Summary: Chapter 3 FINALLY! The re-sorting! You all knew it was coming.
Arguments, introductions, and what the f-!
Parings: Draco and Harry!!sizzle and of course the usual and painfully obvious 'Mione and Ron cough
Ratings: R... this fic will be exceptionally angsty and dramatic. I am a hopeless romantic so there will be love scenes! But alas, I will try to break poor Harry and co with all sorts of evil things running through my head!
Disclaimer: I do not own them and if I did well err... nevermind. No the goddess JKR owns the wonderful world of HP I am just a fan-girl toying with slightly OOC versions. But I will try to keep them as close as I can get to the originals.
A/N: I haven't updated in almost a year! This is the first real fic I've written and I am coming back from a long break so tell me what you think. I have decided to have a re-sorting. I know, I know it is old but I want to do it. It all has a purpose.
"How can you see into my eyes like open doors?"
Evanescense
This is who I am....... See the real me
The Great Hall
Harry sat at the very end of the Gryffindor table, arms crossed over his chest and looking completely bored. He had ridden a carriage with a couple of first years not trusting himself to being in the company of anyone who knew him. Ro-Weasley's words still hurt, no matter how hard he tried to shove the pain away.
"Wonder where I learned the 'rescuing thing' from!"
Oh Sirius...
The black haired boy clenched his teeth in anger, at Ron and himself.
It was foolish to get so worked up over that- that-
A movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Harry turned his head and felt his mouth fall open in surprise. When the reason for his distraction smirked he quickly shut it with a snap.
Draco Malfoy was leaning against the end of the Gryffindor table.
The Gryffindors went silent.
"Well Potter, are you going to greet me properly, or are you waiting for an invitation?"
Harry smothered his pleased smile quickly and smirked at the blonde.
"I am so sorry Malfoy for not bowing to you with the proper reverence, allow me to make amends."
Harry stood and mock bowed. Malfoy waved his hand in a dismissing manner.
"Not nearly adequate, but it will do for now."
His mannerisms were so much like his father Harry could not help but grin.
"Thank you Master!"
Malfoy choked slightly and bit his lip to muffle his laughter as Harry beamed up at him in mock adoration. Further down the table Ron stood his face red and fisted his hands. Hermione looked torn between laughter and anger, Harry's name calling still on her mind. The other tables, especially Slytherin and the head table, watched and murmured at the arch-rivals actions.
A dark shadow towered over the two boys.
"Mr. Potter! Mr. Malfoy! As amusing as this conversation is, there is a sorting ceremony that has yet to begin, and we do not wait for anyone. Even celebrities."
Harry and Draco froze. Then he smirked slyly. Doing his best impression of a house elf, Harry bowed with his arms strait out and palms face down.
"Potter is not worthy! I is sorry most kind and powerful and masterful sirs! Potter is not worthy!"
Malfoy couldn't help he, he threw back his heard and laughed. Snape's face went blank for a moment before sneering at the still bowing boy.
"Indeed."
He strode away with a final 'Sit down, Weasley.' Harry stopped and waited for Malfoy to stop laughing. By this time the rest of the hall was as noisy as ever, Snape's departure had cured them of their shock.
"Merlin Potter, you are mad! But your method of distracting Snape was priceless."
The doors of the hall opened as McGonagall led the first years to the sorting hat. Malfoy left with a smirk. Harry sat back down amid the angry, amused, and confused glances of his fellow Gryffindors. Dumbledore, he noticed, had been watching him from the moment he walked in the hall. Probably heard about the 'incident' at the platform. Sniveling cowards. Take a good look Dumbledore, see what you have done. Watch as your little schemes unravel at the hands of a boy. The hands of a broken idol.
Harry felt a brief pang of guilt for his words towards Remus, but then he pushed the feeling aside. The hall quieted as the hat began to sing.
"In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The Founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted:
United by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning
To make the world's best magic school
And pass along their learning.
"Together we will build and teach!"
The Four good friends decided
And never did they dream that they
Might someday be divided,
For were there such friends anywhere
As Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?
So how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there and so can tell
The whole sad, sorry tale.
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those
Whose ancestry is purest."
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose
Intelligence is surest."
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those
With brave deeds to their name,"
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot,
And treat them just the same."
These differences caused little strife
When first they came to light,
For each of the four founders had
A House in which they might
Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning, just like him,
And only those of sharpest mind
Were taught by Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring Gryffindor,
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest,
And taught them all she knew,
Thus the Houses and their founders
Retained friendships firm and true.
So Hogwarts worked in harmony
For several happy years,
But the discord crept among us
Feeding on our faults and fears.
