Lost But Not Yet Broken
Chapter 11: Eternal not Immortal
An: Ok don't kill me please! I am so sorry this has taken me soooooo long to update! And trust me from what I've seen in my reviews I think you all are just about ready to hang me right now. I am going to try and update more frequently really, but rest assured that this fic will be finished and I will not be updating one chapter per year. That would be cruel. This and Demon's Calling will be completed and until then I am not going to start on the next two fics that I have planned.
An2: It has come to my attention that there are people who are still interested in one of my first fics called Demon Tears which is posted on Black Dragon Lady's account. I have not really been interested in finishing that fic and have decided to leave its development in BDL's hands should she wish to finish it. However, if there are people who want that fic continued please tell me, and I will greatly consider it. However, until then I think it will remain unfinished because frankly BDL is a lazy bitch. Hahah.
Disclaimer: ok if you don't get it by now you're in need of help.
Warnings: Sorting, Dumbledore in all his bastardness, probably more angst, and well etc. etc. (I'm writing this chapter on a whim actually - go figure)
blah dragon (draco's little voice)
'blah' Draco's mind voice
-blah- sorting hat for all it's worth
I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now
Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
I want to go back to
Believing in everything
Evanescence Origin: Field of Innocence
Fierce and powerful, the Hogwarts Express ceased its long virtuous trip at Hogsmeade Station. Litters of children exited the bright red contraption. Children whose future lay in the prospects of light and dark, the shades of grey completely lost on them. Prejudice and expectation were their futures and so is the future of these two young boys. Draco Malfoy, born into a family of dark wizards and power, expected by all others to be the spawn of the devil himself, crafty and arrogant as the true Slytherin heritage in him. However, little knew of the frightened innocent child behind the mask. The blond blue eyed child ignorant to the horrors of his father's past and sheltered from such evils, free to make his path.
And next to him one Harry Potter, a boy lost within himself and unknowingly questing for his self; the world's savior and yet he is ignorant to such praise. His fame, he will not understand and now he enters into this world with the very one which he is expected to hate by association. He steps onto the firm ground of the wizard world without feeling or understanding.
Harry potter, gazed at the multitude of people around him and for a split second he was engulfed in the panic of such surroundings. Deprived for so long and in solitude except for the four people to whom have been kind to him, he was lost. However, just as sudden as the feeling came he sensed the warmth of curling fingers around his hand and he turned towards his companion. Blue gentle eyes stared into emerald depths. The blond boy uttered comforting words in a whisper as the rest of their peers passed them quickly like a forward in time. In that moment they are alone, they are the center of this universe and he is at least not abandoned.
"It'll be okay, don't worry Harry" the blond smiles sweetly, a reassuring smile to those who know it but to Harry Potter, he can only grasp the words, their feeling lost on him.
The loud booming voice of a great giant man can be heard and Draco turns towards the sound, hearing the man's command for all the first years to come forward. Harry and he march towards him, one impassive, the other nervous beyond anything else. The giant man introduces himself as Rubeus Hagrid, Gamekeeper of Hogwarts. He is a sturdy man of obvious unnatural strength yet his voice is gentle and kind, his speech ineloquent and broken. Draco greets him with the traditional Malfoy sneer but can utter no scathing remarks to the giant, his own innocent prevents him.
You know it is expected
'But he seems so nice'
I know that but you are a Malfoy
'I don't care father never said I had to be nasty'
True, but if you don't, the others will be cruel
'They'll be mean either way. Harry will be with me'
He can't always be
'Oh shut up and go back to where ever it was you came from!'
........
Draco was growing increasingly agitated with Dragon but kept it to himself, however he did notice that some of his peers were staring at him, but ignored them in true Malfoy fashion. He joined his raven haired companion in one of the small boats.
