Harry Potter

Secret's Revealed

By Morbid-Ice-Child

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Harry Potter. -Sobs.-

Authors Note: Oh yes, just a little bit of a warning. MAJOR Ron bashing in this chapter. xD

Chapter three -The Sorting.

Harry sighed as he twirled a strand of hair in between his index and middle finger, frowning a bit as he stared out of the window of the moving train. They were on the train, on their way back to Hogwarts. They'd be starting their sixth year, second last year to be more specific. Harry wanted to have a little chat with Dumbledore this year, if the old man thought that he was going to be manipulating Harry again this year, he was mistaken. God knows what he had in store for the poor teenaged boy this time. He was only 16, and deserved to have a life just like everyone else. Unfortunately, there was Voldemort to consider as well. Just thinking about the evil lord, Harry shuddered. He couldn't be his father, it was just impossible. The two of them didn't even look alike in any way, shape, or form! None of this made sense in Harry's mind. How could he of not known that Voldemort was his biological father? Everyone even thought that Harry looked like James Potter. There was just no evidence, that he was Voldemort's son. It was to hard to believe. And if he WAS Voldemort's son, it still didn't explain the fact that his so-called father had tried to kill him more then just once, and a couple of times more then he would've liked. He almost killed him when he was just very little. Damn, he killed his mother and who he thought had been his father up until now! Why would he do that, unless he found out that Lily Evans had gotten pregnant when he raped her, and decided that he didn't want them living. Didn't want an heir. But that didn't sound like Voldemort at all. He was surprised at first when he found that piece of paper, and drew those conclusions. But now, now he was just confused.

"Harry?" An almost timid voice said, snapping the said boy out of his thoughts. His emerald green eyes raised to be met with a pair of worried chocolate brown ones and he smiled reassuringly at Hermione.

"I'm okay. I was just thinking about... Well. Things." Harry said, having almost released his own little secret about Voldemort being his father. He didn't even want to think about it anymore. The train was almost at Hogwarts, and it began to slow down near the train station. He could hear all of the first years scurrying to get out of the train first, and be met with the giant Hagrid. Harry shot a small grin toward Hermione, as they both stood up from their seats inside of the compartment, and threw on their robes, before making their way out of the train. Harry said a quick hello to Hagrid, as did Hermione, before they both went off to find a carriage which would bring them to the one place that Harry had ever called home. Hogwarts.

Before Harry followed Hermione into the carriage, he went up to the front of it, and smiled at the skeleton like form of a horse like creature. A thestral. He could always see them, ever since his third year when he first realized that they were what pulled the carriages. Only those that had witnessed a death, could see the animals that were used to pull the carriges as if they were under some magical spell. He petted the thestral lightly on the head, shivering a bit at the feel of the skin and bone that was the only thing holding the thestral together. He then backed away, smiled at it, before making his way into the carriage to sit next to Hermione. They were the only two in the carriage itself, and that suited Harry just fine. He didn't want to talk, or see anyone else right now until they got into the school and were resorted into Slytherin. They knew they were going to get into that house, as they weren't planning on arguing with the hat this time. They were going to let it put them wherever it deemed fit. Harry already knew for sure that he was going to get resorted into Slytherin, he was never a true Gryffindor, nor did he try and act the part. Aside from his normal brave behaviour, he was anything but a Gryffindor and belonged in the Slytherin house whether Dumbledore or anyone else liked it or not. For all he knew, and he knew a lot, everyone was going to think that he's joined the dark side and was now on Voldemort's side in the war. They all were going to think they were doomed or something ridiculous like that. Then again, they might very well be on their own as he wasn't sure what he wanted to do about Voldemort now that he found out that the old git was his father. He also didn't know who to talk to about it. He was going to tell Hermione later that evening about it, when the time was right, but for now he thought about just leaving it alone.

The carriage brought the two passengers up to the front of the school, where they had finally reached after only 15 minutes of riding within it. Hermione and Harry both got out and they walked together up to the castle, where they entered threw the big doors that followed into the entrance of the school. They followed everyone else as they made their way to the Great Hall, and they both took a seat at the Gryffindor table for now, ignoring the stares that they both got at their new attire.

