Chapter 2
Finally they arrived at Hogwarts and they all lumbered up the front steps and into the front door to Hogwarts.
Damion looked at the massive Entrance Hall, his mouth hanging open in awe.
"I never knew this place was so big!" He exclaimed, "We have heard about it, but the only one's who have really seen this place have long since graduated."
"Well, we do try." Dumbledore beamed from the top of the Grand Staircase, "And now, if Mr. Price would follow me, please, we will have you sorted before the first years arrive."
"Now what you don't want to do is get into Hufflepuff or Slytherin, of course Ravenclaw is the smarter ones, and the Gryffindors are the brave ones." Ron was talking to Damion before they had come back with the sorting hat.
"Oh, come off it Ron! It doesn't matter what house he's in, well, not really," Harry mumbled.
"Oh, come on, of course it does, because if he's in Slytherin, he'll probably be friends with Malfoy!" Ron exclaimed his eyes alight with horror.
Damion's ears seemed to perk at this sentence.
"Oh, Ron, don't ever think such a thing," Hermione said.
"Who cares what house I'm in, as long as I can see you guys some time during the day," Damion said as he draped his arms around Harry and Hermione's shoulders.
"Mr. Price, if you would please come up here," Professor McGonagall said from the head of the Great Hall. Damion stood from where he had been sitting at the Gryffindor table with his newfound friends, and walked to the stool that sat in the middle of the room. He sat down and waited for Professor McGonagall to place the hat on his head.
"Hmm, this one will be tough," The hat whispered in his ear, "So you want to be in Gryffindor, eh?"
"Yea, because all of my new friends are in there," Damion told the hat.
"Well, what about Ravenclaw?" The hat questioned.
"Well, I don't think I'm smart enough to be in Ravenclaw, besides, I don't know anyone in there." Damion said.
"Well, what about Slytherin?" The Hat asked with the slightest hint of amusement in its voice.
"Well, I wouldn't mind being in Slytherin, it doesn't sound that bad, besides if I was in there then I could—,"
Then the hat shouted, "Slytherin!"
"Hey, I wasn't through talking to you!" Damion said as the hat was removed from his head. He walked over to the Slytherin table and sat at the end where no one else was sitting. Almost as soon as he sat down the first years walked in from the Great Hall.
Professor McGonagall proceeded to sort all of the first years into their houses, every once in a while Damion would look over to see Ron, Hermione, and Harry sending him sympathetic looks. When The Sorting Ceremony was over Dumbledore stood up to make his yearly speech.
"I am only standing up here to remind you that the Forbidden Forest is still just that . . . Forbidden. I would also like to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Eric Vaughn Knightly. Now, on with the feast!" Dumbledore said as he clapped his hands together and food filled every plate.
Damion only sat and stared at his food, not wanting to eat anything at the moment. He looked down the table at the third years that had just moved down towards him. "I can't wait till we get to go to our first Quidditch game. Of course Slytherin is going to get the House cup this year, Gryffindor won't steal it from us like they have done before!" declared a small boy with brown hair.
"Speaking of Gryffindors, I can't believe what Malfoy said about Potter, it's enough to make me sick!" Voiced the boy sitting next to the first boy. His hair was also brown but a much darker color, and it was all parted to one side covering much of his face.
Damion leaned a little towards them, trying not to make it to obvious.
"Yea, I know, but I don't think he knows that we heard him," Said the smaller boy.
"C'mon, Heero, He had to have we were right there!" Said the larger one.
"Trowa, there is no way that he think we heard him, he didn't see us!" Heero said.
"Well, it doesn't really matter if he knows we know, as long as we know that we know, and anyways if we tell him that we know, then he'll know that we know and we'll know that he knows that we know." Trowa said.
"Well put, Trowa!" Heero exclaimed as he clapped his friend on the back.
: I think I can still hear the ringing in my ears from that:// Damion thought as he thought about what the two boys had said, although he was still trying to figure out who knew what.