The Houses that, like pillars four,
Had once held up our school,
Now turned upon each other and,
Divided, sought to rule.
And for a while it seemed the school
Must meet an early end,
What with dueling and with fighting
And the clash of friend on friend
And at last there came a morning
When old Slytherin departed
And though the fighting then died out
He left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four
Were whittled down to three
Have the Houses been united
And they once were meant to be.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
And you all know the score:
I sort you into Houses
Because that is what I'm for,
But this year I'll go further,
Listen closely to my song:
Though condemned I am to split you
Still I worry that it's wrong,
Though I must fulfill my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether sorting
May not bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in danger
From external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her
Or we'll crumble from within I have told you, I have warned you... Let the sorting now begin"
The older years at Hogwarts began to whisper hurriedly, and the staff looked at Dumbledore in confusion. Dumbledore himself just nodded for the sorting to proceed.
That was the same song as the year before.
McGonagall began to read the names from the list.
"McDermott, Anthony."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"O'Brian, Sarah."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The line of first years got smaller and smaller until the last name was called out.
"Lowry, Elizabeth."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Suddenly three things happened at once. Dumbledore stood to address the students, McGonagall reached out to pick up the hat off the stool, and a disgruntled voice rang through the hall.
"Now wait just a minute! Just a minute if you please! I am not finished, Headmaster!"
Dumbledore paused and raised a silvery eyebrow, McGonagall jumped a bit in startled, and the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry stared at the Sorting Hat in shock. Never in the history of the school had the sorting hat sorted students after the sorting ceremony was finished.
"There are no more students to be sorted-"
"I know Dumbledore, this is a re-sorting-"
"A re-sorting? What do you-"
"Don't interrupt me if you please! Humph. Now let's see, let's see. Ahh yes... Hermione Granger!"
Hermione's eyes were as round as dinner plates. Ron was stuttering, his face red, shaking his head at the hat. Ginny whispered into Hermione's ear. She stumbled up to the stool and looked to the frozen McGonagall.
"Professor?"
McGonagall pressed her lips into a thin line and placed the hat upon Hermione's head.
"RAVENCLAW!"
The Gryffindors groaned at losing the smartest witch in the school to the brainy, and pleased, Ravenclaws. Ron was still shaking his head in disbelief. The hat was not finished.
"Blaise Lacaze-Zambini!"
Harry looked over at the Slytherin table as a boy stood up. He was olive skinned, lean, and had shoulder length black hair. Harry frowned slightly.
Wasn't his last name just Zambini?
"RAVENCLAW!"
The Zambini boy walked over to the Ravenclaw table quickly. Harry noticed the silent communication between Zambini and Malfoy. Then they both looked to Snape, who nodded. Hmmm... Slytherin sigh language. But still the hat was not finished.
"Harry Potter!"
Harry almost smiled; of course he would be re-sorted. He strolled up to the front of the hall giving Malfoy, Snape, and Dumbledore each a wink. Malfoy and Snape raised an eyebrow at his wink while Dumbledore's eyes widened.
Yes, you know what it will do.
McGonagall placed the hat on his head.
"I suppose you know why you are here?"
"Yes, and I know what will be."
"You are darker that is true. You need them to win this war Mr. Potter. You will understand in time."
"Do you get paid to be this vague?"
"Leave the sarcasm to the Slytherins, Potter."
Harry laughed at the hat's teasing.
"Just sort me already! Bloody Hat!"
"Such insolence must be..."
"SLYTHERIN!"
The hall was silent. All of them were thinking the same thing...Harry Potter, a Slytherin? Smirking, Harry took off the hat and walked over to the Slytherin table. He stood behind Draco and spoke in a haughty demeaning voice.
"Well Malfoy, are you going to greet me properly, or are you waiting for an invitation?"
Draco looked him up and down.
"I will when you can come up with your own insults."
Harry sat down amongst the Slytherin's laughter. The black haired boy crossed his arms and glared at the blonde.
"Git."
"Savior."
"Arse kisser."
"Ohhh, real original Potter."
"Thank you."
The dinner appeared on the tables as the feast began. The confusion was forgotten as hungry bellies were filled. Harry's Slytherin side was satisfied, for the moment, with being in the presence of its own kind.
I won't be your Golden Boy anymore. I can't. I can't be something like that any longer. No more running and hiding. No more wasting time. I will be strong. I will gain power. I will face Voldemort.
I will win.
Read and Review Please!
I know this is a little different from the other chapter, and shorter, but I am trying to get back into the mood of the fic. It is harder than you'd think. I try to be angsty and can't resist the humor. Bad humor too!