Harry was wearing a pair of baggy black pants, that clung to his waist and didn't slip down like they usually would. The legs of them were baggy, whereas the back of them clung to his nice arse. The shirt he was wearing was actually very tight fitting on him, and was a deep green shade. It showed off the muscles that he had gotten through years of doing work at the Durselys, and by playing Quidditch. He also wore the choker with the snake charm on it around his neck. The stud in his ear showed clearly, and he played around with his tongue ring. His black robe hung loosely off of his shoulders, wide open. He didn't bother to put on anymore of his uniform then nescessary, as he really didn't care. Nor did Hermione though, as she was wearing a loose fitting tank-top that was a beige shade, and she was also wearing a black skirt that had small silver snakes lining the sides of it. She was wearing her robe, and left it the same as Harry; wide open. Her straightened brown, red streaked hair was tied up into a pony-tail, which was a good look for her. She had only faint traces of makeup on her pale complextion, and looked completely different. Ron seemed to think so to, as he walked into the great hall and stared toward Hermione, gapping openly.

"Bloody hell, what have you two done to yourselves?" Ron screetched, catching the attention of the students filing into the great hall still.

Harry and Hermione both glanced over at the red head, who hadn't changed at all. Still wearing second hand garbs, and other disgusting looking clothing that was normal for the Weasley to wear. Harry snorted, and decided to answer him calmly, "What do you mean?" He decided to play dumb, and Hermione caught on quickly, casting Ron the funniest look ever. She looked so innocent, that it almost made Harry keel over laughing there. Hermione, the new one at least, was anything but innocent. Damn, she was never innocent.

Ron glared toward the two, and motioned toward their clothing, raising an eyebrow which made him look all the more stupider, "Your clothes. What the hell are you wearing?" His patience with his two friends seemed to wavor slightly.

Hermione snorted, like Harry had just moments ago, and spoke in a voice that was laced with venom, "What are we wearing? We are wearing clothing, Weasley. Unlike yourself. You look like you picked your clothing out of a dumpster." It was true, he really did look like he had gotten his things from a dumpster, hand-picked.

Ron's eyes went comically wide at this, and he glared daggers toward Hermione who was smiling sweetly toward him, "What the hell? What is wrong with you two? I don't like your new attitudes." He said this, frowning toward the two, looking positively confused and outraged at the comment that was directed toward his clothing.

Harry decided to answer this time, as he stared silently toward Ron, "We've decided that we don't want you hanging around with us anymore. After being resorted, me and Hermione are planning on starting over.. Without you. So, you can go away, and hang around with your new friends and your little girlfriend. Where is the wench anyway? And how much did you actually have to pay her to get her to be with you? Or sleep with you, if she's even had the guts to do that yet?" Harry said, in a cold tone that was laced with hatred for his so-called best friend. He had other reasons, other then the fact that the Weasley had ditched himself and Hermione, to hate him.

Hermione was trying not to laugh, and some of the people around the table that they were sitted at were staring at Harry in absolute shock. But not in as much shock as Ron, who's face had turned a nice red shade, almost the shade of his flamming red hair as he stared toward Harry with wide eyes, sputtering out incoherent words. Harry raised an eyebrow toward the Weasley, a small smile twitching at the corner of his lips. He then licked his lips, showing off the tongue ring, before he moved his eyes back to Hermione and grinned toward her. He had managed to leave Ron completely speechless, and the said boy was now moving down the other side of the table to sit with some of the other students that were in the Gryffindor house. Hermione couldn't hold it in any longer, she burst into laughter. Ron's face couldn't of gone any redder with embarassment.

As someone cleared their throat, the hall went quiet. All eyes turned to look toward the old man that stood up at the front of the room, taking his twinkling blue eyes to scan around the room with a small smile as he stared over at everyone, "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. And welcome to the first years. Before the feast begins, new changes will be happening. Our 5th, 6th, and 7th years will be re-sorted into different houses this year. So, if we can get started. Will all of those in their 5th year, please come up here."

A bunch of people followed suit as they went up to the front of the room, fidgeting in an almost nervous way. They were all sorted into their respective houses, most of them going back into the houses that they were set in previously.

Dumbledore nodded his head in approval, before he spoke once more, "Now then, all of the 6th years please come up here." Hermione and Harry spared each other a glance, before they stood up from their seats and made their way to the front of the room. They stood their silently, until one of their names were called. Ron stood nearby, with his arms around a strange looking girl that they'd never seen before. She wasn't horrible looking, but she wasn't exactly good looking either. She wore glasses, had her red hair up in a ponytail, and had hazel colored eyes.

