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"Books! And cleverness! There are more important things – friendship and bravery."

CHAPTER EIGHT

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Draco was blabbering. He was worried, it seemed that he was sure he would end up in Slytherin and he wasn't sure as to whether his parents would find it acceptable that he had landed himself in 'Vipertooth'. One second he would say that his parents wanted him to be a Slytherin and NOTHING else, yet the other second he would be saying that his parents would be proud of him for gaining a position in a new house and that he could possibly mould the future.

Harry really wasn't paying attention. Well no, he was paying attention, but not to Draco, rather he was paying attention to how the other four houses had been asked to leave by the headmaster yet he and his house remained where they were. The headmaster flanked by Professor McGonagall and a tall man with sleek, greasy black hair and a large crooked nose, was heading towards them. By this time all the students in the house had turned around to look at him. From what Harry had gathered, the names of the students sharing a house with him were Draco, Aquila Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Athim Babineaux, Ryouichi Kazuki Sato, Shannon Burton and Daphne Greengrass.

Dumbledore is nearly at their table now. And when he reaches them he instantly lifts his hand into the air as if to stop oncoming questions. Which sincerely disappointed Draco, who was raring to ask questions, it seemed like Hermione Granger wanted to as well.

"Students, I'm sure you want to ask questions. This is something new after all, but for now I do not believe I have the answers to satisfy you. I am certain everything will be sorted out over time, but the serious matter right now is of where you will sleep. The serious matter is that of your Dorm Room." Said Dumbledore, stopping for a breath. But in a way that couldn't have been coincidence, he started to talk before Draco could ask his question. "The sorting hat has informed me that it is aware of the location of your Dorm Room and has made me aware of its location. I'm sure all of you have questions, I know that...but I will have Mr. Snape here lead you to your Dorm Room, for I can't do it myself, I am terribly tired, an old man like me needs his sleep. And I believe my socks should be dry by now, I never liked drying them with magic. Until tomorrow...until tomorrow, House Vipertooth."

With that said, Dumbledore turned on his heel and left, followed by McGonagall. But the greasy haired professor remained. He was glaring at them, almost as if they were leeching off of his life. Without a word he turned, and all ten students of Vipertooth walked behind him. Making sure to be quiet with their walking, they didn't want to anger him after all. Except Draco, Draco was almost deliberately stomping, yet Snape did nothing.

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The ten students had now been led across through many a corridor, and through many passages. Until they arrived at a painting, not a moving one alike what was found in other locations of the castle. This painting was of a great, lumbering dragon. A beast full of power, it stood upon a large hill breathing fire out into the sky.

The painting was placed on a flat brick wall, barren of everything but the painting. Harry wondered how this was an entrance to a Dorm Room, maybe the painting was a door.

"You must simply place your hand on the painting for the Dorm to open, a pathetic door to a Dorm Room. Now do it, I have not the time to stand here waiting for you fools to stop admiring a pointless painting." Spat Snape. He looked quite disgusted and frustrated. Not one student there wanted to keep him any longer. So the closest to the painting, Athim Babineaux, rushed forward and placed his hand on the painting.

Out of a sudden, the before still photo started to move, the dragon's fire started to waver and float in the air, the great beast's chest rose up and down and the clouds high in the sky of the painting moved. Yet the most unusual thing was the before red fire, turned suddenly blue. But what happened next was even more shocking.

From the ground right under the painting, where Athim was standing. There was a loud rumble and shake and suddenly Athim had fallen through the floor. Right through it. Then once more the dragon's fire turned red and the painting turned still.

"An even more pathetic entrance. Those that aren't intelligent enough to know what to do will leave and those that do will be shocked out of their wits. Fools, I will leave you to decipher the entrance for yourselves." The professor says and then he to turns on his heel and slowly walks away.

No one says a word, every one being quite shocked at what had just happened and at how the greasy haired professor had left them there, until the Granger girl stepped forward, she stepped to where Athim had been standing, stomped on the ground a few times, and then with a smile on her face she too placed her hand on the painting and fell through the ground.

The reaction was instantaneous, it was almost like everyone had understood what it was now. What a smart girl to understand how without needing an example. Next went Daphne Greengrass, then Neville, then Ryouichi. All until only Draco and Harry remained.

"Well Harry, you go first, I want to be the last to die if that is just a hole to our untimely death." Says Draco with a completely straight face.

Harry smirks, then smiles, then within seconds he's laughing on the floor. He had to admit, Draco was a funny person. After around a minute Harry got back up to look at Draco who still stood completely straight faced and not a step from where he was standing a minute ago.

"I wasn't joking Harry." He says, once more with a straight face. But within seconds, Draco too starts to laugh hysterically. Along with Harry who was chuckling. When Draco and Harry finally calmed themselves down, both looked at each other. And then both of them realised just what was about to happen, and they jumped. For each other. Draco was trying to push Harry into the painting while Harry did the same, but eventually Draco overpowered Harry and shoved him into the conceding defeat, placed his hand on the photo and dropped through the ground. Draco close on his heels.

They both landed on a mattress, no not a mattress, more like a trampoline. A magical one. As soon as they had gained their bearings and balance they looked up and how happy they were that they did, for it was beautiful. Truly beautiful...

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Severus Snape was walking away from the foolish little children and he had just turned a corner. Out of sight of the children. Instead of continuing walking, he stood still as a statue. Listening to hear how the children were doing, it was complete silence for a few minutes and then he heard two boys talking. His godson Draco and the dratted boy...Harry Potter. Harry James Potter. He sounded just like him, looked just like him, he was just like him. Why would Draco choose to associate himself with a disgusting fool like that. He would be having a talk to his young godson soon about that. They were still talking and then the boy burst out in streams of laughter. They talked once more. Then laughter again. Then silence. They had both left, down the hole, into their Dorm.

Then Snape turned back and walked towards the painting. Towards the entrance to the Vipertooth Dorm. Towards the dragon. It was unmoving, still. The fire was red. Snape had understood instantly, The blue fire must mean acceptance into the Dorm and red must mean that the painting was dormant. Snape had to admit, if only to himself, it was an ingenious entrance to a Dorm. And now he himself was about to enter.

He walked towards it with his hand out and placed it onto the painting, but the painting did something different, instead of the Dragon continuing to breathe fire into the air it turned and while it turned the fire started to turn black. Obsidian black and then with a final puff the black fire covered the whole painting until it was like looking into nothing. And that was all Snape remembered as he fell, stunned to the ground.

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The Dragon stood proud and tall once more. And again the fire turned to red and the painting turned still, and the fire blew into the air.

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A/N: Thank you for reading, as always it would mean a lot if you dropped a review, what did you think? I am aware that this is a considerably shorter chapter than usual but hey ho, it's a few day's early. Chapter Nine will probably be up this Friday. I'm aware I've added a few new characters, they will be explained in the next chapter. Each and every one of them. Alright, until the next chapter.

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