Okay, I don't have time to wait for 5 reviews! I'd like to give a huge thanks to A Marked Goddess (I've been reading ur story and I love it!) and circe-nausicca ; also , they killed PETER not Scabbers so stop crying.( I liked your poem by the way.) Oh and thanks 2 katrina souless 4 reviewing also! Well, here it is, chapter2...I hope I don't dissapoint anyone! I think I'm going to skip the Sorting Hat's song and just start at the actual Sorting. {These} are italics.
Here it goes-
Harry's insides felt like they were melting. Whith each student called his turn drew nearer. His turn to be humiliated when The Hat didn't place him in a house..
"Scared Potter?" asked Draco with a smirk.
"No," lied Harry trying to sound offhand, as if he did this sort of thing hundreds of times before. " You?"
Draco laughed softly as Hermione Granger was sorted into Gryffindor House. "I already know what house I'll be in." he drawled. "Same as my father, his father, his father, his father... you get the idea, we're Slytherins."
Harry nodded secretly hoping he wasn't a Slytherin.
"Malfoy, Draco!" called Professor McGonagall
Draco sauntered out of the line and over to the stool and placed the shabby hat on his head. There was half a second's pause and then--
"SLYTHERIN!" shouted the hat.
Draco pulled the hat off of his head with two fingers and swaggered to the Slytherin table. Everyone stood up to shake his hand.
Harry didn't have much time to think about Draco's placement as his turn drew closer...and closer...until--
"Potter, Harry!"
It was a few seconds before Harry could move his feet, when he finally could, he discovered that he wasn't able to lift his head as he made his way to the stool. He was so nervous that he did not notice the excited whispers that surrounded him. He closed his eyes when he sat on the stool so he didn't see the student's craning their necks to get a good look at him before the old hat fell over his eyes.
"So...exciting day you've had wasn't it?" the Hat hissed in his ear, taking Harry by surprise. "Yes...I'm afraid that you aren't as pure as you were not quite a Ravenclaw, nor Gryffindor..But where shall I place you?"
Anywhere, thought Harry desperately. Just place me somewhere...
Anywhere you say? I've got two choices in mind...You seem like a worthy Hufflepuff...Difficult indeed..
{"...bunch o' duffers.."} Hagrid had said
{No! }Harry thought. {Not there!}
"Not Hufflepuff? Hmmm...well then better be --
"SLYTHERIN!" The hat bellowed
There was a polite applause as Harry pulled off the hat, he didn't notice the questioning, bewildered glances that the teachers exchanged.
Harry gave a huge sigh and took a seat across from Draco who's smirked was so broad, it was nearly a smile.
"Well done." he drawled to Harry as the Slytherins (all whom looked very unpleasant to him) shook his hand in turn.
"I didn't think you'd be in this house to be honest." he continued quietly so that only Harry could hear him. "I mean..Your mother being what she was..."
"What's wrong with my mother?" said Harry heatedly. He had tolerated most of the things Draco had done or said but he refused to have his family disrespected. But as Draco was about to reply the wizard called Dumbledore stood up to give his announcements. Harry glanced up at the silver-bearded man but
Draco raised his pale eyebrows continued in a low whisper. "Well you see, most Slytherins...in fact all excepting you and The Dark Lord, have always been purebloods.
They were quiet for a few minutes as Dumbledore spoke, Harry noticed Draco turn away from him disrespectfully and when Dumbledore reached the part about first years not being allowed to play Quidditch, Draco gave a snort of contemp.
Dumbledore turned his bright blue eyes to the place whwere Harry and Draco were. His eyes darkend when he saw Harry but he said nothing.
"Finally!" said Draco when Dumbledore finally stopped speaking and mountains of food appeared on the table. "That geezer sure likes to hear himself talk" he said tucking into a steak-and-kidney pie.
"Now as I was saying, only you and the Dark Lord-"
"You mean Voldemort?" asked Harry without thinking.
There was a hush at the Slytherin table as everyone turned to look at Harry with open mouths. Harry felt himself go red.
"Don't say his name!" said Draco in a hushed voice, staring at Harry as though he'd turned just killed someone. "It is highly disrespectful!"
"What? Disrestpectful?" said Harry, very puzzled. "I thought he was an Evil Wizard."
"Oh..." said Draco exchanging knowing glances with his fellow Slytherins. "Yes, I see now..." he nodded to a pug-faced girl beside him. "You've been brain washed. Bet you were fed a load of dung about him."
"What?"
"Yeah..." said Draco slowly. "Did someone tell you that he killed your parents?"
"Yes..." said Harry who was deeply confused by Draco's tone of voice, it was almost sad.
"Well he didn't. Their death was an accident. That's all." he said firmly.
"And I suppose my scar was an accident as well?" Harry said coldly pointing to his scar.
Malfoy hastily changed the subject. "Stupid about us not being allowed to play Quidditch isn't it?"
But Harry thought he saw something like sympathy flash across Draco's eyes, but before he could think about it, the students at the table burts into a very heavily opinionated conversation about Quidditch. Harry didn't join in, he was too busy pondering about his new home and the company he would be keeping...would he become as evil as Draco? He hoped not...but something inside him, something dark and evil, didn't care at all how he turned out.
Well There you are, the Sorting. I know I promised the start of term in this chapter but I didn't have time to write it in. Umm...Oh yeah, in the last chapter there was supposed to be italics in it but as I said I can't work the edit thing. If anyone knows how please tell me. I've tried saving it different ways but nothing has worked so for now I'm going to have to use {these} to represtent italics. Oh and I know this wasn't very interesting but hopefully it'll get better. ALSO, be warned, I do plan on changing Malfoy a bit and Harry to. Draco will get lighter and Harry gets darker...they'll balance eachother out.
