Disclaimer: Things in are dreams
Draco had taken his place in the great hall, just as Professor McGonagall put the Sorting Hat on the stool. He wondered what kind of a song that hat had thought of this year.
This old hat
Has seen many days
Has seen many students
In so many ways.
In four houses
You must be placed
Each one had its preference
Each has is equally graced.
There's friendly Huffelpuff
They're all very kind
Then clever Slytherin
They'll teach you your own mind,
Brave Gryffindor demands
Students who are courageous,
If put in academic Ravenclaw
You have to be assiduous.
So put me on
And let me see
If you want to know
Which house it should be.
With that the hat ended it's song. Draco remembered his sorting, he knew he was going to be in Slytherin, there had never been any doubt about that. The first years where called forward in alphabetic order. It started with a small mousy boy,
"Alphard, Jimmy." Was made Ravenclaw and continued from there, "Carrington, Sara." A Gryffindor, another annoyingly arrogant person thought Draco. "Furonston, Calista." A Slytherin, he clapped loudly then. "Kooro, Tabot." A Huffelpuff and so on, until McGonagall called, "Middelton, Tilly." Draco found himself crossing his fingers. When he was placed on her head, he crossed his other hand too. It seem to take ages until at last the hat shouted,
"SLYTHERIN!" Beaming the little girl got of the chair and made her way over to the Slytherin table. She sat with her year, but Draco made himself a mental note to congratulate her afterwards. As the last first year "Zaire, Cinead," had been sorted into Ravenclaw, Dumbledore stood up and opened the feast. He already regretted his run in with Potter and that stupid boast, well he thought it was stupid to speak so idly about the Dark Lord. Potter had always 'defeated' him when he wasn't at the height of his power and only because of some weird protection spell his mother had cast before she died.
"DRACO!" He was abruptly pulled out of his thoughts by Pansy's shout into his ear. Now that wasn't very nice. "You weren't listening to what I was saying." She whined.
"You were saying something?" Glaring at him Pansy stalked out of the great Hall. Soon the hall was clearing and the Slytherins were on their way down to their dungeons. Draco settled himself into one of the common room chairs. He waved at Tilly when she walked passed and mouthed congratulations at her. She winked at him and followed the group to the first year dormitories. He had better unpack too, or else he'd be searching for everything the next day. Maybe he'd go to bed afterwards, he was feeling tired anyway.
Draco was sitting on his bed in Malfoy Manor. The door opened and his father came in, glaring he pulled him up by his arm and dragged him down to the dungeons. After he chained him to the wall he turned to leave. Lucius turned back for a second, "I'm sorry Draco" it was only a whisper and Draco wasn't sure if he'd heard correctly. Then the door swung shut. He heard a low growl coming from the other side of the dungeon. Then it lunged at him, claws fletched and saliva dripping from it's huge jaws, he struggled trying to pull free. Never had he felt so scared in his life, the scream that was ripped from him as he felt the flesh ripped from his shoulder was deafening…
Draco woke up, that nightmare again. He wished he didn't relive it nearly every night. Thank God that the walls of the rooms were thick enough to drown his cries. He wished that he could go and see Serverus, but to run to him with nightmares with 17 seemed pretty ridiculous to him. Sighing he turned over and pulled the sheets up. He was going to be tired tomorrow, he knew that sleep would elude him now.
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Kanui d'Astor : If you have anymore questions I'll answer them, it isn't a problem, after all sometimes you need help understanding a story. Tilly's more of a filler, but hey, we'll see what happens.