After about another 45 minutes of trying to figure out whether he knew something worth knowing or if he didn't know anything at all, Dumbledore stood up and the whole room grew quiet, "If the Prefects would please lead their houses to their dormitories, your things have already been taken up."
Everyone then stood up and walked toward the door, not one other house associating with Slytherin, with the exception of Harry, Hermione, Ron, Seamus, and Dean who were all giving their sympathy to Damion and saying their good-byes.
When Damion arrived at the Slytherin Common Room, he was lead up to the 7th year boys' dorm, which he shared with 7 other boys: Gregory Goyle, Quatre Winner, Blaise Zambini, Duo Maxwell, Vincent Crabbe, Eric Keith, and Draco Malfoy. When everyone was inside, they all just went to their separate beds and went to sleep.
"I still can't believe that you and I are Head boy and girl!" Hermione exclaimed, as she looked around the special common room set aside for the Head boy and girl.
"I can't either," Harry said, coming out of his room that led off of the common room.
"Well, I guess I'll just take a bath in our new Jacuzzi tub, and then I'm going to bed." Hermione told him.
" 'K 'Mione, tell me when you get out so I can take a shower." Harry said.
" 'K Harry," and with that Hermione left for the bathroom.
IN THE MORNING
Damion woke to the sound of Crabbe and Goyle's snores. He yawned and stretched as he grabbed the clothes he had picked out for today and walking into the bathroom. He took his shower, changed his clothes and walked back into the dorm room. He grabbed his wand off of the bedside table and went to get Pluto from under his unmade blankets.
"Come here, Pluto," Damion called, "let's go get some breakfast."
Pluto jumped off of the jumble of blankets and stretched, his ears fading to a slightly orange color before fading back to silver.
"I'm sorry for waking you, I just thought you might want to look around the castle for a while." Damion said as he scratched behind Pluto's ears while they turned a soft blue.
"Alright, let's go," Damion said as he walked out into the common room. There were a couple of people awake, either reading or sipping tea by the fire. Slytherins did not like to late for anything, especially not class.
Damion walked out of the common room and took a left towards the Great Hall, as he entered the Great Hall, he walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down where he had sat the night before.
Not long after he had come down for breakfast Harry, Hermione, and Ron came down for breakfast. They each gave him a personal greeting (Ron; a wave, Hermione; a sympathetic smile and a wave, Harry; A wave and a knowing look.) and set off to eat a hearty breakfast.
"I don't think he should have been placed in Slytherin." Hermione said.
"Oh Hermione, you obviously don't know him like I do," Harry said, "This is the boy that gave the entire Surrey police a run for their money."
"Well that may be true, but that still doesn't mean that he belongs in Slytherin." Hermione said.
"Oh, come off it Hermione, you just like him, that's all." Harry said.
Hermione rolled her eyes, but avoided their gaze nonetheless.
Damion sat in silence, eating his delicious breakfast. He occasionally glanced over at Harry and Hermione. He once caught Hermione's eye but she immediately looked back down at her food. Damion was almost finished when someone sat down in front of him. It was Draco.
"What do you want?" Damion asked, barely sparing him a glance.
"I just thought I would let you know that you cannot survive in this house without me, I could turn every single person in this house against you, but only if I wanted to." Draco said, not taking a breath.
"Well, do you want to?" Damion asked, testing his ground.
"Not if I don't have to. I think you could be pretty cool, if you wanted to be. Not that you are. " Draco said, shrugging his shoulders.
"Somehow, I think that there was a compliment somewhere in there." Damion smirked.
"Maybe, but that depends," Draco said.
"Depends on what?" Damion asked.
"Depends, are we calling a truce?" He shrugged.
"Well, I haven't cursed you out yet, so I guess so." Damion answered, extending his hand.
"Good." Draco said, shaking Damion's hand.
"…..When I went over to say 'hello' to the guy, he looked at me one good time and asked me, 'Do you know Bill Weasley?' and of course I said 'Yea, sure he's my brother,' and he says—"
"Why is Malfoy talking to Damion?" Hermione interrupted Ron's 'I met a famous person' story.
