Title: Slytherins we will be.
Author: Rayne-N-Blood
Rating: T (to be safe)
Pairing: none
Era: Harry's First Year
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: My take on if the trio had a more Slytherin side. I am not sure if I will cover all seven years. I may use lines directly from the book. No plagiarism intended.
Thanks to: My loyal readers and those who reviewed.
In my story, I will have Harry, Ron and Hermione receiving their letters earlier than in canon. Also I am changing the birthdays of Hermione and Ron. Hermione's new birthday is July 15 and Ron's new birthday is July 23. This change is something important to the story later on.
Reread the first two chapters because they are completely different and you will be confused about the story.
Chapter 3:
The sorting had gone as expected and the three ended up in the same house together. They even ended up the house they had decided on. They felt disappointed and relieved that they would be sorted by a hat instead of some rigorous challenge. It just seem a waste that they spent a good portion of the train ride on strategies.
Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.
"Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we began our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
"Thank you!"
He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Harry, Ron and Hermione didn't know whether to laugh or asked him if he has taken his medicine to day.
"Is he- a bit mad?" said Harry.
"Well all genius are a bit eccentric but if he was truly mad I don't believe he would be allowed around children" stated Hermione but she had a bit of doubt in her voice.
"From what my brothers say he is a very interesting wizard and you never know what to expect" said Ron.
"I just thought he would say something a bit more profound than those silly words" stated Hermione.
"Well in a way those words held meaning. They might be silly but it gets people to thinking of a deeper meaning when there isn't one. It was an added bonus that he said it in a room full of hungry students" stated Harry.
"You do have a point but I wanted more" pouted Hermione a bit.
Conversation ended as the food appeared. The dishes in front of them were now piled with an assortment of food. Hogwarts: A History had stated that the beginning of the year Feast was one of the best. There was several delicious choices: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and for some strange reason, peppermint humbugs.
Unlike the other students Harry, Ron and Hermione didn't pile their plates sky high with food but took small portions making sure to get a healthy dose of vegetables and drink a glass of milk.
Hermione looked up at the head table, she found that she could pick out the teachers from the vague descriptions that Ron gave them earlier. She studied each person at the table. She noticed Hagrid who was talking animatedly with a small stature teacher she figured was Prof. Flitwick. She saw a woman dressed in the strangest outfit with several necklaces and glasses to big for her. She seemed to fit her image of Prof. Trelawney. Scanning over the other teachers, she looked at Dumbledore, who Prof. McGonagall and who she figured was Prof. Snape.
Hermione could see instantly that those three had a strong relationship. It was in the way they spoke to each other down to their movements. She could tell that the relationship seem to be of Dumbledore mentor vibe with them and feel the loyalty and trust shared between the trio.
"Have you three noticed how close the headmaster is with Prof. McGonagall and Prof. Snape" stated Hermione. That caused the duo to look up at the trio, they also noticed it as well.
"Yes, they seem like they are very close" said Ron.
"Did you see the guy in the turban? I met him in the Leaky Cauldron and his is a stuttering mess and appeared to be afraid of his own shadow" said Harry.
"From what I can tell he is to be our D.A.D.A." said Hermione with disappointment evident in her tone.
"I guess that means we better learn as much as we can on our own because I can't see him as being a big help" stated Ron with the same disappointment. Since he was younger he had dreamed of coming to Hogwarts even though he was told it wasn't possible. Now to see one of his favorite subjects was going to be taught by that man just broke his heart.
Harry, who was starting to feel warm and sleepy, looked up at the Head Table again. Hagrid was drinking deeply from his goblet. Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore. Professor Quirrell, in his absurd turban, was talking to Professor Snape.
It happened very suddenly. Professor Snape looked past Quirrell's turban straight into Harry's eyes - and a sharp hot pain shot across the scar on Harry's forehead.
"Ouch!" Harry clapped a hand to his head.
"What is it?" asked Ron.
"N-nothing."
"Harry, you are lying. You grabbed your forehead. Do you have a headache" asked Hermione. Harry nodded slightly.
The pain had gone as quickly as it had come. Harder to shake off was the feeling Harry had gotten from the teacher's look - a feeling that he didn't like Harry at all.
"Do you think that Prof. Snape has a reason to not like me?" asked Harry
"Why would you say that?" asked Hermione.
"Well he looked at me with such a hateful look and I don't know why. This is truly the first time I've meet him." said Harry.
"I don't know but we could asked around too see" stated Ron
All three students watched Prof. Snape out of the corner of their eyes, but he didn't look back again.
At last the tables were cleared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent.
"Ahem- just a few more words now that we are all feed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you."
"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."
Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of Ron's twin brothers.
"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
"He can't be serious?" asked Ron.
"Well by the way only a few dared to laugh, I am guessing he is telling the truth" said Hermione.
"But that insane to tell students that, it would only make them want to check it out" said Ron looking at his twin brothers for a few moments.
"Only a few of the bravest or stupidest would check it out but the general population would leave well enough alone. They most likely have safeguards" said Harry.
"I still find it a bit crazy to have something dangerous around children that could potential kill them" murmured Ron. Both Harry and Hermione agreed with his statement because they found it quite careless to do something like that.
"And now, before we head off to bed, lets us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. Looking at the teachers at the Head Table, they noticed their smiles had become rather forced.
Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.
"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"
While most of the students joined in Harry, Ron and Hermione did not. They have never heard a song be butchered so badly and prayed the torture would end soon. While the other students had finished, only the Weasley twins were left, singing to a very song funeral march tune. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped the loudest.
"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes while many thought torture would be a better world. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"
Students got up to head to their dorms and first years making sure to follow their house's Prefect.
"My poor ears!" exclaimed Hermione, rubbing her abused ears for a moment. Harry and Ron laughed at the jest. The three got up as well making sure to stay close to their fellow housemates as to not get lost. "So how do you think we will do in our house"
"Like I said on the train Hermione, ask me at the end of the year" stated Harry.
They walked in silence only listening to what the Prefect said or the odd bits of conversation they heard.
Walking into their common room, they loved the feel of it. The room was done in the house colors which were…..