Another chapter and more to finally piece together of this very odd story. I haven't stopped writing. In fact I was rather busy lately with my new job as a cashier. Fun job! Lots of people! Makes me happy to know that I at least have a place where I can smile and no one would be the wiser.

Now although I haven't updated till now I had been trying to decide on what to do with Ron. I thought of several ideas but only one of them seemed to ring a bell. I hope you will like this chapter because it's going to rock your world.

This chapter starts the next day in the morning where a decision will be made about Ron.

Headmaster's Office

All was quiet as a worried Headmaster paced back and forth in front of his desk. Hagrid who had brought Ronald Weasley into the office was sitting and looking rather worried as well. The sorting hat was on the shelf and seemed to be in deep thought.

"Why?" Ron said out loud. The Headmaster stopped pacing and then turned to Ron. He shook his head then focused on the sorting hat.

"We could try, but I don't know if he will sort you." The twinkle that was always there was now gone. His eyes seemed blank of all expression. In fact his eyes looked like a void that could swallow you up if stared at too long. He then made for the Sorting Hat summoning it with the wave of his wand to his open hand. With a final sigh he turned to Ron and handed him the Sorting Hat

Wordlessly Ron took the hat and placed it on his head which slid to cover almost all of his head.

umm...are you... Ron asked shakily not forgetting that the hat was temperamental now.

....

I'm sorry. Ron finally thought. I didn't mean to upset you. I just found that it was unfair that I had to be resorted. It's not been done in years.

Apology accepted. You know your the first person that I have come across who has ever gotten me mad. My emotions shouldn't get the better of me but they do. Now about sorting you. I see that you often don't think before saying anything which goes to prove my point earlier. Made me mad as a Hippogriff! You are also very loyal to those who are your friends but have a strong will to see that things stay normal. This strong will often leads to making assumptions too soon. You also long for the same glory as your brothers. Hmm... Where to put you? You were in Gryffindor for only one year but no change have I found in you. You despise the Slytherin's because you like to think they are all Death eaters. Ah-Hah! I will place you in . . .

Owl Wing

I feel so lonely. Why must things happen to me. Of all houses to end up Slytherin just had to beat me around the bush. I tell you it almost feels like someone out there has some weird humor because I am not whatsoever finding this funny. A boy with messy hair sat in a corner or close enough to being a corner since he was in a tower hiding. He was hiding because he didn't want to admit that he was now a Slytherin. Deep down he believed that he belonged in his parents house. Gryffindor for the brave as everyone had called it. He had believed it but now the whole world was coming down.

The owls had already left for breakfast and to deliver mail but Harry stayed where he was. Breakfast turned his stomach because he knew that he would be sitting at the Slytherin table. The same table on which Voldemort had feasted on when he was in school. The same monster that killed his parents and so many others.

'Stupid.' Why must everything happen to me? Thoughts about going back to the Dursley's because he couldn't cope with school gave him a headache. They would not even think twice about abandoning me in the street or worse taking me to an orphanage.

With a last resort in mind he thought of a solution. I'll escape from here and live in the Forbidden forest as a Basilisk. Maneerra . . . Wait I can't leave not without her. Even though I don't know much about her I feel I owe it to her because she saved me from herself. I could just go and . . .

'I knew that if I looked hard enough I would find you.' The familiar voice of Maneerra said out loud. With a start he searched everywhere till he saw a head poking in the door. It slowly opened to revealed Maneerra clothed in wizard's attire. She had bags under her eyes as if she had been awake all night.

'How did you find me?' Harry couldn't help but ask.

'It's instinct young one that lead me to you and besides who better to find you then your adoptive mother. Now are you going to tell me what in the world bothered you so much that you hid here?' It looks like I have no other choice.

I know your all hungry for chapters and here's one to feast on. Okay maybe the chapter didn't rock your world but I sure am keeping you all in suspense.