Harry found Charlie and quickly grabbed his hand for comfort. Charlie gave him a tiny grimace and they got into the line, next to Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger. They were behind a sandy haired boy and a black boy, who gave them an anxious frown.
Feeling slightly more confident now that he had his brother by his side, they walked out of the chamber, back across the spacious hall and into the Great Hall. Harry never thought the Great Hall would be this beautiful and his breath got caught in his throat. There were four, darkly polished tables filled with empty platters and golden goblets, students lining the sides in the table. Some were smirking, some were smiling comfortingly while others weren't bothered, chatting to their friends. Above their heads floated thousands upon thousands of lit candles, lighting the room with a warm aura that gave the room more life. The shadows danced teasingly, leading up to the roof - Harry did a double-take. Above them was the night sky, the moon winking down high in the sky, the stars twinkling brightly above these new faces.
At the end of the room, there was another large table with throne-like chairs. His future teachers were staring back at him, already sizing up the good students from the bad ones - Harry rather hoped he and Charlie were good pupils, because at least they weren't Ron Weasley!
Professor McGonagall led the first-years up the gangway to the teachers table before stopping, so the whole school could see them. The teachers were behind them and Harry could already sense a dark glare on his back - Professor Snape? He glanced back and saw that yes, there were burning black coals glaring bloody murder into his back. He gave the man a cheerful smile and a jaunty wave.
Harry hoped this interaction wasn't noticed, but damn he could see why Dad detested him so much. Already, he was a tyrant.
The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone a misty silver but there was one corporeal figure standing in the middle of the room, looking at her two little boys in pride. She blew Harry a kiss before sitting down on the floor, crossing her legs in front of her.
Hermione leaned in to him; "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts: A History." Harry nodded his head obediently; she seemed like the type that would cram every piece of knowledge down your throat.
Harry zoned into Professor McGonagall when she silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-years. On top of the stool she placed a pointed wizard's hat that was patched, frayed and extremely dirty - Harry hoped he didn't get lice.
Everyone seemed to be staring at the hat, so he did too. For a few moments, there was nothing but then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim stretched and ripped, open like a mouth. Something strange was going to happen.
Oh you may not think me pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
The whole Hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. The tip of the hat pointed down and seemed to bow at every table before becoming quite still again.
"So we have to try on a hat?" Charlie asked Harry, whispering. Harry silently begrudge the fact that Charlie had to literally lean down to whisper in his ear. Harry squeezed his hand in acknowledgement and nodded. "Oh, that's good - Ron, the prat, kept saying we had to fight a troll!"
Harry snorted audibly before blushing a very bright shade of red as eyes turned to face him.
Professor McGonagall stepped forward again, now holding a long roll of parchment. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted." She unravelled the roll and read the first name. "Abbott, Hannah!"
A pink-faced girl with two blonde pigtails tied closely to her ears stumbled out of the line, put on the hat (which fell over her eyes) and sat down on the stool. There was a moments pause, before - "HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted. Harry blinked in astonishment.
The table on the right cheered loudly and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the fat monk waving merrily at her.
This process repeated, as Bones, Susan also got sorted into Hufflepuff and Boot, Terry got sorted into Ravenclaw. Brocklehurst, Mandy went to Ravenclaw, too, but Brown, Lavender was the first one to be sorted into Gryffindor. The table on the far left burst into cheers and Harry saw Fred and George catcalling at the poor girl. Bulstrode, Millicent became a Slytherin and the table on the far right seemed rather subdued as they clapped. Harry assumed it was the typical Pureblood reaction and self-consciously straightened himself out to stand like a Pureblood Heir. He didn't know what house he'd be in, but if it was Slytherin, he didn't want to seem like his Half-blood self.
He poked Charlie and rolled his shoulders back until Charlie copied Harry's stance. Harry finally decided to zone out until - "Granger, Hermione!"
Hermione smiled eagerly and calmly walked over to the hat, jamming it onto her frizzy hair. The hat seemed torn for her, before it opened its brim wide and roared "RAVENCLAW!"
Harry clapped along with the Ravenclaw table and smiled warmly at his (hopefully) new friend. She grinned back, her eyes flickering to Charlie, before she bounced over to the table.
Harry zoned out again until Neville's name was called. The boy trembled but walked forward, carefully placing the hat onto his head. "GRYFFINDOR!" Neville seemed ready to burst into tears until Charlie shifted a little - then he seemed to calm down and stand much straighter. Harry gave him a curious look; what was that?
Harry zoned out again, pushing the event to one side. Perhaps it was a strange coincidence.
"Malfoy, Draco!"
Draco swaggered forward and the hat had barely touched his head before the hat roared "SLYTHERIN!"