As they neared the large castle, the blond boy was truly fascinated by what he saw, a majestic castle of unfathomable grandeur, larger than even Malfoy and Snape Manor combined. It was something out of a fairytale, only this fairytale actually existed. Young Draco could not hide his satisfied grin as he eyed Harry, who also seemed transfixed with the giant structure.
Finally they reached the shore of the lake and disembarked from the small magically pulled boats. Draco noticed that the red haired boy and his posse were way ahead of them, laughing and muttering happily like ignorant fools. The blond opted to keep his distance from the group as a way of self preservation.
They walked, tired from the long journey but eager to reach their new temporary home, reaching a large staircase that led up to a single solitary wooden door. A strict woman in a deep forest green robe and a stern disposition stood analytically taking in every child that dare find her eye's gaze.
Harry patiently waited for whatever it was that would happen at this fairytale land of mystery and wonder. His gaze analyzed the structure of the grand castle and those peers surrounding his person. However, it was the warmth of the clenching hand in his grasp that drew his attention. He looked down at the pale length fingers curled around his scared bronze digits and lifted his head to see their owner's face. However, the blonde's gaze was firmly stationed on the stony woman before them, yet his hand squeezed lightly every few seconds, as if searching for reassurance through the touch and warmth. Confused by the action yet for some unknown reason to the black haired boy, he remained unmoving and impassive allowing the comforting touch to continue.
Severus Snape felt like jumping off the Astronomy tower. His nervous tension for the black haired boy grew with every second. He was truly unsure of what would happen. He had fooled Dumbledore, of that he was certain or else the old fool would have probably killed him by now, or worse. He shifted slightly in his seat, as he waited anxiously for the first years to be walked in by Minerva McGonagal. Minerva, he smirked, as the thought of her intimidating stature scaring half the students into a dead faint appeared in his mind. Normally he would not indulge in such trivial thoughts but the time with Harry had taught him to be a bit more open to simple pleasures. The fact that those very pleasures could be denied had never occurred to him until – Harry, thus he had learned to at least subtlety enjoy them.
He watched with passive interest as the large double doors of the great hall opened, revealing a steady stream of fresh young students destined to become the driving force of the wizardry world.
As he watched the skittish young first years enter, his gaze fell on the innocent child that was Lucius Malfoy's son. No one would ever believe that a Malfoy could possibly retain so much compassion and purity, but there he was, with his mask of Malfoy arrogance in place. A sneer marred his face as he looked down upon every "inferior being" in his presence.
Draco Malfoy portrayed the perfect façade of a spoiled pureblood. However, Severus knew that having to live such a cruel farce at such a young age must be quite disheartening for one such as him. It was a sad reality that this cheerful boy must be denied the opportunity of a normal childhood, filled with innumerous friends and adventures, much like a certain raven haired boy that he knew, all because was a Malfoy. And in times of dark corruption and guilty associations, it was such pretenses that have allowed the survival of such wizardry families as the Malfoys.
Harry Potter was another such child, only his façade was carved with the sharp unyielding blade of pain and suffering. A boy with no self identity, a boy lost but not yet broken, he will be the savior or the destroyer, he will the balance of power to the wizardry world's future. With these thoughts in mind Severus Snape could only gaze stoically at the raven haired boy whose future was not yet set in stone and his eyes fell towards the blond boy whose wistful innocence had given Harry Potter a second chance at life. If Severus had ever been sure of anything in his life it was that, Draco Malfoy would be the balance to Harry Potter's power.
Suddenly, Severus' musings were interrupted by the strict tone of Minerva Mcgonagal's voice announcing the sorting. He observed attentively, not noticing the stony look that the headmaster had set upon him before turning back to the sorting.
One by one the future youths of Hogwarts walked up the dais where they would discover their place in this world. Each sorting took from mere seconds to agonizing minutes and finally the name of the "white dragon" was called.
"Malfoy, Draco!"
