Harry potter slytherin style
Chapter 3-Shocks of the sorting
Having been led into a large and well lit room with the eyes of every person who was already seated on him, Harry stood next to his friends and listened us several of the first years went to hufflepuff, or hippiepuff as Draco called it.
The sorting worked just as Lucius had described it a battered up hat shouted out the name of the house you went to.
As harry himself had predicted, Weasley was sorted into Gryffindor, to which the twins exaggeratedly clapped along with the house from the slytherin table. The irritating red haired took his seat next to dean Tomas and Seamus Finnegan.
When Daphne's name was called the hat took a moment to decide on her before calling out Slytherin. She hurried off to sit with Draco, who had gotten his wish immediately. Last of Harry's friends to be called was Neville, who was sorted into Ravenclaw.*
Upon Harry's name being called whispers broke out immediately. He could hear them muttering to their friends and knew they were pointing at him.
The last thing he saw before the hat came down over his head was the sea of faces glancing out at him. As the brim of the hat came down over his head, Hary could not help but notice a foreign presence invading his mind. He detected a faint chuckle. "Oh, well this is interesting isn't it? Gryffindor and Slytherin, odd mix wouldn't you agree?"
Harry felt painic set in as he realised the raspy, almost squeaky voice inside his head was not his own. It took all his willpower to control himself when it occurred to him the voice was the hat's.
The sorting hat chuckled once more. "Surprised Master Potter?" It inquired.
"You know, it continued," you would do rather well in Gryff-" the hat began.
Don't. Harry was supprised to find that his tone was quite iced as he retorted.
Once more The Hat chuckled and Harry found it rather irritating.
The hat made no indication it could sense his displeasure even though he knew it did.
"Ah, I see how it is", the hat mused and in his mind's eye harry could see the hat grinning as it toyed with all his deepest fears and longings. "You are fearful of what your precious uncle Lucius would think of you. Well I could tell you stories about Lucius malfoy and his lovely wife Narcissa Malfoy nee black that would make your blood run cold Harry James potter." It seemed to harry it took on a businesslike, more serious tone at this statement.
"And then there Are your friends, but tell me do you think any less of the Longbottom boy now he is in a different house?"
Harry sighed slightly as the hat threw down each of his oppositions as if they were nothing but smoke and vapours. And what had he, or it meant about his aunt and uncle.
A sudden idea occurred to him. It was a last ditch effort.
"Please I'm begging you"
The hat made a small sound that harry would have mistaken to be a sigh and called out "Slytherin!"
The great hall of Hogwarts fell into deadly silence. There was no applause, no jeering. Only Draco and Daphne clapped. The rest of the students stared at him with an expression of mingled fear and shock. As he slowly looked towards his housemates Two things happened in quick succession. A thunderous applause erupted from the slytherin table and Fred and George could be heard shouting at the top of their voices. We got Potter! We got potter!
Secondly as harry glanced towards the high table he noticed only one member of staff was clapping all the rest stared at him and the headmaster looked at as if he felt betrayed and disappointed by him. Upon closer inspection harry realised the clapping professor was the hooked nose man with greasy hair who had met the first year students.
Sitting between Daphne and Draco Harry and his friends spoke with their fellow first years and joked about the other students' reaction to his sorting. Pansy Parkinson. A young girl with what could most politely be described as horrible features, unless you liked pigs said that he prayed the wind didn't change causing the others to laugh. Throughout the meal harry noticed that his new friends always addressed him as Harry. This meant they regarded him as an exceptionally close friend and a true on at that.
When the feast finished and the prefects led them to the dungeons the boys retired and harry discovered his bed was next to Draco's and Blaize Zabini, a boy with whom he had quickly struck a close mutual friendship. As he drifted off Harry potter was quite content.