A/N: Yes, this is a surprise update for you guys. I am so amazed of the number of follows, favorites, and reviews that the last chapter had ignited. As a reward and a celebratory chapter for my birthday yesterday, I am updating far more earlier than expected. Thank you all so much for all of your perfect selves. Please enjoy another chapter of WD.
Disclaimer: Everything you recognize belongs to the amazing JK Rowling.
Severus Snape wore an expression of grimness.
This year, the oh-so famous and wonderful Boy-Who-Lived was to be coming to Hogwarts. That was the only thing everyone was talking and uselessly gossiping about and it did not amuse Severus in the slightest.
Finally, McGonagall appeared through the doors leading the parade of First Years who was looking around in the usual awe and wonder.
They crowded the front of the Great Hall, both students and teachers quieting for the Sorting Ceremony.
The names began, Severus noticing he had gained five new Slytherins already, including the Malfoy Heir and the Nott boy.
"Potter, Damon."
Severus narrowed his eyes as the Boy-Who-Lived moved to the front of the Hall, the First Years parting a path for him like he was some type of king and they were his subjects.
Revolting.
Damon Potter had the reddish-brown hair color of his father and light brown eyes, his face a mix of James' and Lily's although he leaned more towards James' looks. He was relatively tall for his age and broad boned.
After a second of the Hat being placed on his head, it immediately called out,"Gryffindor!"
A relieved smile appeared on Potter's face as the Great Hall roared with applause, especially from the Gryffindor table.
Quieting down, a frown pulled at McGonagall's features before she called out the next name.
"Potter, Harry."
Severus froze in his seat, his reflective blue-black eyes focusing on the apparent twin brother of the Boy-Who-Lived.
There was another one?
Harry Potter looked the exact opposite of his brother, down to the very last feature.
He had soft, ebony hair that came to his mid-back, as silky and fine as Severus's own. His eyes was a green clearer and sharper than Lily's ever was, taking in the room with an intelligence that was almost eerie. He was made up of all narrow and slim bones. Although he was on the shorter side, his legs were significantly long.
Harry Potter's facial structure looked nothing like James's or Lily's, his features sharp and fine-boned. He walked graceful and deliberate, as if calculating his every step.
All in all, he looked like a born-and-raised pureblood Heir, the dream of every pureblood father.
Harry Potter took a seat on the worn and aged stool, shooting a distrustful glance towards McGonagall. Hm.
As she placed the Hat on top of his head, Potter froze, then slowly relaxed.
Interesting. He doesn't like being touched.
The moments turned into minutes, then several minutes. It seemed like the whole Hall was holding its breath.
Harry Potter's eyes opened once again and a successful smirk appeared on his lips as the Hat called out one definitive answer.
"Slytherin."
Severus's eyes widened and his jaw was in danger of falling open.
Bloody hell.
Harry took a seat in between a devilishly smirking Draco and an openly grinning Theo, the Hall silent.
With clear effort, McGonagall forced herself to continue the list of names, a slight shake in her voice as if she herself was shaken.
As Harry stole a look over to the Gryffindor table, it seemed Damon had gained a large, new posse. Figures.
He met Damon's eyes over the crowd of the Hall, his brown eyes large, surprised, and sad, almost child-like.
Harry looked away as Blaise (who was, of course, Sorted into Slytherin) waved a hand in front of his face, laughing when Harry snapped his gaze back to the table.
"Such a big ordeal that you happened to be Sorted into Slytherin. Even bigger than your brother's Sorting. Quite interesting, isn't it?"
Harry leaned back and gave a smirk,"Because of the greatness of the contradiction. The Boy-Who-Lived, the prince of the Light, has a Dark Slytherin sibling? How shocking."
Harry's voice dripped sarcasm.
Draco rolled his eyes.
"These drama-starved delinquents will have enough gossip for the entire century now the Boy-Who-Lived and his better brother has come to Hogwarts."
Harry felt a rush of warmth at the compliment. He picked up his fork and began to eat.
Feeling full and content, Harry followed the First Years down to the dungeons, the Prefects leading them.
The dank, cold atmosphere enveloped his body, a pleasant coolness all around him.
Reaching a large, stone wall with a statue of a magnificent serpent with jeweled eyes, its body entwined all over the stone, one of the two Prefects turned to them with a mask fixed carefully on her face.
"The password to the common room is loyalty. It will change every month for good measure. If you ever need the new version of the password or just happen to forget it you could either ask a Slytherin Prefect or Professor Snape, the Head of Slytherin House." The girl said, her eyes surveying the silent First Years.
Murmuring the password, the beautiful snake gave a hiss as the stone wall ground open, revealing the entrance. As the last First Year had been admitted, the slab began to close.
For the second time that night, Harry's breath was taken away.
The Slytherin common room was decorated in forest emerald, silver, and black. The furniture was large and comfy-looking but still held the air of elegance in the room.
Instead of the large, main wall that stretched from floor all the way up to the high ceiling there was a window that viewed into Black Lake, the water's color bathing the common room in clear, jade light.
Plush couches, armchairs, and love seats was arranged strategically all about the room, some in groups around tables while others placed in front of the roaring fire.
As the rest of the First Year Slytherins was still taking in the common room, Harry heard near-silent footsteps from behind them, everyone else oblivious.
Harry turned around to find Severus Snape surveying the group with his dark eyes, a blank expression on his face.
Snape and Harry met eyes, his Head of House seeming surprised that Harry had noticed him.
Harry bowed his head, a pureblood custom of deep honor to someone who is important or superior.
"Greetings, Slytherins."
Snape's voice was like silk, a tenor that was flowing and soft.