Draco gave Harry a small reassuring smile before he slipped away from his friend. The raven haired boy only looked on in perplexed silence as Draco climbed the dais. Draco could quite clearly the cruel murmurs of his fellow peers as he walked. He knew that it was ignorance that caused his family to be hated. He did not know the true horrors of his family's past that lay buried away from his innocent sight. He only knew the façade that he was instructed to maintain until such the time came when his father felt sure of their safety – and the blond boy would not question the path his father had revealed to him.
He sat on the stool comfortably as McGonagal placed the ragged sorting hat upon his form. Then, all went dark for a micro of a second.
-Ah, I have been expecting you white dragon of the Malfoy name-
-I must say I did not expect to find what I see. However, you are not alone in here are you little dragon?-
'Dragon is in here with me, he never leaves me.'
Yeah I'm still here. Now can we get sorted already.
'Hey! Since when is it we, aren't you me?'
........
-It appears there is much that you have kept from him.-
Oh, shut up you. Don't make me have to hex you.
'Little hard. When you don't have a body!'
I have yours don't I?
'Hey! You wouldn't?'
Well since I am you, technically I can.
-A technicality that will not aid you.-
'Um, okay I'm getting confused, can I just get sorted please.'
-Very well little dragon. I see that you are not as I expected. Though you have much ambition and cunning, there is also a passion for life and a courage that I have never seen in a Malfoy-
But of course! 'cause he's the freaking black sheep of the family and I got stuck with him!
'Do you want to die – No? then shut up!'
-Hmm, there is someone, one, who drives these ambitions in you-
'Yeah, I want to be strong and powerful so I can be there for him like he's been for me'
You mean been confused by you right?
-Very well, there is only one place for you Draco Malfoy but remember, there will be many trials in your future and they will test the darkness to your light.-
Oh just peachy
'Shut. Up.'
Harry observed passively as the blond boy sat on the stool and the queer looking hat was placed on his head. He gradually acknowledged that he to would have to endure this task. However, he had given little thought to the proceedings until now. The raven haired boy waited many minutes for the hat to be removed, during this time he did not notice the strange dark glint in the Headmaster's eyes as his gaze fell upon the emerald eyed boy. Suddenly, a loud boisterous voice called out and Harry dimly noticed it coming from the old hat.
"SLYTHERIN!"
The emerald eyed boy watched as his blond counterpart took off the hat in his excitement and walked off the dais towards a table of loudly cheering peers. The blond boy gave him a bright reassuring smile that he could not fully interpret as a comforting gesture. A few more minutes passed and the sound of McGonagal's voice sounded again as she called out his name.
Suddenly, there was an audible silence in the room as the implications of such a name fell over the room. Soon, there were small whispers and murmurs about him. However, Harry understood little of this and paid it no mind. He looked towards Draco who gave him a reassuring nod to continue just as he had done.
Harry slowly walked towards the dais, his apathetic eyes on the hat the entire time. However, many around him noticed the stoic boy moving towards the dais. Yet, they noticed much more than just a boy, they saw the thin but clear scars on the boy's cheeks, the small scarred cuts on his hands and fingers, the dull light in the his eyes, and the cold demeanor of a heartless beast waiting to pounce. All this was quite unnerving to the children who had grown to know the legends of "The Harry Potter", their savior from the evil Dark Lord. At the lion's table three boy's, the leader sporting bright red colored hair, sat in shock at the announcement. However, Harry did not care for such trivialities and continued to walk towards the dais.
Finally he reached the small stool and cautiously sat upon it, hoping that he did not commit a faux pas by assuming the same positions as those around him. The hat slid easily over his eyes and he felt the darkness before it even appeared.
Then in less than a second there was brightness within his eyes yet he was surrounded by black nothingness and he could here a voice, speak to him from somewhere yet from nowhere.
-Very interesting child, the great Harry Potter, I had hoped to sort you for a very long time. Alas, you are not as I would have imagined.-
'I have never met you.'
-No, you are correct, we have never met but I have known you would come for many a time young one.-
'I am as I am that is all that is needed to know.'
