Chapter 2-Why?!
The time fluttered by like the things in Harry's stomach- what were they called? Butterflies. Right. Butterflies in Harry's stomach. Fairly soon, all the students were gathered in the Great Hall. All the students who already knew their places were seated at the long tables and the first years were at the front, awaiting their fate.
Their names were called alphabetically by Professor McGonagall, an older witch with glasses far down on her pointed nose, the ability to transform herself into a cat, and a discerning gaze. She also happened to be the Head Mistress of Gryffindor, the crimson and gold lions, and those true of heart.
When she reached the V's- Violet, Gladys, the older-looking girl finally stepped up. Harry thought he heard "Violet glass" and for an instant the image of shards of a purple bottle lying in the sand filled his mind. He didn't know why. Then it was just the girl. She appeared to be about 16, Harry's age, with flashing eyes and a smile he couldn't quite understand. When the Sorting Hat was placed on her head it immediately began mumbling to itself. Gladys closed her eyes and crossed her arms. She was the only "first year" who didn't say a word or even look nervous.
Finally, "Slytherin!" the hat proclaimed. No. Slytherin? Harry thought. Why? The girl didn't look surprised to be joining the cunning and often cruel silver and green snakes. The Slytherin table broke into wild applause and Harry saw Draco Malfoy's face. He didn't look malicious or vicious or cold. He just looked happy. And almost…innocent? Wow.
Author's Note: This chapter is not finished. Due to technical difficulties I cannot retrieve the rest of it or hesitate to post chapter three. Don't let your brains blow up with confusion dearies! -bea