"Alexia Turner!"

The girl that was wrapped in Ron's arms glanced up before walking to the front of the room and sat down on the stool, fidgeting in a nervous way as the hat was placed upon her head. Only a few seconds later, the hat screamed out, "Gryffindor!"

The girl, Alexia, grinned and blew Ron a kiss before going to sit at the Gryffindor table. Hermione and Harry fake gagged, smirking at each other.

"Ronald Weasley!"

Ron stood up and went to the stool, sitting himself down. And, go figure, before the hat was even placed upon his head, the hat screamed out, "Gryffindor!" Cheers came from the Gryffindor table as he made his way back over to it, sitting himself down next to his girlfriend.

Hermione and Harry rolled their eyes, and waited through a few more of the people that were called.

"Hermione Granger!"

Hermione glanced at Harry and they both crossed their fingers. She went up to the front of the room, turned around and sat herself on the stool. She heard the voice of the old looking hat in her head almost immediately, "Ah, I see we meet again Miss Granger. Now, are you going to allow me to put you in your respected house this time, or must you pick a house that you want to go into?"

Hermione smirked slightly, and shook her head gently, making sure not to knock the hat off, "Go ahead and put me in the house I belong in."

The hat 'hmm'd' and then screamed out, "Slytherin!"

The gasps were heard all around the room, as Hermione grinned over at Harry who grinned back, and she made her way slowly toward the Slytherin table, knowing that Harry was next to be resorted. Whispers followed her as she took a seat at the end of the table, away from the other Slytherins who were staring at her with pure shock written all over their faces. The whispering ceased as the next name was called.

"Harry Potter!"

Harry walked silently up to the front of the room and sat himself down on the stool, staring around the room with his piercing green gaze, his eyebrows furrowing some. He blinked as he heard the voice in his head, "Well then Mister Potter, hopefully you're going to be as nice as Granger and allow me to place you in the right house."

Harry only nodded his head in response, as the hat screamed out the name of the house that he was to reside within, "Slytherin!"

Harry smirked as he heard all of the gasps followed by constant whispering that went around after. He stood up from the stool and made his way to the Slytherin table, running his tongue along his lips. The cool feel of metal against his flesh making him smile as he then sat beside Hermione. The whispering continued, things being said such as, "He's turned dark!" and "He's in League with you-know-who!" and other meaningless and stupid little comments.

Both Hermione and harry glanced up at the head table, only to see Dumbledore staring toward his 'golden boy' in obvious shock a bit more apprehension. Harry narrowed his eyes slightly toward the old man, and he noticed that the twinkle that once resided in the headmasters eyes were gone at the moment. He shrugged and yawned boredly, placing a hand over his mouth as the whispering and staring continued on, most of the rooms gaze upon him. He glanced to the side to look at the rest of the house, seeing that one persons eyes were on him. One persons eyes that he didn't mind so much that the boy they belonged to were watching him with a small glare. Hermione saw him glance to the side, and she looked over as well, smirking as she saw Draco Malfoy staring intently toward Harry who stared straight back. She shook her head, and elbowed Harry in the side making him glance over at her with a raised eyebrow. The whispering quieted down and the stares that were once upon him moved to look toward Dumbledore instead, who stood up after everyone was sorted, "Well then, let the feast begin." He waved a hand, and food appeared on the tables like every other year.

Hermione didn't wait before she dug into the food, picking up bits of meat and other things and putting them on her plate. She started eatting, and nudged Harry in the side once more who had his green gaze over at Draco Malfoy once again. He blinked out of the slight daze that he had allowed himself to get in, before looking at Hermione and getting his food, placing it on top of his plate. He then dug in as well, eatting everything. He needed the strength for when Hermione and himself were to make their way to the Slytherin common room. Oh boy, was that going to be fun. Hopefully they were more excepting of them then they thought that the Slytherin's were going to be. But, knowing his luck. They were in for a rough night.

Sorry to end it there, but I'm tired. Well, my fingers are tired of typing, anyway. Lol. Please review! I want at least 5 before I get the next chapter up!

Oh yes, and I'm sorry if there are any mistakes in this chapter. Don't bother pointing them out, as I already know that there may be some. And if I don't get at least 5 reviews on this chapter, I'm not going to bother continuing with the story. Just a warning!