-Hmm, very wise young one. You have suffered much in a short life. But, I cannot read you little one. Your mind is like a dark cavern devoid of anything but analytics and logic.-
-Where is your heart?-
'I have not found it yet.'
-I see. Some one is guiding you.-
'Yes. I serve him because the other will not allow it.'
-Tell me, for I cannot see it except as an icy fire, where would you rather belong.-
'Belong? I am to Draco for as long as he desires me.'
-Hmm, it all makes sense now. You will remain by his side because you wish it?-
'Because he wishes it, I am not the answer but he is the question.'
-Indeed, you are most cryptic, even in here you have not known feeling have you?-
-Very well, then if it is the white dragon that guides you then I will make it easier for you.-
To Severus it seemed like hours had passed since the hat had been placed on the raven haired boy's head. He was proud of Draco for being in Slytherin but grew more anxious with Harry as time passed. He knew the boy had progressed slowly in the last four years and had yet to exhibit any true feelings. The only one who seemed to open the stone walls in the boy was Draco.
Severus knew that Harry's mind was even more cryptic and apathetic than he portrayed. The times that he had had to perform the 'Legilimens' spell simply to understand why the boy had told him enough. As he had grown older, he had cast a block with the memories of his young but painful years, only extreme triggers like the sound and sight of deep water would awaken the agony of those memories. He wondered how the hat would deal with such a closed mind, and then suddenly his question was answered with one loudly cried word.
"SLYTHERIN!"
Slytherin, the stoic man could hardly believe it but then it seemed like a logical choice. If you can not find the truth of the person then place him where the serpents will protect his secrets. At least now, Severus could be at ease with the knowledge that he could keep a better eye on Harry and protect him from Dumbledore's grasp but, the boy would not be alone in for his time in this school. He was now a part of the serpent house and like the winter serpents, who coiled together during the times of greater need and peril, so did his house. Perhaps if Merlin allowed it, Harry may yet find himself within the walls of Hogwarts, Severus only prayed that Albus Dumbledore not hinder it.
The slim man's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden movement of three individuals.
Draco watched excitedly as Harry made his way to the Slytherin table. Many of the other Slytherins congratulated the raven haired boy quietly as he made his way to the blond. Of course Harry merely nodded towards each but his gaze never wavered from Draco's. However, Draco was so enraptured by the approach of his friend that he did not notice the three Gryffindor boys moving quickly towards him.
Ron, Seamus, and Jacob were quickly advancing on the Slytherin table. None of the snakes paying them any mind as their attention was solely on the new recruit. Ron brought his fist back as he neared the distracted blond.
Draco's joyful smile suddenly vanished as he noticed Harry pushing past his peers with great urgency. He wondered idly what could possibly be wrong for the boy to exert himself with such necessity. Suddenly, he heard his surname being called and turned to see who it was; only what he saw was a fist rapidly coming for his face.
Ron struck head on with a force that could have broken anyone's jaw. The entire great hall suddenly went deathly silent and Ron wondered why, having closed his eyes at the last moment to further enjoy the feeling of hitting Malfoy. The red head opened his eyes; a smirk on his face as he looked at his victim, what he found shocked him to the bone.
His fist was currently imbedded not in Draco Malfoy's face but in the jaw of one Harry Potter.......
An: tada! I'm done! Buwhahahah. Yeah I know I'm sorry for the cliffy although I don't think it's a really bad one. I am so sorry that I have taken so long to do this. I actually smacked my ass on the chair and started typing casue I did not want this to move into july. I promise I will have the next chapter up sooner. I will have you wait three months for it again. I do apologize for the wait. PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!
Sev: Do you know that I have been killed five times in the time that it has taken you to right this chapter.
MD: cocks shotgun and fires and now it is six.
