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A/N: I'm sorry that I didn't put it on sooner, I hope you like it.
Chapter 4: Sorting secrets
As they all emptied onto the platform at Hogsmead station, Hermione and Ron went off to round up the first years to send them to Hagrid and Daniel and Jamie went with Harry to the carriages. The carriages were filling up quickly and so the three of them went to the last carriage and entered. As they passed though Jamie stopped to stroke the thestrals, beautiful creature of death which she found she could easily relate to surprisingly.
Once they had entered and their eyes had adjusted to the darkness, they saw that the carriage already had occupants, Harry went to open the door and step out again, but the carriage had already started moving and so, to his disgust, he had to sit back down. On the other side of the carriage sat Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini. Harry and Draco glared at each other. Blaise smiled at Daniel and Jamie, Pansy glared at Daniel and Jamie and Draco smiled at Jamie.
When the carriage stopped Harry was first out of the door. He left the two of them by the doors to the great hall and told them to wait for Professor McGonagall.
They didn't have to wait long as they saw a tall, stern looking woman walk towards them, leading a line of nervous looking 11 year olds.
"Are you Daniel and Jamie Parkinson?" the professor questioned.
"Yes," they answered in unison.
"Very well, follow me please," and with that she opened the doors and led them all inside.
As they passed people whispered to each other and pointed at Jamie and Daniel, obviously wondering why they were in the line.
When they reached the front of the hall, they professor stood and pointedly looked at an old tattered hat, sitting on a stool. The hat then proceeded to break into song.
This school was founded years ago,
By a group of four friends,
Who made the place together,
By overcoming all bends.
Slytherin craved the power,
And taught others to do the same,
Griffindor was the bravest,
And to people's aid he came.
Ravenclaw was the wisest,
And knew many things,
Hufflepuff was the sweet one,
Joy and laughter she brings.
They created the school together,
Through friendship and hard work,
I bet you couldn't do the same,
So don't jeer and smirk.
So I give you this warning,
Treasure life while you can,
Because evil is now rising,
In the form of one man.
A few of you here,
Yet you know not who you are,
Can destroy this foul being,
Before he gets too far.
Once the hat finished the whole hall broke into applause. Professor McGonagall then stood in front of the first years.
"When I call your name, step forward and sit on this stool. I shall then place the sorting hat on your head and you will be sorted into your houses."
The first years looked at each other with a mixture of excitement and fear.
"Rattans, Samuel."
A small boy with brown hair stepped forward, he had a scared expression and walked a little too slowly for it to be normal.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat, drowned out by the applause coming from the far right table.
"Parkinson, Daniel," said the professor.
Daniel walked up normally, he wasn't easily embarrassed, as Jamie well knew, it isn't worth mentioning, lets just say it involved his girlfriend, a swimming pool and the absence of swimming trunks. The hat sat there and thought for about 30 seconds before yelling……
"GRIFFINDOR!" he proudly got up and went to join Harry, Ron and Hermione.
"Parkinson, Jamie."
To this Dumbledore tensed, the hat sees all memories and would know about her past, hopefully it would make the right decision though. Jamie made her way up, walking as normal, with her face set into a neutral look.
"Well, well, you are different," a voice in Jamie's ear said, "now let me see, brave, confident, intelligent, strong willed and….oh……what's this?"
Jamie face visibly wavered as if she was in pain.
Seeing this Harry and Draco both had flashbacks. Harry heard his parents last few words and saw again the bright green flash of light and heard the rushing sound, that meant his parents deaths and his close death encounter. Draco's memory, however, was of the previous summer.
Flashback
His father had said that it was time and he was ready to meet the dark lord, Draco however wasn't sure, but dare not defy his father. So he walked down the grand stair case to the entrance hall of Malfoy Manor and crossed to the cloak rack, selected his pain black one and proceeded to put it on as he made his way to his father's office. He knocked twice and heard his father call him in. Lucius Malfoy was standing in the middle of the room holding a thick gold chain, a portkey. He motioned his son over and held out the chain. Draco pulled up his hood and grasped part of the chain, the familiar surroundings of his father's office were the last thing he saw before he felt the pull behind his navel and the room started to swirl.
He landed hard on the floor but managed to keep his balance, Malfoys did not fall. He was in a huge, dark room. A circle of death eaters stretched all of the way round. There were large windows through which through could see a dark forest and a large fire straight ahead.
"This is your boy Lucius?" came a high pitched voice which brought goose bumps to Draco's skin. A tall figure stepped in Draco's line of vision and he dropped to one knee as his father had to him to.
"Yes, my Lord." Replied Draco's father bowing also.
Draco then felt himself being surveyed and knew he was being judged.
"He does not wish to be a death eater, he does like the idea of killing for pleasure." Said the cold voice, having come to its decision. Draco froze, that was true but death was the punishment for being unworthy, and his father knew it.
Apparently all of the death eaters in the room had also realised this as they had started walking slowly towards him, awaiting their masters order. Lord Voldermort waved his wand and it became a knife, a sharp, deadly looking knife. He advanced on Draco, grabbed his left arm and slit it along from the elbow to the wrist, satisfied that he had gotten all of the major veins, as Draco had fallen to the floor cradling his arm, he stepped back and signalled o the death eater who pounced on Draco, beating him to a bloody pulp.
Draco didn't scream once, he wanted to die with some pride at least. Once the death eaters were finished with him they threw him into a cellar, to die alone in agony. Draco managed to rest himself against a wall as he prepared to die. As he moved his arm to his lap, he noticed something shiny in his pocket, the chain. Thanking his luck Draco, tapped his wand against the heavy metal and the last thing he saw before blacking out was his mother dropping to her knees on the floor of his living room.
When he awoke Draco was in a bed at St. Mungo's hospital. He surveyed himself and saw that he was completely healed except for a thick bandage wrapped around his left arm. A nurse then entered and walked over to him, a kind smile on her face.
"You have been through quite an ordeal Mr. Malfoy, but we were able to repair everything except the injury to your arm. Because it was done with a wand instead of a regular knife, it has left a scar, I'm afraid."
Draco thanked her and asked where his mother was. She was shown in and Draco told her everything and agree with her when she said that they would need to inform Dumbledore. Apparently his father was glad that he was alive and apologised for not doing anything but if he had, he would have been killed too. Draco understood and, once he was let out of the hospital, went and stayed at Hogwarts for the last 2 weeks of the summer.
End of flashback
Draco shook his head to clear the memory and carried on watching as the hat continued evaluating Jamie.
"My dear, I apologise for that, I didn't realise you had been through such an ordeal, I am truly sorry," said the voice in Jamie's ear, "Well, then, lets see, um, yes, you are a Chirox? Now that is interesting, well the right house for you is…………"