Chapter 3
Harry's hands were shaking as he slowly sat on the bench. Professor McGonagall quickly put the sorting hat on his head and that's when he heard its voice. It was the first time Harry heard a hat talk, but with all that was happening these days, he was starting to get used to strange things happening.
"Ohhh... I see a lot of qualities... you are determined, faithfull... courageous. You have something against rules... you don't usually like to follow them. You listen to your heart, instead. You could be in..."
Harry swallowed. He was not sure of which house he wanted to be in. He didn't want to be a bad wizard, so Gryffindor seemed like a good choice, especially since Ron had been sent there. Harry turned to Draco and Livia. On the other hand, Slytherin seemed appealing too.
"You don't know which house you'd like to be in?" Harry heard again in his head.
Surprised, he started wondering if the at could read his thoughts.
"Of course, dear."
Harry took a big breath and thought again about how weird all this was becoming.
"You're confused, aren't you?" he heard a honey voice again.
"Are not you supposed to decide in which house I belong?" Harry thought with a frown.
No other sound came in Harry's head. Instead, he heard it outloud, just like everyone.
"SLYTHERIN!"
No one talked. Silence overtook the place, in opposite than usual. After each hat sorting, everyone would clap, and the students from the student's house were screaming, getting up. But this time, no one dared saying anything.
Harry got up the bench slowly and walked until the Slytherin's table, before to sit down on a free seat. Everyone started to whisper at that time.
"ORDER PLEASE!"
All of the sudden, everyone stopped talking and looked at Dumbledore, Hogwarts' director. He seemed really mad, and upset.
The rest of the sorting went real fast. The athmosphere was heavy after Harry's sorting, and everyone just wanted to eat and go to bed.
Livia switched place and sat next to Harry, with a small smile.
"Why did everyone stayed silent when I got sorted?" Harry asked the only one he trusted enough/
Livia raised her eyebrows and lost half her smile.
"We'll talk about that later, if you want."
Harry looked up at Dumbledore who seemed really upset, like something was out of his control.
The rest of the dinner passed really quick. Harry talked with Livia and Draco a lot, and with some other slytherins. Livia was more and more interesting, and Draco was moreand more stuck-up. He would often mention his dad, which would always make Livia roll her eyes.
Harry was really amused by their behavior and was finally starting to have fun, until he looked at the Gryffindor's table. Ron was in deep conversation with a brown messy haired girl.
Deep down, Harry knew that him and Ron could have had an amazing friendship, but it didn't happen that way, and he thought everything happened for a reason in life.
It was not that bad, at least... he was not alone.