"No! Of course that's not what he said! He doesn't even know Damion." Ron said stupidly.
"I don't know, but it doesn't look like it's anything bad. Damion would have already cursed him out if it was anything bad." Harry said, ignoring Ron's comment.
"Oh, I wish he were in our house." Hermione pouted.
"Hermione, get over it, we all already know that you like him." Ron said.
"I do not!" she screamed as if he had insulted her, but blushed at the same time.
"Oh, brother! This is even more obvious than when you liked Ron." Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, that wasn't that obvious…..was it?" Hermione asked.
"I hate to say 'Mione…..but it was." Harry said as he took a bite of his toast.
"Oh!" Hermione cried, as she thumped her head down onto the table.
Harry and Ron just snickered.
"You have to promise me one thing, though." Damion said, as Draco shook his hand.
"And what would that be?" Draco asked, afraid he already knew the answer.
"You have to leave my friends alone." Damion said.
"I knew it! I knew there was a catch!" Draco said, as he stood to leave the Great Hall.
"Where are you going?" Damion asked, checking his watch, then his schedule.
"It's almost time to leave for class," Draco checked his watch also.
"Draco. We have half an hour before we have to leave for class, besides it's potions, isn't he supposed to be one of the meanest teachers of all of them?" Damion asked, as they started to leave anyway.
"You and your stupid Gryffindor friends," He laughed, "Meanest teacher. That's a good one." Draco said as they turned down the corridor to the potions room. "Maybe, they didn't think that, he is only mean to the people he doesn't like. And he doesn't like a whole lot of people."
"Well, what about you, he obviously likes you, why does he like you so much?" Damion asked, genuinely curious.
"Because he is my Godfather." Draco said as they approached the classroom.
"Really?" Damion asked, trying to imagine the person that Harry had described as his 'chemistry' teacher, having a Godson.
"Yes." Draco said, nodding his head slowly, as if he were actually thinking about it.
They walked into the door to be greeted by and empty classroom, Draco walked in and laid his bag on a desk on the far left side of the classroom. Damion sat his bag beside Draco's and followed him through the door that led to Professor Snape's personal office. When they entered Professor Snape looked up from his newspaper and smiled.
"Good Morning, Draco." He greeted them, as he stood and walked over to Draco and pulled him into a hug.
"Morning Severus." Draco said, hugging his godfather.
"Have some tea," Snape offered sweeping his hand over the small table that was set for three.
'I wonder how he knew I was coming,' Damion thought.
"Why not?" He said, sitting at one of the three place settings. Damion sat down next to him, Severus in the only seat left.
"So how has your morning been?" Severus asked, sipping his tea.
"It's been awful! First, My shampoo wasn't Strawberry like I asked for, it was Vanilla. Second, I couldn't find my favorite t-shirt to wear today. And Third, I forgot to do my Transfiguration Essay over the summer! Awful I tell you!" Draco said.
'Wow, sounds like his life sucks,' Damion thought sarcastically, as he rolled his eyes and sipped his tea.
"Well, All I can tell you, Draco, is that you need to just find the--,"
"Silver lining, yeah, yeah, I know, but you have no idea how hard it is to find any kind of silver anything with a case like Potter on your back." Draco sighed as he sipped his own tea.
"You should probably try to forget about Potter, he is only going to bring you down, this petty fighting isn't going to get you anywhere." Snape said as he sniffed his tea and sat it back down.
"How do I do that?" Draco asked.
"Lemme give you a few ideas," Snape said.
'Oh great, a boring morning in here, when I could be out there,' Damion thought as he glanced out the window.
Okay…Okay…I am very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very sorry. I have had some serious problems in the past year…I would rather not talk about them, but if you would like to ask about them you can e-mail finally updated and I will probably be doing so more often now that I have things sorted out, I'm sure that anyone who was reading this story probably isn't reading it anymore but maybe someone will. You can throw things if you want, I won't tell you not to…