The House of Salazar
2/?
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"Harry, wake up, you're going to be late for potions."
Harry Potter cracked open his eyes. He wasn't greeted with the gold and crimson of Gryffindor Tower, but instead with the green and silver of the Slytherin Dungeon.
"C'mon, you already missed breakfast."
Harry looked over to who was talking to him. He was expecting Ron, but in Ron's place was Draco Malfoy.
"Why am I here?"
"Don't you remember yesterday?"
Harry was beginning to panic.
"Why am I here, in Slytherin?"
"Now, I knew you hit your head, but I didn't know you hit it that hard."
Harry sat up in bed. Suddenly he was flooded with memories. Memories of a life he had never lived, memories of a life in which the sorting hat had placed him in Slytherin. Draco looked at him; concern was shining in his eyes.
"Maybe you should stay here. Don't worry I'll tell Snape."
Draco left for potions. Harry just sat there staring into space. His mind was going a-mile-a-minute. 'How was this possible?' He tried to remember the last five years of his life. 'I am a Gryffindor. I have to be...or was it all a dream?' Harry got up and looked into the mirror.
"No, it wasn't a dream. This is the dream, and any moment now, I'm going to wake up in Gryffindor. I'll tell Ron and Hermione about it. Then we'll all laugh about it. I just have to wait till I wake up."
Harry sat on the edge of his bed waiting for himself to wake up. After an hour he realized he wasn't going to wake up. He tried desperately to remember how he had gotten into Slytherin in the first place.
A/N: hmmmmm.........I sense a flashback coming, don't you?
2/?
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"Harry, wake up, you're going to be late for potions."
Harry Potter cracked open his eyes. He wasn't greeted with the gold and crimson of Gryffindor Tower, but instead with the green and silver of the Slytherin Dungeon.
"C'mon, you already missed breakfast."
Harry looked over to who was talking to him. He was expecting Ron, but in Ron's place was Draco Malfoy.
"Why am I here?"
"Don't you remember yesterday?"
Harry was beginning to panic.
"Why am I here, in Slytherin?"
"Now, I knew you hit your head, but I didn't know you hit it that hard."
Harry sat up in bed. Suddenly he was flooded with memories. Memories of a life he had never lived, memories of a life in which the sorting hat had placed him in Slytherin. Draco looked at him; concern was shining in his eyes.
"Maybe you should stay here. Don't worry I'll tell Snape."
Draco left for potions. Harry just sat there staring into space. His mind was going a-mile-a-minute. 'How was this possible?' He tried to remember the last five years of his life. 'I am a Gryffindor. I have to be...or was it all a dream?' Harry got up and looked into the mirror.
"No, it wasn't a dream. This is the dream, and any moment now, I'm going to wake up in Gryffindor. I'll tell Ron and Hermione about it. Then we'll all laugh about it. I just have to wait till I wake up."
Harry sat on the edge of his bed waiting for himself to wake up. After an hour he realized he wasn't going to wake up. He tried desperately to remember how he had gotten into Slytherin in the first place.
A/N: hmmmmm.........I sense a flashback coming, don't you?