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Chapter 11: Eternal not Immortal
An: Ok don't kill me please! I am so sorry this has taken me soooooo long to update! And trust me from what I've seen in my reviews I think you all are just about ready to hang me right now. I am going to try and update more frequently really, but rest assured that this fic will be finished and I will not be updating one chapter per year. That would be cruel. This and Demon's Calling will be completed and until then I am not going to start on the next two fics that I have planned.
An2: It has come to my attention that there are people who are still interested in one of my first fics called Demon Tears which is posted on Black Dragon Lady's account. I have not really been interested in finishing that fic and have decided to leave its development in BDL's hands should she wish to finish it. However, if there are people who want that fic continued please tell me, and I will greatly consider it. However, until then I think it will remain unfinished because frankly BDL is a lazy bitch. Hahah.
Disclaimer: ok if you don't get it by now you're in need of help.
Warnings: Sorting, Dumbledore in all his bastardness, probably more angst, and well etc. etc. (I'm writing this chapter on a whim actually - go figure)
blah dragon (draco's little voice)
'blah' Draco's mind voice
-blah- sorting hat for all it's worth
I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now
Where has my heart gone
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
I want to go back to
Believing in everything
Evanescence Origin: Field of Innocence
Fierce and powerful, the Hogwarts Express ceased its long virtuous trip at Hogsmeade Station. Litters of children exited the bright red contraption. Children whose future lay in the prospects of light and dark, the shades of grey completely lost on them. Prejudice and expectation were their futures and so is the future of these two young boys. Draco Malfoy, born into a family of dark wizards and power, expected by all others to be the spawn of the devil himself, crafty and arrogant as the true Slytherin heritage in him. However, little knew of the frightened innocent child behind the mask. The blond blue eyed child ignorant to the horrors of his father's past and sheltered from such evils, free to make his path.
And next to him one Harry Potter, a boy lost within himself and unknowingly questing for his self; the world's savior and yet he is ignorant to such praise. His fame, he will not understand and now he enters into this world with the very one which he is expected to hate by association. He steps onto the firm ground of the wizard world without feeling or understanding.
Harry potter, gazed at the multitude of people around him and for a split second he was engulfed in the panic of such surroundings. Deprived for so long and in solitude except for the four people to whom have been kind to him, he was lost. However, just as sudden as the feeling came he sensed the warmth of curling fingers around his hand and he turned towards his companion. Blue gentle eyes stared into emerald depths. The blond boy uttered comforting words in a whisper as the rest of their peers passed them quickly like a forward in time. In that moment they are alone, they are the center of this universe and he is at least not abandoned.
"It'll be okay, don't worry Harry" the blond smiles sweetly, a reassuring smile to those who know it but to Harry Potter, he can only grasp the words, their feeling lost on him.
The loud booming voice of a great giant man can be heard and Draco turns towards the sound, hearing the man's command for all the first years to come forward. Harry and he march towards him, one impassive, the other nervous beyond anything else. The giant man introduces himself as Rubeus Hagrid, Gamekeeper of Hogwarts. He is a sturdy man of obvious unnatural strength yet his voice is gentle and kind, his speech ineloquent and broken. Draco greets him with the traditional Malfoy sneer but can utter no scathing remarks to the giant, his own innocent prevents him.
You know it is expected
'But he seems so nice'
I know that but you are a Malfoy
'I don't care father never said I had to be nasty'
True, but if you don't, the others will be cruel
'They'll be mean either way. Harry will be with me'
He can't always be
'Oh shut up and go back to where ever it was you came from!'
........
Draco was growing increasingly agitated with Dragon but kept it to himself, however he did notice that some of his peers were staring at him, but ignored them in true Malfoy fashion. He joined his raven haired companion in one of the small boats.
As they neared the large castle, the blond boy was truly fascinated by what he saw, a majestic castle of unfathomable grandeur, larger than even Malfoy and Snape Manor combined. It was something out of a fairytale, only this fairytale actually existed. Young Draco could not hide his satisfied grin as he eyed Harry, who also seemed transfixed with the giant structure.
