When they got off the train a voice was calling for the first years, "All first years this way." It was a giant of a man.
"My dad told me about him. His name is Hagrid." Paris whispered to Constantine.
He looked rather fierce, but his voice didn't sound as harsh as he looked, "This way to the boats, follow me." the large group followed Hagrid to the boats, which held four students each
As they waited to get onto a boat, Paris seemed to be looking around for someone, but it would have been hard because of how dark it was. Paris and Constantine rode in a boat with a girl that had long sandy blonde hair, and a boy with light brown hair. No one really talked much on the trek across the lake, everyone was to absorbed in the view in front of them, as the castle grew larger. As soon as they reached the landing, they all entered the castle walking threw the entry hall, to where a professor stood waiting for them. When they reached her, she looked cross, but didn't give off the feel that she was upset.
"On the other side of these doors are your fellow classmates, but before you enter, I need to tell you a few things first," she said studying the children before her, and her gaze lingered on Constantine a little longer than it did on anyone else. "When you enter through these doors you all will be sorted into one of four houses, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin." A little noise was made afer each house was announced, "Now you need to remember that while you're here, your house will be like you family, good behavior and work will gain you points, and disrespect and bad behavior will lose you points." She looked around at the children one more time, "Very well come along."
She turned around and opened the large wooden doors, and walked into the great hall being trailed by the group of first years. They all walked the length of the dinning hall till they reached the area in front of the staff table, where a stool sat with an old, torn hat upon it.
"Stand along here," the professor said pointing to the area in front of her, "Now I'll be calling your name and you will be sorted." she picked up the hat.
Paris still seemed to be looking for someone in the group. Constantine ignored him, but he felt like he was being watched and he didn't really like it. He glanced around to see two fellow first years watching him they weren't vary attractive one a boy looked like a small gorilla with black hair, and his face looked slightly pinched, and the other obviously not related, but still relatively unattractive. She was smaller then the boy in both width and hight, and was less ugly, but she still wasn't pleasant to look at. She had long wavy brown hair, and dark eyes that looked at him hard.
He was pulled from his musings of the ugly student to Paris smiling, "I found him."
"Him who?" Constantine was a little confused.
"One of my cousins he was supposed to start this year too." Paris said grinning.
Constantine just smiled back. He didn't realize that the professor had been calling students, and he wasn't paying attention.
"Finnaegan, Sean," was the next name he heard called, then Paris was pointing to the boy, "He's my cousin." he watched the thin red-ish brown haired boy walk slowly up to the stool and sat then the hat was placed on his head, after a moment it said "Gryffindor!" then he heard the cheers from a table nearby.
"Goyle, Devon," was the name after Sean's. After the hat was placed on the boy's pudgy head, it didn't take long for the hat to shout "Slytherin!" followed by the cheering from another table.
Then it hit him he forgot about it what if he got Slytherin then he wouldn't be able to hang out with Paris as much. Now he started to get anxious and all he heard was
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"Crabbe, Erica," it was that ugly girl; the hat put her in Slytherin.
Then he heard Paris's name "Weasley, Paris," he watched his friend go up to the stool, and get the hat put on his head, it didn't take long for it to say "Gryffindor!" and he watched his friend run off to a cheering table.
He was nervous then he heard his name "Malfoy, Constantine," he could feel all eyes on him as he sat on the stool, but held himself dignified as the Malfoy he was. But his entire mind kept thinking was no not Slytherin, all he wanted to do was go with his friend he didn't care about family traditions. Then in a shout "Gryffindor!" he closed his eyes when he heard it start speaking, but when it said it he didn't believe it.
When he opened his eyes he saw a lot of people watching him now, but now there were murmurs. He moved quickly to the cheering table sitting next to Paris, but he glanced around the hall and noticed that most of the Slytherins were staring at him. He turned his attention to Paris and tried to ignore the eyes.
"Constantine this is Sean. He is aunt Ginny's, and uncle Seamus' son." Paris said introducing the two. Constantine smiled and stuck his hand out across the table, and they shook.
"So Constantine, I'm sorry but I honestly never thought that a Malfoy would be sitting at this table." Sean said quietly while names were still being read off.
Constantine didn't know what to say to that, but he knew his father wasn't going to be happy about it. A few moments later the sorting was done, and Dumbledore gave his opening talk about the dark forest, and the other places the first years should stay away from. After dinner they were shown the Gryffindor common room, and where they would be living for the next year. That night, before Constantine went to bed, he wrote his Father about the nights events. Though when it came to the part where he was to say what house he was sorted into, it seemed his hand had forgotten how to write. But he pushed himself and wrote it down, then signed it, sealed it, and then ran it down to the owlery as fast as he could, then back to the dorm before curfew came into effect.
