Chapter 20

Harry looked into his closet that stood beside between his and Draco's beds. He pulled out a black Guns 'N Roses t shirt, and matched it with a pair of torn cargo jeans. With the jeans he decided on a black studded belt to keep them from falling off his hips. Smiling, he ran his hands through his still wet hair and ruffled his hair into a just-rolled-out-of-bed look.

A smiling voice said from behind him, 'So here's the big question, are you going to be You or are you going to be the Golden Boy?'

Harry turned around and said with a smirk, 'I'm going as Me, obviously. The Golden Boy was a friggin' Gryffindor.'

Draco's smile widened, 'Good answer.'

Harry let his eyes now look over Draco's outfit, a red silk shirt that strained across his muscled chest, and black leather pants that should have been made illegal.

Harry looked back up to Draco's eyes and tried to maneuver past the large fire of desire that was quickly running through him, 'So, why are you all decked out? I'm the one being sorted.'

Draco smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said, 'I wanna look my best while Ron Weasley looks his absolute best. Besides, even if you are a friend, I can't have you upstaging me.'

Harry snorted and said, 'Right, like that would ever be even remotely possible.'

Draco looked about to counteract Harry and then shook his head, 'You're right. Anyway, we better go get tour seats before you make too big an entrance and steal all my glory.'

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Elizzabeth tapped one of her nicely manicured nails against the wall as she waited for Harry and Draco. She wanted some company on her way down to supper, and she wanted it to be her new friends.

Turning to look as the boys dormitory opened, she smiled broadly when Draco emerged. She then looked behind him, looking for Harry. Behind Draco came a dark haired guy who looked like he could be from Slytherin, he was toxically good looking. Ripping her eyes away from the darker haired male she turned back to the door, waiting for Harry to come out.

When Draco walked up beside her, the darker haired male having followed him, Elizzabeth moved her eyes from the door to look at Malfoy with a frown creasing her brow, 'Where's Harry?'

Draco smirked and stepped aside so the dark haired sex pot could step to her side. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder the male spoke in a throaty growl, 'Hey babe, maybe we should go down to supper?'

Elizzabeth's eyes widened as she saw the scar through the eyebrow and the flashing emerald eyes. Taking a step back, she looked him over and gave a wolf whistle.

'Jeez Harry, in the words of Paris Hilton "That's Hot".'

Smirking Harry gave a low chuckle and said, 'Come on, I'm starved.'

Draco smiled and stood on Elizzabeth's other side, wrapping his arm around her waist. Laughing, Elizzabeth flipped her hair over one shoulder and then straightened her back.

'I feel like a star. Two drop dead sexy men on either side.'

In front of the threesome they bumped into Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Blaise.

'Well, and why is it that you three are all dolled up? Holy shit!'

Harry smirked again and said, 'Yes Pansy, my glasses are gone, for good.'

Smiling, Pansy said, 'You know Harry, you really do look better without them.'

Harry smiled at her and said, 'Come on, let's get down to supper.'

'Wait, you still didn't answer my question. Why are you all dressed up?'

Harry answered her with a wolfish grin and a, 'It's a surprise.'

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As they walked through the Entrance Hall on their way to the Great Hall, Pansy turned to Harry and asked, 'By the way, why was there two drunken Gryffindors in the Seventh Year common room?'

Harry merely gave a sad smile and said, 'They're Gryffindors, they don't think the rules apply to them. What more of an explanation is needed?'

Separating from the other four, Elizzabeth, Draco, and Harry walked to their seats in front of the staff table. Again, Elizzabeth sat between the two boys. Like them, she had also dressed up, wearing a white halter top that showed off a Blue bra, and a pair of stone washed hip huggers.

Harry looked up to the table to see the faces on the many teachers assembled. Hagrid was smiling as usual; he seemed to be looking for someone in the large sea of faces. Professor Lupin looked calm, his face impassive. Professor Snape looked sort of interested, it was obvious he had dressed up a bit, his hair was no longer greasy and he didn't look quite as forbidding. Harry smirked as he noticed the twinkle in the blue eyes of the Headmaster was missing. Professor McGonagall looked as if she was sucking on a sour lemon. Professor Trelawney looked edgy, as if someone was going to jump out at her at any minute. Professor Flitwick had also cleaned up, his robes were all sitting nicely where as they were usually in disarray. And Professor Sprout, she was the most obvious to see that she had cleaned up; she was free of any trace of fertilizer, her hair up in a neat bun, and her large face looked warm and inviting.

