"Who are you?" a cold, calculating voice demanded.
"Were you talking to me?" Henry sniffed, as he turned to face the sneering expression of a skinny, blonde-haired boy.
"Yes," the boy drawled. "I was talking to you."
"I am Henry Granger, pleased to-" Henry quickly decided that he was not pleased to meet this rude male, and paused mid-sentence.
"Meet you," the boy finished for him. "Never heard of you. My father works for the Ministry and he's never mentioned that name before. Granger, huh?"
Henry wondered what business was it of the boy's to care about his background. "And who might you be?"
"Draco. Draco Malfoy, and you should be pleased to meet me," he flashed a smile at Henry, which sent shivers down his spine. "I hope you do not associate with people like those-" he paused briefly to point at a gangly redhead and the black-haired boy whom Dean had spoken to earlier, who were standing a few feet away from them. "Because if you do, I highly doubt we will ever become more than mere classmates."
Henry let out a snort of disgust, and backed away from Malfoy. Malfoy took a few steps forward at the retreat, but stopped as he noted that Henry was walking in Ron and Harry's direction. He sighed, and turned from the sight. People were so unappreciative these days, he thought.
Henry loathed it when people took it upon themselves to make decisions for him, so he decided to try and make friends with the redhead, and well, the scarred kid. He quickened his pace, as an old lady began leading them into the Great Hall. "Hey!" he managed to say, as he tripped along.
The boy turned and gave Henry an odd look. "Um, hi." He turned away, as his friend recaptured his attention.
Henry noted that it was, again, the boy with the messy black hair. He poked him on the shoulder. "Hi," he smiled.
"Hi," the boy said uncertainly. He felt Henry's eyes roam to his forehead, and in a desperate attempt, pulled his hair over his scar. "Who are you?"
"Oh, I'm Henry Granger!" Henry grinned, relieved that he had finally gotten some kind of a result. "You?"
"I'm Harry Potter," Harry seemed to have a question on his mind as he introduced himself. He didn't gasp yet, he thought. That was strange. "Are you a-"
Harry closed his mouth, as one of the professors spoke up. Both Harry and Henry turned to face the speaker, forgetting the question.
First, introducing herself as Professor McGonagoll, head of the Gryffindor house, the lady continued by explaining how the sorting would work. After a snappy speech, she let the audience watch and listen in awe as the Sorting Hat began its song.
Henry found himself stunned to silence, as he witnessed the old, worn hat sing a long, beautiful song explaining the qualities of each of the four houses, and sorting students into them without so much as a single thought. Amazing, he thought. None of the hats at home could do that!
Henry watched as his new 'friends', and Dean were sorted into Gryffindor, while Draco was sorted into Slytherin. Praying to be with his friends, Henry soon found himself sitting on the stool, with the hat on his head.
He nearly jumped, as the hat spoke in his ear. "You have a strange mind, Henry. I don't know whether I should sort you, or alert the heads. You seem to be developing a liking towards that boy named Ron. Unless you're gay, I would say you're not a boy."
Henry fell from the stool. His ears glowed, as the hall erupted with laughter.
"No need to be that scared!" he heard someone shout. "The hat won't bite!"
"Yeah!" someone agreed, slapping his knees.
Henry ground his teeth and sat up, trying to ignore the strange looks the professor's shot him.
"Oh well, girl. I will keep your secret. But Dumbledore will find out eventually, you know. He is a clever wizard. And you can't hide forever," the hat paused to take a breath? To think. "Gryffindor!"
Henry winced, as the hat roared the house name. There was some scattered applause, as Henry took a seat next to Dean.
"That was some fall," Dean laughed. "I hope you're feeling okay."
"Don't worry. There's good news for you," Henry turned to see the redhead that had ignored him earlier, now addressing him. "They're showing us the common rooms now, and then where we'll be sleeping. If you decide to have a sudden fall, I promise to slip some pillows beneath you!"
Henry pouted.