Finally they reached the shore of the lake and disembarked from the small magically pulled boats. Draco noticed that the red haired boy and his posse were way ahead of them, laughing and muttering happily like ignorant fools. The blond opted to keep his distance from the group as a way of self preservation.
They walked, tired from the long journey but eager to reach their new temporary home, reaching a large staircase that led up to a single solitary wooden door. A strict woman in a deep forest green robe and a stern disposition stood analytically taking in every child that dare find her eye's gaze.
Harry patiently waited for whatever it was that would happen at this fairytale land of mystery and wonder. His gaze analyzed the structure of the grand castle and those peers surrounding his person. However, it was the warmth of the clenching hand in his grasp that drew his attention. He looked down at the pale length fingers curled around his scared bronze digits and lifted his head to see their owner's face. However, the blonde's gaze was firmly stationed on the stony woman before them, yet his hand squeezed lightly every few seconds, as if searching for reassurance through the touch and warmth. Confused by the action yet for some unknown reason to the black haired boy, he remained unmoving and impassive allowing the comforting touch to continue.
Severus Snape felt like jumping off the Astronomy tower. His nervous tension for the black haired boy grew with every second. He was truly unsure of what would happen. He had fooled Dumbledore, of that he was certain or else the old fool would have probably killed him by now, or worse. He shifted slightly in his seat, as he waited anxiously for the first years to be walked in by Minerva McGonagal. Minerva, he smirked, as the thought of her intimidating stature scaring half the students into a dead faint appeared in his mind. Normally he would not indulge in such trivial thoughts but the time with Harry had taught him to be a bit more open to simple pleasures. The fact that those very pleasures could be denied had never occurred to him until – Harry, thus he had learned to at least subtlety enjoy them.
He watched with passive interest as the large double doors of the great hall opened, revealing a steady stream of fresh young students destined to become the driving force of the wizardry world.
As he watched the skittish young first years enter, his gaze fell on the innocent child that was Lucius Malfoy's son. No one would ever believe that a Malfoy could possibly retain so much compassion and purity, but there he was, with his mask of Malfoy arrogance in place. A sneer marred his face as he looked down upon every "inferior being" in his presence.
Draco Malfoy portrayed the perfect façade of a spoiled pureblood. However, Severus knew that having to live such a cruel farce at such a young age must be quite disheartening for one such as him. It was a sad reality that this cheerful boy must be denied the opportunity of a normal childhood, filled with innumerous friends and adventures, much like a certain raven haired boy that he knew, all because was a Malfoy. And in times of dark corruption and guilty associations, it was such pretenses that have allowed the survival of such wizardry families as the Malfoys.
Harry Potter was another such child, only his façade was carved with the sharp unyielding blade of pain and suffering. A boy with no self identity, a boy lost but not yet broken, he will be the savior or the destroyer, he will the balance of power to the wizardry world's future. With these thoughts in mind Severus Snape could only gaze stoically at the raven haired boy whose future was not yet set in stone and his eyes fell towards the blond boy whose wistful innocence had given Harry Potter a second chance at life. If Severus had ever been sure of anything in his life it was that, Draco Malfoy would be the balance to Harry Potter's power.
Suddenly, Severus' musings were interrupted by the strict tone of Minerva Mcgonagal's voice announcing the sorting. He observed attentively, not noticing the stony look that the headmaster had set upon him before turning back to the sorting.
One by one the future youths of Hogwarts walked up the dais where they would discover their place in this world. Each sorting took from mere seconds to agonizing minutes and finally the name of the "white dragon" was called.
"Malfoy, Draco!"
Draco gave Harry a small reassuring smile before he slipped away from his friend. The raven haired boy only looked on in perplexed silence as Draco climbed the dais. Draco could quite clearly the cruel murmurs of his fellow peers as he walked. He knew that it was ignorance that caused his family to be hated. He did not know the true horrors of his family's past that lay buried away from his innocent sight. He only knew the façade that he was instructed to maintain until such the time came when his father felt sure of their safety – and the blond boy would not question the path his father had revealed to him.