Finished at scrutinizing the teachers, Harry turned and looked at the students; it seemed that quite a few of them had also noticed their Head of Houses.

Turning back to look at the staff table expectantly, Harry waited.

Dumbledore stood and waited for silence to fall over the hall.

'As many of you have noticed, all the Head of Houses are neatly dressed and all staff is present. Now that I have made this statement I would expect all of you to be wondering at the purpose behind this-'

Dumbledore's speech was interrupted by a drunken giggle that surfaced from somewhere at the Seventh Year table. Harry's smile grew as he thanked Merlin he was leaving behind the house of Gryffindor.

'As I was saying, the purpose behind this is that we shall be having a new sorting. Now, I realize that this has never been done before, but many here feel that this could be the best course for this student.'

At the end of this sentence a wave of excited murmuring broke out over the hall. After all, it had never happened before.

'…What's he talking about?...'

'…I think the old man's finally lost it…'

'…Never done what before?...'

Harry then smiled at Draco who looked as if Christmas had come early.

The mutterings soon died off as Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat on the stool in front of the staff table. This again only incited more whispers.

'…Where did that come from?...'

'…Why would they need the sorting hat?...'

'…What is going on?...'

Harry, Draco, and Elizzabeth turned expectant eyes to the sorting hat. Harry wondered what the hat could have come up with; it wasn't the first time Harry James Potter was sorted, but the difference was that the first time it had been the Golden Boy, this time, it was Harry Potter.

Silence fell over the Great Hall as they realized that the hat would be singing a song that might answer their questions. And all eyes of the hall turned to listen to the hat.

'Once upon a time, six long years ago

Came a boy whose name everyone did know.

Many people did hold the small boy dear,

For he had gotten rid of their greatest fear.

The dark haired wonder had much, I could see,

But instead of the house where he should rightfully be

He chose the great house of the mighty Gryffindor.

For he was the hero many did adore.

Even though he had heard my song,

He, regretfully, convinced me to sort him wrong.

So now, after many a fight,

Everything shall, finally, be set right.'

Harry smiled as he waited for the thunderous whispering to begin again. And as many things go, he didn't have long to wait.

'…Who is it talking about?...'

'…Dark haired wonder?...'

'…I wonder if he's someone hot…'

Smiling as the entire hall began to look for someone who fit the profile; a dark haired Gryffindor everyone knows. As the questioning whispers continued on a slurred voice cut through.

'It'sh 'Arry bloody Potter.'

Harry smiled at Draco and Elizzabeth and stood up from his seat, making his way to the staff table. Smiling at the Headmaster he said, 'Hello…sir.'

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed slightly at the purposeful delay of the respectful address.

'Hello Harry. If you would be so kind as to make an address to the student body after being resorted. I would find it a very large favor that I would be indebted to you for.'

Harry smirked and turned to face the many eyes of the Hogwarts castle. As he looked into the sea of faces, he felt his amulet once again burn, slightly hotter, but still bearable. Succeeding in avoiding a grimace he gave a smirk instead. Picking up the sorting hat he sat on the stool and placed it over his head.

'Well, well, nice to see you again Harry Potter.'

'Hello, so, we both know the drill, this time I won't interfere at all.'

In an almost laughing voice the Sorting hat said, 'Right, I gather where you should be from your thoughts, yet I make the decision.'

'That's right. Otherwise they wouldn't need you would they?'

'Point taken. Hmm….I see that you still have the courage, but I also see a large, knowledgeable brain. You are kind to those around you…who haven't been unduly unkind to you or others that his. And yet, you have a large need to show what you are made of. You feel you must prove to those about you that you are more than a figure head of power.'

Nodding his hat-clad head to the words he said, 'And don't forget my witty humor.'

Harry could have sworn that the hat had smirked as it yelled out its decision, '…SLYTHERIN!'

Taking off the hat and placing it on the stool Harry smiled at the large, silent, crowd. He felt he amulet burning, but it was only for a moment; a second of intense burning heat that was immediately replaced with a soothing balm.

Confused as to the workings of the amulet, he kept the smile firmly in place and spoke in a clear voice, 'To those of you who were only kind to me because I was the revered Boy-Who-Lived, the Golden Boy, the Chosen One, I have one thing to say: Get. A. Life.'

Taking a bow, Harry righted to hear the loud cheering of the Slytherins amidst the silence of the other houses.

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