The rest of the First Years immediately turned to him, astonished that he had snuck up on them so subtly.
Harry rose up from his bow as the room quieted, his attention focused formally on Snape.
"If you do not already know, I am Professor Snape, Slytherin's Head of House and the Potions Master of Hogwarts. You have been Sorted into Slytherin House, an achievement you should honor. Here in Slytherin, I expect the utmost maturity and respect as if you are adults. If you have any sort of tiff or quarrel with another member of this House, you are to both keep it inside the House. To anyone else you must act as the loyal, polite students I expect from Slytherin. We are not careless and unintelligent like two other Houses I could think of. Am I understood?"
Nods were evident in the group.
"Good. If you are in aid of my services for any reason, my private quarters are located at the end of this hall," Snape said, referring to a long hall that separated his rooms from the common room,"and Prefects are always available as well. Lastly, welcome to Slytherin, the most honorable and successful House of Hogwarts."
With that, his speech was finished.
Professor Snape exited the room, his robes billowing after him like heavy, black shadows.
"The right is the girls' dormitory and the left is the boys'. Although the other Houses has the protocal four to a room, Slytherin had some gracious accommodations made from families of Slytherin students so now we have two to a room plus a private bathroom in each," a smirk flitted across the boy's mouth,"and you see, you have indeed been Sorted into the right House, newest snakes."
With that, the Prefect descended into the boys' dormitory.
A piece of parchment appeared next to each dormitory, names appearing in pairs next to a number.
Harry calmly walked to the parchment and searched for his name.
Room #3, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.
Harry raised his eyebrows at that, expecting Theo's name. Interesting.
"I guess we aren't being roomed together," Harry heard Theo say, his voice disappointed.
Harry gave a reassuring smile and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Cheer up, mate. It's only rooming. We'll see each other enough throughout the day."
Theo nodded and gave a shrug, not responding.
"So, Potter, we are room mates after all." A bored voice drawled, causing a smirk to appear on Harry's lips.
He turned to find Draco, his silver eyes hooded, feigning boredom.
"Your excitement is incredible."
Draco raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes.
"Let's go, Potter. Theo, who are you rooming with?"
Theo looked between Draco and Harry, an odd expression on his face.
"Um. Blaise, room number one."
Harry nodded, deciding to decode Theo's expression later.
Everyone descended into their respective dormitories, Pansy and Daphne waving and leaving as well.
The stairs were a glistening ebony marble and the walls were a nice shade of silver. Once they reached the extravagant and large cherry wood doors, Harry saw there was a large plaque on each.
Theodore Nott & Blaise Zabini.
Vincent Crabbe & Gregory Goyle.
Harry Potter & Draco Malfoy.
Draco stole a glance at Harry before opening the door slowly, the lights flickering on automatically.
The moment Harry laid his eyes on the room, he fell in love.
Like the common room, the rooms were done in varying shades of emerald, silver, and black. Two four poster beds adorned the room and another leather couch on the other side.
A floor-to-ceiling window peered out into Black Lake as well, the room bathed in a clear, dark jade. The walls had a pattern of emerald spirals with dark silver in the background and the carpet was thick and fattened, like the memory foam pillows Harry always used to see on Dudley's bed except as carpet.
The beds were about queen sized and raised off the ground. Each bed had a different pattern on the comforter although they matched in a way. The comforters was decorated in deep tones of black and forest green, the pillow cases in snow white and dark grey.
There was a small fireplace in the space towards the front of the room, a fire cracking faintly and giving off a delicious warmth.
Both Harry's and Draco's trunk were placed in front of each bed.
"Now this is what a dorm should be like," Draco simpered, pacing into the room slowly, Harry following suit in wonder.
"You have that right. Salazar, this is nicer than any room at the Potter residence."
Both boys got to work unpacking their trunks into the two dark dressers that sat on the wall next to each bed.
The bathroom was as stunning as their room.
A white, pearly marble made up the counter. Two sinks paced a distance away from each other, the handles in gleaming silver.
One large, almost Jacuzzi tub sat in the large room, a shower connected into it.
Finally, after changing into his pajamas, Harry crawled into bed.
It was like laying on a patch of the most fluffiest and comfortable cloud in the sky.
He pulled the blanket up his body and finally relaxed, sighing satisfyingly.
Draco mimicked him as well, the lights slowly dimming until the room was just the jade of the clear water.
"Good night, Draco."
"Same to you, Harry."
Harry slowly drifted off into the delicious tides of unconsciousness, the first time feeling as if he belonged somewhere that actually appreciates his presence. Wings of warmth unfurled in his chest, Harry giving a small, genuine smile before finally drifting away.
A/N: Thank you so much to all of you once again. :)
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GuardianWitchDemiGhost: You flatter me :) HarryxBlaise is a well possibility although you'll probably not see Harry in any type of romantic relationship for awhile. Thank you again!
Miyako Yukimura: Here's your update :) Yes, the chances of a slash are quite large. Thanks again!
Guest: Thank you! Yes, they are both quite mature for their age due to many factors. :)
adenoid: You have quite an interesting opinion, although it puzzles me why you're reading a Harry Potter fanfiction when you don't seem to think being a witch or wizard is interesting.
Charlie0925: Thank you, and that thought about his love interests has crossed my mind once or twice ;) I guess we'll see. You give me much more praise than I deserve!
QueranAislinn: I originally began this story planning the Damon and Harry to hate each other but I figured that it would be cliche. Thank you so very much! What made James think that Harry is on the road to becoming a Dark wizard (although it is true) is the way Harry acts like a Slytherin. Since James associates anyone that is Slytherin or Slytherin material with Dark wizards, it just clicked that Harry would be one in his head. Thank you again!