A/N- Sorry guys, hopefully I'll remember to update very day, since its March break right now! Thanks for those who liked my story! I love it when people do that! :)
When the boys reached the Great Hall, they reached the crowds of the whole school. The doors had been shut. Worried, Harry pushed his ways to the front, with Draco following, where McGonagall stood waiting.
"Finally, everyone is here." She said, glaring at the boys.
"What's going on, Professor?" Harry wondered. The school was too well protected for something to happen.
"Nothing is going on, Potter. It is just an announcement before you can go into the Great Hall so you find nothing you don't expect." McGonagall replied, then muttering a spell to raise her voice so the hundreds of students could hear her.
"This summer we were considering the issue of the houses. We have found that having you sorted into houses, where you are always against each other created a problem, but we also raised the point that they are like a family, and that is important, so with the help of a student," she said, looking at Malfoy at the last part. Harry wondered what Malfoy's idea had been. Oddly though, he felt like it would be a good one. Malfoy had never been more than a bully, as a kid. "We have sorted you into families of nine or ten, depending on how are numbers worked. When you enter the Great Hall, you will be attracted to one table. Go to that table, and you can find your family. After dinner, there will be a map to your dorm rooms, and common rooms, and everything. You will understand more, as the year goes on. There are also some rules. If your girlfriend or boyfriend is in another family, you will be able to sit with them only if you sign up, and only a certain amount of times a week, and more. The rules will be on your table. Please head in, and have one family member read them."
With that, she opened the doors, heading to the teacher's table. The students didn't move for a moment, until Harry and Malfoy looked at each other, then headed beside each other. As McGonagall had told them, they were pulled to a table. Oddly, Harry and Malfoy were at the same one. They sat at the large round table, waiting for their other family members to join them.
Both boys beamed when Hermione joined them, with Ginny following. Blaise was next, then two terrified looking first years, and three third years.
"This should be interesting." Ginny said, breaking the silence.
"Interesting? This is damn insane." Blaise replied, as they sat down. Blaise and Malfoy next to each other, next the three fourth years, and then the first years. Harry sat between Hermione and Ginny, with Hermione beside Blaise.
"Well… erm… I'll read out the rules." Hermione said. The group nodded, and they all listened to her. Harry couldn't help but notice Malfoy obviously was too busy just staring to actually hear a word Hermione said. It made him smile, knowing that someday his best friend would be in better hands then Ron's. He grabbed Ginny's small hand, and she leaned her head on his shoulder.
"All right, so I suppose we should all introduce ourselves." Ginny said, more pointedly at the younger ones. They all knew who those three were.
The two first years introduced themselves as Driana Smith, and Alex Lawson. The three fourth years were Marcus Dreary, Bex Ellison, and Lissa MacDonald.
The table was so awkward. Hermione and Ginny thought Malfoy and Blaise were their enemies, while Blaise thought the same of Harry and the girls. It stunned everyone when Harry suddenly opened his mouth.
"So Malfoy. How was your summer? Was this actually your idea?"
"Yeah. I kind of figured there had been so much contest and hate, based on which house we were in, and while it worked for thousands of years, it needed a change." Malfoy explained.
"I think that was a good idea. Who knew?" Harry joked. The boys were trying to break the ice, and everyone knew it, but they weren't helping. Finally Harry sighed. "Look guys. We aren't enemies anymore. The war is over. Blaise was just trying to survive, and he fought for us in the battle.
" Malfoy was may have been fighting for the wrong side, but how many times did he help us? He was the one who didn't tell them it was me right away at the Malfoy manor. He didn't kill me right away in the Room of Requirement when he could have. He stayed on our side when he could have left at the very end. That was the past. It's over now, and we are going to look forward, and help repair our world, by forgetting the past." His voice was so firm, that they all couldn't help but nod. You couldn't really deny the Golden boy anything anyways.
"So Potter. How is Lupin and Tonk's kid? I heard you had been named his Godfather?" Malfoy asked politely.
Harry smiled with the pride that only a father could have, Malfoy noted. "He is great. He has the talent of his mother."
"How do you know that already?" Alex wondered.
"Tonks was a metamorphmagus." Hermione explained.
"Really? That's so cool!" Bex exclaimed.
"What's a metamorphmagus?" Driana wondered.
"A Metamorphmagus is someone who can change what they look like with just a thought." Hermione told her the small girl. "It is a talent someone has to be born with."
"Are there a log of metamorphmagus's?"
"No, only a few. Are you a muggleborn?"
The little girl blushed, and even though she wasn't as… well snobby as Hermione had been at that age, it was obvious she would be an almost miniature her.
"How did they pick the families?" Blaise wondered curiously, although he was looking pointedly at Malfoy, who looked down at his food.
"It was somewhat random." He muttered.
"Somewhat?" Harry asked, amused.
"They mixed the houses up, for the older kids." Malfoy glared.
"Well, I for one, think this was a good pairing. It will help us all forget the stupid things we've done lately." Ginny said indigently.
"I agree, Gin." Harry smiled.