"By the way, my name's Ron."
"Were you talking to me?" Henry sniffed, as he turned to face the sneering expression of a skinny, blonde-haired boy.
"Yes," the boy drawled. "I was talking to you."
"I am Henry Granger, pleased to-" Henry quickly decided that he was not pleased to meet this rude male, and paused mid-sentence.
"Meet you," the boy finished for him. "Never heard of you. My father works for the Ministry and he's never mentioned that name before. Granger, huh?"
Henry wondered what business was it of the boy's to care about his background. "And who might you be?"
"Draco. Draco Malfoy, and you should be pleased to meet me," he flashed a smile at Henry, which sent shivers down his spine. "I hope you do not associate with people like those-" he paused briefly to point at a gangly redhead and the black-haired boy whom Dean had spoken to earlier, who were standing a few feet away from them. "Because if you do, I highly doubt we will ever become more than mere classmates."
Henry let out a snort of disgust, and backed away from Malfoy. Malfoy took a few steps forward at the retreat, but stopped as he noted that Henry was walking in Ron and Harry's direction. He sighed, and turned from the sight. People were so unappreciative these days, he thought.
Henry loathed it when people took it upon themselves to make decisions for him, so he decided to try and make friends with the redhead, and well, the scarred kid. He quickened his pace, as an old lady began leading them into the Great Hall. "Hey!" he managed to say, as he tripped along.
The boy turned and gave Henry an odd look. "Um, hi." He turned away, as his friend recaptured his attention.
Henry noted that it was, again, the boy with the messy black hair. He poked him on the shoulder. "Hi," he smiled.
"Hi," the boy said uncertainly. He felt Henry's eyes roam to his forehead, and in a desperate attempt, pulled his hair over his scar. "Who are you?"
"Oh, I'm Henry Granger!" Henry grinned, relieved that he had finally gotten some kind of a result. "You?"
"I'm Harry Potter," Harry seemed to have a question on his mind as he introduced himself. He didn't gasp yet, he thought. That was strange. "Are you a-"
Harry closed his mouth, as one of the professors spoke up. Both Harry and Henry turned to face the speaker, forgetting the question.
First, introducing herself as Professor McGonagoll, head of the Gryffindor house, the lady continued by explaining how the sorting would work. After a snappy speech, she let the audience watch and listen in awe as the Sorting Hat began its song.
Henry found himself stunned to silence, as he witnessed the old, worn hat sing a long, beautiful song explaining the qualities of each of the four houses, and sorting students into them without so much as a single thought. Amazing, he thought. None of the hats at home could do that!
Henry watched as his new 'friends', and Dean were sorted into Gryffindor, while Draco was sorted into Slytherin. Praying to be with his friends, Henry soon found himself sitting on the stool, with the hat on his head.
He nearly jumped, as the hat spoke in his ear. "You have a strange mind, Henry. I don't know whether I should sort you, or alert the heads. You seem to be developing a liking towards that boy named Ron. Unless you're gay, I would say you're not a boy."
Henry fell from the stool. His ears glowed, as the hall erupted with laughter.
"No need to be that scared!" he heard someone shout. "The hat won't bite!"
"Yeah!" someone agreed, slapping his knees.
Henry ground his teeth and sat up, trying to ignore the strange looks the professor's shot him.
"Oh well, girl. I will keep your secret. But Dumbledore will find out eventually, you know. He is a clever wizard. And you can't hide forever," the hat paused to take a breath? To think. "Gryffindor!"
Henry winced, as the hat roared the house name. There was some scattered applause, as Henry took a seat next to Dean.
"That was some fall," Dean laughed. "I hope you're feeling okay."
"Don't worry. There's good news for you," Henry turned to see the redhead that had ignored him earlier, now addressing him. "They're showing us the common rooms now, and then where we'll be sleeping. If you decide to have a sudden fall, I promise to slip some pillows beneath you!"
Henry pouted.
"By the way, my name's Ron."