September 1, 1991

An 11-year-old Harry Potter walked through the Great Hall doors along with his new schoolmates. His eyes widened sizeably, taking in the great sight that was the Hogwarts Great Hall. As his professors talked on and on, he admired the ceiling. It looked like the sky, with a considerable amount of stars.

'Way more stars than outside my window.' He thought aimlessly.

He took notice of his best friend, Daphne. Her hand was gripping his quite fiercely, as she was nervous. She had confided in him earlier her doubts and fears about not living up to the family name and being a terrible heiress.

Him being her best friend comforted her and assured her she could never be a terrible anything. He felt a warm tingly feeling when she had hugged him then.

"You're the best friend I could ever have Harry!" She had whispered earlier while having her arms around his neck in a tight embrace.

As he finished up his thought, Daphne's hand let go of his gently and stepped forward

'Her name is probably being called.' He thought.

He concentrated his attention at his friend who was sitting atop a stool with a tattered hat on her head.

"SLYTHERIN!"

She smiled brightly at him, her robes now sporting a green and silver tie before walking calmly to the Slytherin table and sitting down.

A few sortings later a name stood out to him.

"Malfoy Draco."

His eyebrows raised.

'The Malfoy boy, interesting. I'll need to ally with him.'

"SLYTHERIN!"

The Malfoy boy smirked and strutted over to the Slytherin table.

A few more names later his name was called.

"Potter, Harry?" McGonagall asked in confusion, obviously not expecting anyone to step out.

'1...2...3'

As McGonagall was about to read the next name, Harry stepped up and calmly walked to the hat.

On his way to the aged stool, he heard various murmurs circulating his existence.

He turned his focus on a set of twins conversation.

"Did you know Adam had a brother?"

"He's probably lying Gred."

"Wanna bet Forge? Five galleons on Hufflepuff, s' where all the rejects go anyhow."

"You're on!"

He rolled his eyes. He'd be going to Slytherin anyways.

He sat on the stool and put the vintage hat on.

He heard a little voice in his mind.

'eh', what's this? A Potter? Haven't sorted one of you lot in years!'

Harry felt a strong push easily push his occlumency shields aside as if mere flimsy paper.

'Ah, very smart! Ravens could benefit from you I'm sure! You're loyal, but only to those you trust, and you don't trust easily! Puffs would love you! As for Gryffindor, err...You're not one to rush headstrong into dangerous situations like the lot o' Lions here! The first Potter I won't sort into Gryffindor! What a relief! Your wit and cunning are almost unmatchable! Circe almighty, You remind me of Salzar himself! Better be,'

"SLYTHERIN!"

The whole hall went abruptly quiet.

Harry, being pleased with the result walked over to the Slytherin table and sat next to Daphne and a weird redhead named Tracey Davis talking about magical auras and power.

Next thing he knew, the meal was over, Dumbledore gave his speech, and he was asleep in the Slytherin dorms.

HEY GUYS! My story is officially on hiatus as of now! I'm so sorry but I wanted to give a parting gift. I'll be back in a week or so. Please don't give up on this!

Q: Does this chapter's writing feel more mature? or less abrupt like someone reviewed? I hope you guys like this chapter! I tried my best and tried to take what u guys said into account. This is a flashback! Enjoy! 333