Later on in this chapter you will notice that I didn't follow the exact dialogue of the book. This is mainly due to the fact that I do not wish to quote words already written but to paraphrase.

"Slytherin!" The hat'svoice rang throughout the large Great Hall. The over-sized, brown hat was removed from my head and I then noticed the cheers erupting from the Slytherin table.

Looking around I noticed that none of the other tables were full heartedly clapping as they had done when someone was sorted into Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff. It hardly mattered though. I smirked as I made my way to the table, all the while holding my gaze on the blonde Slytherin boy. By now, he had managed to glance at the person who had been so lucky as to make it into his group. He smirked as well and followed my with his ravenous eyes.

I then took a seat at the table by a group of boys who were beckoning me over to sit with them. One smiled, revealing a row of crooked teeth. He moved a handful of hair from his face before settling down. "The name's Montague. And where have you been our entire life?" He motioned his hands around the table.

"I'm from Salem. My mom couldn't handle me and my rebellious phase, so she sent me to where she thought I would be disciplined into being a perfect little angel. That's why I'm here." I smiled charmingly. "Now tell me about these different houses. Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff."

"Hufflepuff!"

He snickered to his pals beside him and leaned forward. "Well Slytherin is the best house at Hogwarts; Reserved for the cunning and ambitious. We are mostly made up of pure-bloods but somewhere along the road that rubbish hat let in half-bloods and it has gotten worse over the years now that the pure-blood race is running thin. So we all have to stick together and make all blood clean." Montague turned his head slightly and eyed me.

"What about the other houses?"

"Gryffindor!"

"Ravenclaw is as you have probably already heard is for the extremely smart. If you ask me, they are a bunch of party poopers. The only things they do during their days are class and studying. They don't have any fun in their lives. Hufflepuff is for the loyal or for the kids who don't quite fit in. There is nothing special about them except for that one Cedric Diggory kid, and he died last year in the Triwizard Tournament. All because of Harry Potter." Montague sneered at the name, his fist clenching into tight balls.

"Yeah, I heard about that. He's in Gryffindor right? Or at least that's what the Daily Prophet said." I now had my chin resting lightly on my hand.

"Welcome again to Hogwarts, school for wizards and witches!" Everyone hushed as Dumbledore rose to the podium while Montague whispered a promise to continue this conversation in a moment. "As many of you have noticed we have one new face at the table and another familiar face substituting for one of your teachers. This teacher would be Professor Grubblyplank who will be filling in for Rubeus Hagrid while he is away." The woman stood and waved to the Hall where students were clapping. "And for your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we have the Ministry of Magic's Professor Umbridge." A very stout woman clad in a large amount of pink stood and waved. She made small guttural noises as she made her way to where Dumbledore was standing. I raised my eyebrow: this woman had guts.

She then proceeded into a long speech about this and that, everything and nothing, right and left, and everything in-between. With a quick glance around the room, it was evident that everyone other than the Ravenclaw table found watching their fingernails grow than listen to Professor Umbridge's dull speech. I myself wanted to fall asleep on the table in front of me. The only thing more boring than listening to this dialogue was listening to all the times that my mother had yelled at me. Finally, Umbridge stepped down and found her way back to the staff table.

Dumbledore thanked Professor Umbridge for her words and when he too had nothing else to say he exclaimed that it was time for the feast to begin. That was when the table suddenly appeared filled with food. I would have been more amazed had I not been completely starving. I grabbed anything that looked appetizing and began eating before looking back up at Montague. "So what about the Gryffindors?"

Montague took time to sneer before he was engrossed into the conversation again, "Gryffindor is for the courageous. They are Slytherin's mortal enemy and they contain Dumbledore's favorite little pupils. The Golden Trio and other filthy blood traitors, and Mudbloods. They always stir up trouble and we always end up having to pay the price. All because little Harry Potter is close with Dumbledore and everyone pities him."

"Sounds like a case of favorites to me. Now, I do have a few more questions before we leave. First, where do the students stay?"

"In the house's designated common rooms. There, there are two halls leading off into dorms: one for the girls and the other for the boys. However, don't plan on staying there too long tonight. We have a certain Slytherin tradition we like to follow tonight. Next question?"

"When do I know what classes I'm taking?"

"Tomorrow morning at breakfast Professor Snape will give you your classes. Next?"

"Who's that?" I turned my head and pointed to the blonde boy who had caught my attention so much today. He was eating while making jokes to the people around him and they laughed at them even before the punch line.

Montague let out a bark of laughter before leaning in closer, "That's Draco Malfoy. He's our Quidditch team's Seeker. He comes from a completely wealthy family and as you can see from the girls flocking around him that he is a ladies man. Draco Malfoy is the best thing that happened to the Slytherin house. Just watch out, or that snake will bite. In fact, we all do." Montague winked.

"Alright then, I believe that's all I needed to know." I said as the food disappeared and Dumbledore bid everyone goodbye and to have a good term. "Now I just need to learn the password and go to sleep."

"Not so fast." A voice said from behind me. I turned to see Draco and three of his followers standing in the aisle. "There's still a tradition that needs to be uphold." He flung a paper toward my face and I grasped it between to fingers and pulled it out of his pale hand. He winked and turned before saying, "See you later."

I watched him leave while the students around me began to file out of the Great Hall. I glanced down at the paper Draco had given me. Written at the top of it was large letters saying 'Slytherin Annual Term Party' and the rest of the paper gave directions on how to get to a certain room called the Room of Requirement. I smirked at the paper.

I was definitely going to have fun tonight. And my mother and father were no where around to stop me.