Parings: Draco and Harry!!sizzle and of course the usual and painfully obvious 'Mione and Ron cough
Ratings: R... this fic will be exceptionally angsty and dramatic. I am a hopeless romantic so there will be love scenes! But alas, I will try to break poor Harry and co with all sorts of evil things running through my head!
Disclaimer: I do not own them and if I did well err... nevermind. No the goddess JKR owns the wonderful world of HP I am just a fan-girl toying with slightly OOC versions. But I will try to keep them as close as I can get to the originals.
A/N: I haven't updated in almost a year! This is the first real fic I've written and I am coming back from a long break so tell me what you think. I have decided to have a re-sorting. I know, I know it is old but I want to do it. It all has a purpose.
"How can you see into my eyes like open doors?"
Evanescense
This is who I am....... See the real me
The Great Hall
Harry sat at the very end of the Gryffindor table, arms crossed over his chest and looking completely bored. He had ridden a carriage with a couple of first years not trusting himself to being in the company of anyone who knew him. Ro-Weasley's words still hurt, no matter how hard he tried to shove the pain away.
"Wonder where I learned the 'rescuing thing' from!"
Oh Sirius...
The black haired boy clenched his teeth in anger, at Ron and himself.
It was foolish to get so worked up over that- that-
A movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Harry turned his head and felt his mouth fall open in surprise. When the reason for his distraction smirked he quickly shut it with a snap.
Draco Malfoy was leaning against the end of the Gryffindor table.
The Gryffindors went silent.
"Well Potter, are you going to greet me properly, or are you waiting for an invitation?"
Harry smothered his pleased smile quickly and smirked at the blonde.
"I am so sorry Malfoy for not bowing to you with the proper reverence, allow me to make amends."
Harry stood and mock bowed. Malfoy waved his hand in a dismissing manner.
"Not nearly adequate, but it will do for now."
His mannerisms were so much like his father Harry could not help but grin.
"Thank you Master!"
Malfoy choked slightly and bit his lip to muffle his laughter as Harry beamed up at him in mock adoration. Further down the table Ron stood his face red and fisted his hands. Hermione looked torn between laughter and anger, Harry's name calling still on her mind. The other tables, especially Slytherin and the head table, watched and murmured at the arch-rivals actions.
A dark shadow towered over the two boys.
"Mr. Potter! Mr. Malfoy! As amusing as this conversation is, there is a sorting ceremony that has yet to begin, and we do not wait for anyone. Even celebrities."
Harry and Draco froze. Then he smirked slyly. Doing his best impression of a house elf, Harry bowed with his arms strait out and palms face down.
"Potter is not worthy! I is sorry most kind and powerful and masterful sirs! Potter is not worthy!"
Malfoy couldn't help he, he threw back his heard and laughed. Snape's face went blank for a moment before sneering at the still bowing boy.
"Indeed."
He strode away with a final 'Sit down, Weasley.' Harry stopped and waited for Malfoy to stop laughing. By this time the rest of the hall was as noisy as ever, Snape's departure had cured them of their shock.
"Merlin Potter, you are mad! But your method of distracting Snape was priceless."
The doors of the hall opened as McGonagall led the first years to the sorting hat. Malfoy left with a smirk. Harry sat back down amid the angry, amused, and confused glances of his fellow Gryffindors. Dumbledore, he noticed, had been watching him from the moment he walked in the hall. Probably heard about the 'incident' at the platform. Sniveling cowards. Take a good look Dumbledore, see what you have done. Watch as your little schemes unravel at the hands of a boy. The hands of a broken idol.
Harry felt a brief pang of guilt for his words towards Remus, but then he pushed the feeling aside. The hall quieted as the hat began to sing.
"In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The Founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted:
United by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning
To make the world's best magic school
And pass along their learning.
"Together we will build and teach!"
The Four good friends decided
And never did they dream that they
Might someday be divided,
For were there such friends anywhere
As Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?
So how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there and so can tell
The whole sad, sorry tale.
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those
Whose ancestry is purest."
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose
Intelligence is surest."
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those
With brave deeds to their name,"
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot,
And treat them just the same."
These differences caused little strife
When first they came to light,
For each of the four founders had
A House in which they might
Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning, just like him,
And only those of sharpest mind
Were taught by Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring Gryffindor,
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest,
And taught them all she knew,
Thus the Houses and their founders
Retained friendships firm and true.
So Hogwarts worked in harmony
For several happy years,
But the discord crept among us
Feeding on our faults and fears.