There weren't many people left now and as Professor McGonagall went through the names ("Moon" "Nott" "Parkinson" "Patil" and then another "Patil") there was, finally, "Potter, Charles!"
There was a sudden outbreak of whispers that made Harry grit his teeth. "Potter, did she say?" "Related to the Harry Potter?" "His twin, isn't it?"
Charlie smiled charmingly, albeit quite mockingly, too, before dropping the hat onto his head and leaving it to slide over his eyes.
"Difficult... There's a thirst, here, to show that you are better than your brother, but you want to protect him from any who wish to harm him - good loyalty, plenty of loyalty... But only to your family, hmmm? Oh, yes, plenty of courage but you aren't reckless, no. You're very intelligent, oh yes... But where to put you? Gryffindor wouldn't be accepting of your lack of heart-on-sleeve... You would flourish in Slytherin, boy."
Charlie listened to the hats words carefully before mentally shrugging. "Slytherin, then."
"SLYTHERIN!"
Severus Snape was having a terrible day and had he chose that moment to take a drink, the table would have been covered in Pumpkin juice. A Potter, in his house?
Charlie smiled weakly at Harry before walking over to the Slytherin table, his tie and badge changing from their blank design into emerald and silver.
"Potter, Harold!" Was it Charlie, or did McGonagall sound shocked?
Harry stepped forward, face blank. He placed the hat onto his head.
"Another Potter! They haven't had twins in a while, you know. I know." The hat seemed to laugh at itself. "Plenty of ambition but what do you want to be? Very strong, very intelligent... There is only one place for you, boy. SLYTHERIN!"
Harry removed the hat from his head and placed it on the chair, before giving the very pale Snape a wink. He pranced over to his brother and slid next to him, clutching his hand under the table.
Was it just Harry, or the Slytherin's not like him much? He gave them all a cocky little wave and flicked his hair to cover his scar, before sharing a smug smile with Draco.
The Great Hall was in utter silence. The Boy-Who-Lived... in Slytherin?
Lily burst into slightly hysteric giggles - Potters? In Slytherin? It was obviously the Black in them or something... Yeah, that must be it. It's fine.
She mentally slapped herself and got up from the floor, Nearly Headless Nick watching her in curiosity. Harry held his hand out to the other side of hand and nonchalantly squeezed, but really he was holding Lily's hand in his own.
The Bloody Baron watched in dark amusement. A Necromancer from the Potter blood. Ah, how times were strange!
Harry could see the High Table properly now; at the end nearest to him sat Hagrid, a half-giant with an equally as large beard. In the centre of the High Table, sat in a red velvet and gold chair, sat Albus Dumbledore. Harry recognised him at once from the cards from his chocolate frogs. Dumbeldore's silver hair shone brightly, just like the ghosts.
Harry spotted another man, sat next to Professor Snape. He had a peculiar face and wore a large purple turban, wrapped securely around his head.
He switched back to the sorting - now there were only three people left to be sorted. Turpin, Lisa became a Ravenclaw and then it was Ronald Weasley's turn. Harry silently prayed to Merlin and Morgana that he would not join his house - it was highly unlikely he would, but goodness... No.
"GRYFFINDOR!" Harry let out a sharp sigh of relief that sent Charlie into giggles.
"Well done, Ron, excellent!" Harry could hear the nasal tone of Percy Weasley and grimaced.
Zabini, Blaise went into Slytherin and sat on Harry's free side, the caramel skinned boy not looking at anyone as he sat down. Harry nudged him and gave him a pompous look, that turned into a wide, toothy grin. "Hi; I'm Harry Potter and this is my twin, Charlie."
Blaise gave him a tiny smile and his indigo eyes seemed to brighten up at the interaction. "Blaise Zabini, nice to meet you," he whispered back. "When do you think we'll eat?" As he finished speaking, Charlie's stomach growled. Loudly. Harry laughed quietly when the red-haired boy flushed, apologising to the abashed Draco.
Albus Dumbledore got to his feet, beaming at the students. He opened his arms wide, as if nothing more could have pleased him than fresh new faces staring up at him. "Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And - here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"
He sat down to loud applause and cheers, but Harry personally felt he had a few screws loose. Oh look, there they were - in his beard. Hm.
"Barmy... Absolutely barmy." Draco sniggered, scooping a generous amount of mashed potato on his plate.
"Barmy... But he's so very strong," Charlie whispered fervently, clutching his chest. He rubbed it before shaking his whole body out. "Have some vegetables, Harry - you're too small as it is."
