"Today we have been in school for two weeks. When I say so, you may move to your old house and receive your schedule. Go!" Dumbledore said at breakfast two weeks after the experimental sorting had happened. There was rustling throughout the hall as students moved back to be with their old friends. Nobody stayed where they were, except-
"Where is Harry? Did he sit down on the other end of the table?" Ron asked Hermione. She looked around, but couldn't see him. She glanced over at the Slytherin table and gasped.
"What?" Ron asked spinning around to look at the Slytherins. Harry was still there, talking with his new friends. He looked really happy. Ron nudged Ginny who turned to stare. In less then a minute, every pupil and teacher had their eyes on Harry.
"Why is everyone staring at you?" Draco asked him. Harry shrugged.
"I guess that they're shocked that I haven't moved back to Gryffindor." Draco smiled.
"You're sure you want to stay?" Harry glared at him.
"Sure? I'm positive!" Harry ate a muffin greedily. Everyone was still staring at him as if he had four heads. Harry had had enough. He stood on top of the Slytherin table and spoke to the near silent hall.
"Why are you all staring at me? Because I have decided to stay in Slytherin? That's just stupid because it's my choice. No matter what house I'm in, I am still the same person. I'm sick of all this hatred. You can be the most popular kid but if you talk to a Slytherin, then everyone hates you. So just stop it. I would rather be in Slytherin then Gryffindor. I know that sounds unbelievable, but it's true. I don't care what you think of me. I know where I belong and who my real friends are. I just wish I had listened to the sorting hat in my first year, because it told me I would do well in Slytherin. Then I wouldn't be in this mess."
Harry finished his speech and jumped off of the table. As he walked out of the door, he heard the Slytherins clap for him. Everyone else was to stunned to do anything. He heard someone run after him and turned to see Draco, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, and Millicent chasing after him. They all hugged him and he smiled at them.
"I can't believe you just said that to the entire school," Draco said grinning back at Harry.
"Yeah, you should have seen the look on Dumbledore's face. He didn't know what had hit him," Pansy added. By now, the group had attracted quite a lot of attention from the other students.
"So it's true? Famous Harry Potter is going to be a Slytherin?" Someone said and smirked. Harry saw Ron turning away from him after saying this. Before anyone could stop him, Harry turned to look at the boy. He didn't want to permanently hurt or kill him. Harry raised his right hand and Ron fell over.
"What happened here?" McGonagall asked running over to the unconscious Ron. She turned to face Harry.
"Nothing. I only raised my hand." Harry raised his left hand and fought himself to remain calm.
"Detention, potter! This is an illegal curse where the victim is unconscious for three months if not treated immediately. Come to my office now!" Flitwick took Ron and Harry followed McGonagall to her office. Draco followed wearing the invisibility cloak Harry had slipped to him as he walked by.
"Where did you learn this?" she asked sharply. "It is far beyond NEWT level. It's as hard to do as an animagus transformation. Even harder. I have never even met a person who could perform this accurately!"
"I read it in a book," Harry answered simply. McGonagall shook her head and asked Harry to go to Dumbledore. He shrugged and went to find the old man who already knew everything that had happened.
"What book was this?" he asked Harry. Harry replied that he couldn't remember. Dumbledore looked into the green eyes of the boy and tried to read his mind. To his great surprise, Harry blocked him easily.
"When did you learn this? Who taught you?" Dumbledore asked.
"I learned it by myself recently." It was partly true.
"I don't know what is happening, but it matters not. You are a good boy, Harry. I just can't see why you would want to stay in Slytherin. You have not a drop of bad blood in you, Harry. Go back to Gryffindor. Your loyalties and friends await you there."
"Yes, professor," Harry said and he stood up to leave. He was going to go to Gryffindor, but never would he stay.
"Harry! You're back!" Hermione said running to him.
"Get of me, you filthy mudblood." Hermione looked at him, completely shocked. Her eyes widened, but Ginny's narrowed.
"It's nice to have you back, Harry," Ginny said.
"I'm not staying here." Harry laughed. "Didn't you hear me this morning? I belong in Slytherin."
"About that, um, what happened in your first year with the sorting hat?" Hermione asked nervously.
"It said I belonged in Slytherin, but I begged it to put me in Gryffindor. Okay?" Harry said irritably.
"Okay."
"Well, I came here to tell you that if either of you, or Ron, ever come near me again, then you will be in so much pain you'll wish you were never born." Ginny snorted and Harry silently said, 'Crucio,' Ginny wiggled in pain for a minute before Harry lifted the curse and turned around on his heal.
"Ginny! Are you okay?" Hermione asked frantically. Ginny was crying.
"That hurt so much! I can only imagine what it would be like if it was on for a while."
"If what was on for a while?"
"That was an unforgivable curse, Hermione!"
"Wow. Harry is turning to the Dark Side. He placed at unforgivable curse on you and he did it silently. We don't learn that until sixth year! And it is really hard apparently. Especially for a curse."
"Hermione, something is wrong with Harry. I think it might be too late, but it's worth getting hit with that curse again if it means having Harry as our friend again."
"Alright."
"Is the plan ready?" Draco asked Harry.
"Yup. Good-bye mudbloods. I can't wait until we are out of Hogwarts. In three years, I can become the next Dark Lord."
"What is his problem?" Ron asked Ginny and Hermione in the Hospital Wing. He had been treated immediately, and was wide awake and talking to one of his best friends and his younger sister.
"We don't know Ron," Ginny said honestly.
"But to use the Crutiatus Curse on you! You don't think that he's under some kind of spell do you?" Ron asked suddenly.
"It's a possibility," Hermione said, though she sounded doubtful.