Here it goes-
Harry's insides felt like they were melting. Whith each student called his turn drew nearer. His turn to be humiliated when The Hat didn't place him in a house..
"Scared Potter?" asked Draco with a smirk.
"No," lied Harry trying to sound offhand, as if he did this sort of thing hundreds of times before. " You?"
Draco laughed softly as Hermione Granger was sorted into Gryffindor House. "I already know what house I'll be in." he drawled. "Same as my father, his father, his father, his father... you get the idea, we're Slytherins."
Harry nodded secretly hoping he wasn't a Slytherin.
"Malfoy, Draco!" called Professor McGonagall
Draco sauntered out of the line and over to the stool and placed the shabby hat on his head. There was half a second's pause and then--
"SLYTHERIN!" shouted the hat.
Draco pulled the hat off of his head with two fingers and swaggered to the Slytherin table. Everyone stood up to shake his hand.
Harry didn't have much time to think about Draco's placement as his turn drew closer...and closer...until--
"Potter, Harry!"
It was a few seconds before Harry could move his feet, when he finally could, he discovered that he wasn't able to lift his head as he made his way to the stool. He was so nervous that he did not notice the excited whispers that surrounded him. He closed his eyes when he sat on the stool so he didn't see the student's craning their necks to get a good look at him before the old hat fell over his eyes.
"So...exciting day you've had wasn't it?" the Hat hissed in his ear, taking Harry by surprise. "Yes...I'm afraid that you aren't as pure as you were not quite a Ravenclaw, nor Gryffindor..But where shall I place you?"
Anywhere, thought Harry desperately. Just place me somewhere...
Anywhere you say? I've got two choices in mind...You seem like a worthy Hufflepuff...Difficult indeed..
{"...bunch o' duffers.."} Hagrid had said
{No! }Harry thought. {Not there!}
"Not Hufflepuff? Hmmm...well then better be --
"SLYTHERIN!" The hat bellowed
There was a polite applause as Harry pulled off the hat, he didn't notice the questioning, bewildered glances that the teachers exchanged.
Harry gave a huge sigh and took a seat across from Draco who's smirked was so broad, it was nearly a smile.
"Well done." he drawled to Harry as the Slytherins (all whom looked very unpleasant to him) shook his hand in turn.
"I didn't think you'd be in this house to be honest." he continued quietly so that only Harry could hear him. "I mean..Your mother being what she was..."
"What's wrong with my mother?" said Harry heatedly. He had tolerated most of the things Draco had done or said but he refused to have his family disrespected. But as Draco was about to reply the wizard called Dumbledore stood up to give his announcements. Harry glanced up at the silver-bearded man but
Draco raised his pale eyebrows continued in a low whisper. "Well you see, most Slytherins...in fact all excepting you and The Dark Lord, have always been purebloods.
They were quiet for a few minutes as Dumbledore spoke, Harry noticed Draco turn away from him disrespectfully and when Dumbledore reached the part about first years not being allowed to play Quidditch, Draco gave a snort of contemp.
Dumbledore turned his bright blue eyes to the place whwere Harry and Draco were. His eyes darkend when he saw Harry but he said nothing.
"Finally!" said Draco when Dumbledore finally stopped speaking and mountains of food appeared on the table. "That geezer sure likes to hear himself talk" he said tucking into a steak-and-kidney pie.
"Now as I was saying, only you and the Dark Lord-"
"You mean Voldemort?" asked Harry without thinking.
There was a hush at the Slytherin table as everyone turned to look at Harry with open mouths. Harry felt himself go red.
"Don't say his name!" said Draco in a hushed voice, staring at Harry as though he'd turned just killed someone. "It is highly disrespectful!"
"What? Disrestpectful?" said Harry, very puzzled. "I thought he was an Evil Wizard."
"Oh..." said Draco exchanging knowing glances with his fellow Slytherins. "Yes, I see now..." he nodded to a pug-faced girl beside him. "You've been brain washed. Bet you were fed a load of dung about him."
"What?"
"Yeah..." said Draco slowly. "Did someone tell you that he killed your parents?"
"Yes..." said Harry who was deeply confused by Draco's tone of voice, it was almost sad.
"Well he didn't. Their death was an accident. That's all." he said firmly.
"And I suppose my scar was an accident as well?" Harry said coldly pointing to his scar.
Malfoy hastily changed the subject. "Stupid about us not being allowed to play Quidditch isn't it?"
But Harry thought he saw something like sympathy flash across Draco's eyes, but before he could think about it, the students at the table burts into a very heavily opinionated conversation about Quidditch. Harry didn't join in, he was too busy pondering about his new home and the company he would be keeping...would he become as evil as Draco? He hoped not...but something inside him, something dark and evil, didn't care at all how he turned out.
Well There you are, the Sorting. I know I promised the start of term in this chapter but I didn't have time to write it in. Umm...Oh yeah, in the last chapter there was supposed to be italics in it but as I said I can't work the edit thing. If anyone knows how please tell me. I've tried saving it different ways but nothing has worked so for now I'm going to have to use {these} to represtent italics. Oh and I know this wasn't very interesting but hopefully it'll get better. ALSO, be warned, I do plan on changing Malfoy a bit and Harry to. Draco will get lighter and Harry gets darker...they'll balance eachother out.