Harry flushed brightly as Draco began to laugh - even Blaise began to chuckle. He piled his vegetables onto his plate before taking a piece of chicken breast and smothering it in gravy. He chopped his food into tiny, delicate bites and took his time chewing. The cacophony of noise in the Great Hall became muted as it moved over to the Slytherin corner.
"So, Blaise..." Draco smiled wickedly. "How's your new stepfather?"
Charlie eyed the dark boy curiously before cutting in smoothly, "How are the investigations, Draco? I do hope that nothing untoward has been found."
Draco flushed slightly - his cheeks pinkened and his nose scrunched up the tiniest bit. It was a weakness Harry would exploit. Blaise gave Charlie a thankful look before replying carefully. "He's fine, as of yet. Why?" His voice was deep like chocolate.
Words were war in Slytherin, Harry deduced. Purity, words and lineage.
The Bloody Baron decided to interrupt their conversation and smoothly slide next to Draco, who got increasingly flustered. "Hello," the Baron nodded at Harry (in particular? Harry wondered why). "Welcome to the Noble house of Slytherin."
When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains of food faded from the plates, leaving them gleaming as before. A moment later, puddings appeared. Blocks of ice cream in every flavour and colour, apple pies, strawberries laden in cream, treacle tarts, jam doughnuts and there was even a massive triple chocolate cake on a cake stand!
Harry immediately chose the chocolate cake and doubled it with vanilla ice cream in raspberry sauce, while Charlie went for the white chocolate cake on the opposing stand and chocolate ice cream, covering it in caramel sauce. Draco absently noted that they even ate the same - the same posture, shoulders pushed back, taking small amounts onto their utensil before raising it to their mouths. They were not Pureblood but carried themselves in such a way it was overlooked.
Draco decided he'd turn the talk to families - "I'm a Pureblood from both the Malfoy and Black line," he told them proudly. "My mother is from the Black's."
Harry and Charlie shared a look. "We're half and half - "
"But our father, James, was born from - "
"Dorea Black and Charles Potter, and as it's the - "
"Potter and Black lineage, our mothers background is typically - "
"Overlooked, especially since the Potter and Black house - "
"Stem so far back in history." Charlie finished, eliciting some stares from the Second and Third years. Charlie didn't care; his blood was probably purer than theirs, because of the inbreeding throughout Pureblood history. The Potters had ancestry in Spain, France, Germany and America, while families like the Bulstrodes were 'mutts' due to inbreeding from staying solely in England.
"I'm a Pureblood," Blaise murmured. "With Gypsy blood."
Gypsies were very rare. "How far back do you stem?" Harry asked politely, sipping some Pumpkin juice.
"Quite far - my mother dislikes talking about her heritage with me. She's proud of it but she wants me to know when I turn thirteen."
Harry looked up to the table, feeling eyes on him. He met the eyes of the man in the turban evenly, until he felt a burning pain in his scar that shot across his forehead. "Bugger," he spat, rubbing it. He took his eyes away from Professor Quirrell and stopped rubbing, blood clinging to his fingers.
"What is it?" Charlie whispered furiously, removing a silk handkerchief from his robe pocket and folding it into a neat little square. He pulled Harry's hair back and pressed it against the agitated skin.
The pain had gone, but he was still bleeding. "I don't know - I just looked at Quirrell and then this happened."
Charlie frowned in worry. "I'll have to get some books out of the library on healing - he's going to be teaching us and if this happens again, we'll need a quick fix. I think I've stemmed the blood flow..."
Draco watched the proceedings very carefully. Charlie was acting more like the Firstborn, rather than the Second Draco knew he was. Curious.
At last, the puddings disappeared and Charlie's soiled cloth was in his pocket. Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again and the Hall fell silent. "Ahem - just a few more words now that we are fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First-years should note that the forest in the grounds is forbidden to all pupils - and a few of our older students would do to remember it as well." His twinkling eyes looked over at Fred and George who puffed up in pride.
"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 term and anyone interested in playing for their house should see Madam Hooch. And, finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death." Harry didn't laugh; he was infuriated. Why would he give such a warning when he knew people would deliberately disobey the rule? What did he have that would cause a very painful death?
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" the old man cried. McGonagalls' smile became very forced.
Dumbledore flicked his wand and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, rising high above the tables and twisting itself into snake-like words. "Everyone pick their favourite tune," said Dumbledore, "And off we go!"
The school bellowed:
Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something, please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
Just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot!
Everybody finished the songs at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they'd finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.
"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. Harry truly didn't know if he were serious or not. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now bedtime. Off you trot!"
The Slytherin first-years followed behind their upper classmates dutifully, down a flight of stairs, twisting to the right, left, down, up, left again, another left in silence. They finally reached an inconspicuous piece of wall that Harry only realised was different because of the torches. The torches had been evenly placed out until now, where there were two spaced three feet apart from each other. This was the entrance? It was easily overlooked.