He sat on the stool comfortably as McGonagal placed the ragged sorting hat upon his form. Then, all went dark for a micro of a second.
-Ah, I have been expecting you white dragon of the Malfoy name-
-I must say I did not expect to find what I see. However, you are not alone in here are you little dragon?-
'Dragon is in here with me, he never leaves me.'
Yeah I'm still here. Now can we get sorted already.
'Hey! Since when is it we, aren't you me?'
........
-It appears there is much that you have kept from him.-
Oh, shut up you. Don't make me have to hex you.
'Little hard. When you don't have a body!'
I have yours don't I?
'Hey! You wouldn't?'
Well since I am you, technically I can.
-A technicality that will not aid you.-
'Um, okay I'm getting confused, can I just get sorted please.'
-Very well little dragon. I see that you are not as I expected. Though you have much ambition and cunning, there is also a passion for life and a courage that I have never seen in a Malfoy-
But of course! 'cause he's the freaking black sheep of the family and I got stuck with him!
'Do you want to die – No? then shut up!'
-Hmm, there is someone, one, who drives these ambitions in you-
'Yeah, I want to be strong and powerful so I can be there for him like he's been for me'
You mean been confused by you right?
-Very well, there is only one place for you Draco Malfoy but remember, there will be many trials in your future and they will test the darkness to your light.-
Oh just peachy
'Shut. Up.'
Harry observed passively as the blond boy sat on the stool and the queer looking hat was placed on his head. He gradually acknowledged that he to would have to endure this task. However, he had given little thought to the proceedings until now. The raven haired boy waited many minutes for the hat to be removed, during this time he did not notice the strange dark glint in the Headmaster's eyes as his gaze fell upon the emerald eyed boy. Suddenly, a loud boisterous voice called out and Harry dimly noticed it coming from the old hat.
"SLYTHERIN!"
The emerald eyed boy watched as his blond counterpart took off the hat in his excitement and walked off the dais towards a table of loudly cheering peers. The blond boy gave him a bright reassuring smile that he could not fully interpret as a comforting gesture. A few more minutes passed and the sound of McGonagal's voice sounded again as she called out his name.
Suddenly, there was an audible silence in the room as the implications of such a name fell over the room. Soon, there were small whispers and murmurs about him. However, Harry understood little of this and paid it no mind. He looked towards Draco who gave him a reassuring nod to continue just as he had done.
Harry slowly walked towards the dais, his apathetic eyes on the hat the entire time. However, many around him noticed the stoic boy moving towards the dais. Yet, they noticed much more than just a boy, they saw the thin but clear scars on the boy's cheeks, the small scarred cuts on his hands and fingers, the dull light in the his eyes, and the cold demeanor of a heartless beast waiting to pounce. All this was quite unnerving to the children who had grown to know the legends of "The Harry Potter", their savior from the evil Dark Lord. At the lion's table three boy's, the leader sporting bright red colored hair, sat in shock at the announcement. However, Harry did not care for such trivialities and continued to walk towards the dais.
Finally he reached the small stool and cautiously sat upon it, hoping that he did not commit a faux pas by assuming the same positions as those around him. The hat slid easily over his eyes and he felt the darkness before it even appeared.
Then in less than a second there was brightness within his eyes yet he was surrounded by black nothingness and he could here a voice, speak to him from somewhere yet from nowhere.
-Very interesting child, the great Harry Potter, I had hoped to sort you for a very long time. Alas, you are not as I would have imagined.-
'I have never met you.'
-No, you are correct, we have never met but I have known you would come for many a time young one.-
'I am as I am that is all that is needed to know.'