The Houses that, like pillars four,
Had once held up our school,
Now turned upon each other and,
Divided, sought to rule.
And for a while it seemed the school
Must meet an early end,
What with dueling and with fighting
And the clash of friend on friend
And at last there came a morning
When old Slytherin departed
And though the fighting then died out
He left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four
Were whittled down to three
Have the Houses been united
And they once were meant to be.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
And you all know the score:
I sort you into Houses
Because that is what I'm for,
But this year I'll go further,
Listen closely to my song:
Though condemned I am to split you
Still I worry that it's wrong,
Though I must fulfill my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether sorting
May not bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in danger
From external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her
Or we'll crumble from within I have told you, I have warned you... Let the sorting now begin"
The older years at Hogwarts began to whisper hurriedly, and the staff looked at Dumbledore in confusion. Dumbledore himself just nodded for the sorting to proceed.
That was the same song as the year before.
McGonagall began to read the names from the list.
"McDermott, Anthony."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"O'Brian, Sarah."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The line of first years got smaller and smaller until the last name was called out.
"Lowry, Elizabeth."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Suddenly three things happened at once. Dumbledore stood to address the students, McGonagall reached out to pick up the hat off the stool, and a disgruntled voice rang through the hall.
"Now wait just a minute! Just a minute if you please! I am not finished, Headmaster!"
Dumbledore paused and raised a silvery eyebrow, McGonagall jumped a bit in startled, and the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry stared at the Sorting Hat in shock. Never in the history of the school had the sorting hat sorted students after the sorting ceremony was finished.
"There are no more students to be sorted-"
"I know Dumbledore, this is a re-sorting-"
"A re-sorting? What do you-"
"Don't interrupt me if you please! Humph. Now let's see, let's see. Ahh yes... Hermione Granger!"
Hermione's eyes were as round as dinner plates. Ron was stuttering, his face red, shaking his head at the hat. Ginny whispered into Hermione's ear. She stumbled up to the stool and looked to the frozen McGonagall.
"Professor?"
McGonagall pressed her lips into a thin line and placed the hat upon Hermione's head.
"RAVENCLAW!"
The Gryffindors groaned at losing the smartest witch in the school to the brainy, and pleased, Ravenclaws. Ron was still shaking his head in disbelief. The hat was not finished.
"Blaise Lacaze-Zambini!"
Harry looked over at the Slytherin table as a boy stood up. He was olive skinned, lean, and had shoulder length black hair. Harry frowned slightly.
Wasn't his last name just Zambini?
"RAVENCLAW!"
The Zambini boy walked over to the Ravenclaw table quickly. Harry noticed the silent communication between Zambini and Malfoy. Then they both looked to Snape, who nodded. Hmmm... Slytherin sigh language. But still the hat was not finished.
"Harry Potter!"
Harry almost smiled; of course he would be re-sorted. He strolled up to the front of the hall giving Malfoy, Snape, and Dumbledore each a wink. Malfoy and Snape raised an eyebrow at his wink while Dumbledore's eyes widened.
Yes, you know what it will do.
McGonagall placed the hat on his head.
"I suppose you know why you are here?"
"Yes, and I know what will be."
"You are darker that is true. You need them to win this war Mr. Potter. You will understand in time."
"Do you get paid to be this vague?"
"Leave the sarcasm to the Slytherins, Potter."
Harry laughed at the hat's teasing.
"Just sort me already! Bloody Hat!"
"Such insolence must be..."
"SLYTHERIN!"
The hall was silent. All of them were thinking the same thing...Harry Potter, a Slytherin? Smirking, Harry took off the hat and walked over to the Slytherin table. He stood behind Draco and spoke in a haughty demeaning voice.
"Well Malfoy, are you going to greet me properly, or are you waiting for an invitation?"
Draco looked him up and down.
"I will when you can come up with your own insults."
Harry sat down amongst the Slytherin's laughter. The black haired boy crossed his arms and glared at the blonde.
"Git."
"Savior."
"Arse kisser."
"Ohhh, real original Potter."
"Thank you."
The dinner appeared on the tables as the feast began. The confusion was forgotten as hungry bellies were filled. Harry's Slytherin side was satisfied, for the moment, with being in the presence of its own kind.
I won't be your Golden Boy anymore. I can't. I can't be something like that any longer. No more running and hiding. No more wasting time. I will be strong. I will gain power. I will face Voldemort.
I will win.
Read and Review Please!
I know this is a little different from the other chapter, and shorter, but I am trying to get back into the mood of the fic. It is harder than you'd think. I try to be angsty and can't resist the humor. Bad humor too!