Back in the dorm room the boys in the room consisted of Paris, Constantine, Sean, and Edwin Thomas. The boys stayed up talking late that night, talking about quidditch, and what the year might be like. The next morning at breakfast was when the mail came. Everyone seemed to have gotten something, even him. It was from his father. He didn't want to open it, but he knew he had to. He opened the letter, and began to read it.
Dear Constantine,
Well I'm glade that you are safely at Hogwarts, and that Paris was able to get on the train. But in regards with your sorting we will discuss that when you come home for winter holiday. Behave Constantine, and listen to your professors.
Your Father,
Draco Malfoy
Constantine turned the paper over looked in the envelope. That was it. That's all his father wrote. He looked over at Paris who was reading his mail, when Paris looked at his friend he noticed the strange look and took the letter from him.
"Constantine, do you think he's mad?" Paris asked after looking over the letter.
"I don't know, but if I had to guess, I'd have to say yes," Constantine said quietly, taking the letter back and putting it in his pocket.
Soon after school started it all seemed to pass quickly he found that he was really bad at potions, but everything else he was petty good at, though Professor Snape seemed agitated that Constantine didn't catch on quickly potions. He knew it probably had something to do with the fact that his father was outstanding in that class, and Snape expected the same out of him. If it wasn't for Paris he would probably fail, but with his friend helping him, he was doing all right. The Slytherins teased him whenever they had a chance; well it was the two ugly slytherins that bothered him. He knew he was going to at some point punch Goyle, square in his pudgy face before the year ended.
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The months passed, and soon it was time for winter holiday Paris and Constantine were heading back home. It was then when Constantine remembered his father was going to talk to him about the sorting. When the train came into the station, the boys got their trunks, and went looking for their parents. Constantine found his father waiting, and both boys walked up to the older Malfoy.
"Hello Mr. Malfoy," Paris said politely.
"Hello Father," Constantine said smiling.
"Come along boys, Paris I'm taking you home with us tonight, Ophelia is sick and your mum doesn't want you over there just yet." Draco said turning and heading for the portal.
Once the group arrived at the Malfoy's house Draco instructed them to put their belongings upstairs.
"Wow, your dad really doesn't seem to be very happy," Paris said getting into Constantine's room after putting his trunk in one of the guess rooms.
"Paris, I have never seen him like this," Constantine said running a hand through his hair.
"Constantine, come here, please," Draco called from down stairs.
Constantine made his way nervously down stairs, and Paris went out to the landing so he could hear what was happening.
"Yes Father?" Constantine asked quietly, entering the sitting room.
"How has your schooling been going?" Draco questioned, sitting in the armchair.
"Good, it's been good," Constantine tried to keep his voice even.
It fell quiet fora few moments then Draco spoke again, "You realize you're the first Malfoy in generations to be sorted into Gryffindor." Draco said evenly.
"I didn't expect to be sorted into there, I swear father." Constantine apologized.
"Do you have any idea what your Grandfather is going say?" Draco said his voice rising a little.
"What does Grandfather have to do with anything?" Now Constantine was getting louder.
"Don't raise your voice to me," Draco said warning.
"Why are you having such a problem with this?" Constantine said defiantly.
"Because you weren't' suppose to be a Gryffindor!" Draco stated in a very strangled shout.
He had never heard his father sound like that before, and he didn't know what to do. It all seemed strange to him. It fell quiet between them again. "I'm sorry father." Constantine said looking down at the carpet.
Draco didn't say anything he got up and pulled the boy to his chest wrapping his arms around the boy. "You don't have anything to be sorry for, anything." Draco whispered soothingly. After a few moments, Draco pulled from the boy, "Why don't you and Paris go get cleaned up for dinner."
"Yes Father," Constantine said half grinning.
Draco watched his son walk out of the room, and heard him run up the stairs. Draco sat back in the armchair, and sighed rubbing his face with the palm of his hand.
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(A/N) well there two more chapters hope you liked thim and just to let you know things will be jumping around, and the boys will be getting older. just to let you know, and i love reviews it lets me know if im doing an alright job. so R/R ppl i'l love you for ever, but i'm still not going to force you.:D
and im starting to wonder if i only have two ppl reading this thing anymore lol anyway...
Jade- yeah yeah well i just wasnt sure about that last chapter and you did help me so its all good. lol
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