-Hmm, very wise young one. You have suffered much in a short life. But, I cannot read you little one. Your mind is like a dark cavern devoid of anything but analytics and logic.-
-Where is your heart?-
'I have not found it yet.'
-I see. Some one is guiding you.-
'Yes. I serve him because the other will not allow it.'
-Tell me, for I cannot see it except as an icy fire, where would you rather belong.-
'Belong? I am to Draco for as long as he desires me.'
-Hmm, it all makes sense now. You will remain by his side because you wish it?-
'Because he wishes it, I am not the answer but he is the question.'
-Indeed, you are most cryptic, even in here you have not known feeling have you?-
-Very well, then if it is the white dragon that guides you then I will make it easier for you.-
To Severus it seemed like hours had passed since the hat had been placed on the raven haired boy's head. He was proud of Draco for being in Slytherin but grew more anxious with Harry as time passed. He knew the boy had progressed slowly in the last four years and had yet to exhibit any true feelings. The only one who seemed to open the stone walls in the boy was Draco.
Severus knew that Harry's mind was even more cryptic and apathetic than he portrayed. The times that he had had to perform the 'Legilimens' spell simply to understand why the boy had told him enough. As he had grown older, he had cast a block with the memories of his young but painful years, only extreme triggers like the sound and sight of deep water would awaken the agony of those memories. He wondered how the hat would deal with such a closed mind, and then suddenly his question was answered with one loudly cried word.
"SLYTHERIN!"
Slytherin, the stoic man could hardly believe it but then it seemed like a logical choice. If you can not find the truth of the person then place him where the serpents will protect his secrets. At least now, Severus could be at ease with the knowledge that he could keep a better eye on Harry and protect him from Dumbledore's grasp but, the boy would not be alone in for his time in this school. He was now a part of the serpent house and like the winter serpents, who coiled together during the times of greater need and peril, so did his house. Perhaps if Merlin allowed it, Harry may yet find himself within the walls of Hogwarts, Severus only prayed that Albus Dumbledore not hinder it.
The slim man's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden movement of three individuals.
Draco watched excitedly as Harry made his way to the Slytherin table. Many of the other Slytherins congratulated the raven haired boy quietly as he made his way to the blond. Of course Harry merely nodded towards each but his gaze never wavered from Draco's. However, Draco was so enraptured by the approach of his friend that he did not notice the three Gryffindor boys moving quickly towards him.
Ron, Seamus, and Jacob were quickly advancing on the Slytherin table. None of the snakes paying them any mind as their attention was solely on the new recruit. Ron brought his fist back as he neared the distracted blond.
Draco's joyful smile suddenly vanished as he noticed Harry pushing past his peers with great urgency. He wondered idly what could possibly be wrong for the boy to exert himself with such necessity. Suddenly, he heard his surname being called and turned to see who it was; only what he saw was a fist rapidly coming for his face.
Ron struck head on with a force that could have broken anyone's jaw. The entire great hall suddenly went deathly silent and Ron wondered why, having closed his eyes at the last moment to further enjoy the feeling of hitting Malfoy. The red head opened his eyes; a smirk on his face as he looked at his victim, what he found shocked him to the bone.
His fist was currently imbedded not in Draco Malfoy's face but in the jaw of one Harry Potter.......
An: tada! I'm done! Buwhahahah. Yeah I know I'm sorry for the cliffy although I don't think it's a really bad one. I am so sorry that I have taken so long to do this. I actually smacked my ass on the chair and started typing casue I did not want this to move into july. I promise I will have the next chapter up sooner. I will have you wait three months for it again. I do apologize for the wait. PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!
Sev: Do you know that I have been killed five times in the time that it has taken you to right this chapter.
MD: cocks shotgun and fires and now it is six.
AN2: oh by the way I will be changing my author name to KUROI YANAGI. I finally got sick of Mystic Dragon. So yeah I am now Kuroi Yanagi. Woohoo. Oh and please check my profile for any new info regarding the updates of my stories or any other developments.
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