Draco stuck close to the Potters - he knew of his Godfathers dislike of them and also knew the pair had been antagonising him and honestly, he wanted front row seats.
"The password is Toujours Pur." the Prefect's voice demanded attention and Harry belatedly realised that was the Black family motto. That sent his thoughts to Sirius and his heart began to ache. He was already home-sick.
They all walked through the new opening and the older students got into a formation. The seventh-years were at the back of the room, while the second-years were near the front. The first-years obediently filed in front of the second-years and Harry examined the room.
The common room was dungeon-like in appearance, with sharp walls and torches lit with green flames. There was a large sitting area (that the first-years were standing in) situated in front of a cold fire that threw out no heat, only light. The sofa's were low backed, black leather with neat dark green buttons. The room was lined in bookshelves and cupboards, all dark wood but filled to the brim with items. Harry was eager to get his hands on the books, but he wondered how he'd fit all the time in for reading.
One wall was purely high windows, giving the room a green-blue tinge. Were they underneath the lake? Harry could hear the sound of swishing water that, oddly, comforted him.
The Prefects stood at the front of the room. "Our Head of House, Professor Snape, will be in shortly to tell you the rules and regulations of the Slytherin house. From our own backs, do not antagonise him. He is a strict man, but he is fair. We are the ostracised house and he is our defender - you will find that, due to being in the Slytherin house, you will get treated badly. He will treat us well."
With those cryptic parting words, the man himself stalked into the room with a furious stride and his robes billowing around him. Harry knew that he and Charlie were the cause, but he would bully this man.
He'd killed Lily, after all. Not directly, but he told Voldemort the prophecy and Voldemort killed his beautiful mother.
Lily floated nervously next to him, eyeing the boy with an indescribable look in her eyes. For being a revived spirit, she felt oddly sick to her stomach. Harry was a Necromancer and that was how he could see, hear, touch her - he didn't understand her death and brought her back the way he knew her. Beautiful, with glowing eyes and brilliant hair.
But he was still her son, so she ran her fingers through his hair and stood strong against the ball of anger that was Severus Snape.
"Rule one." he spat, "You do not speak back to me." His dark eyes were focused on her two boys and she snarled back, even though he couldn't see her. Harry stiffened under her touch. "I am your Head of House and you will treat me as such."
"Rule two. Your house is your family; you have problems, they will protect you. Do not actively look for problems, because it will end badly."
Charlie couldn't believe what the man was saying. It was just a house! It was fitted to their personalities! "Sir, I don't understand!" He burst out. Snape's bad emotions were upsetting him. "Weren't we placed here so we could bond with those like us? Why would we be treated so cruelly? We're children!"
Harry held his hand and silenced the boy. Snape sneered at the open show of affection, but didn't tell the lad off for his question. He was noticeably distressed. "You are in Slytherin, a house with a bad reputation. You, as an eleven year old, are now worse than scum in many peoples' opinions. Charles Potter, isn't it? Control your emotions, please."
Severus quickly deduced he must have empathic skills, because Draco and Millicent Bulstrode were also feeling his distress. They were shuffling and their eyes seemed misty with tears. "Not just for your sake, but those around you. I can already tell you'll be a problem."
Charlie stiffened his lip and locked his emotions out, pressing them onto Harry through their bond. Harry's eyes grew wide but he schooled his expression and stood a little shakier.
Interesting. "Rule three. If one of your housemates has a problem, you help sort it. Homework, you help them. But only for a price; you need to learn how the real world works."
"Rule four. Celebrities will not receive differed treatment." There was silence at this one, until the room as a whole began to laugh.
"The Boy-Who-Lived, in Slytherin!" someone scoffed.
"Yes, let's all mock the boy whose mother died." Charlie spat loudly and silence fell in the room again.
Lily was infuriated and Harry could tell from the way she prowled the room, passing through Snape's body repeatedly.
Lily? he whispered mentally before visibly shuddering. "Regardless of how they became a celebrity, you must not ask questions. Your secrets are your secrets." he finished lamely. "Off to bed. Boys, to the left stair well. First-years at the bottom. Girls, to the right. Goodnight."
He span on his heel and left, leaving behind a visibly perturbed Boy-Who-Lived and loud whispers. Charlie grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him down the stairs, because Harry had completely frozen from his outburst - or maybe it was something else? When his legs gave out, Charlie cursed loudly.
Charlie eyed Blaise Zabini, who was standing at the stop of the stairwell. "Could you give me a hand?"
The boy nodded and strode down the stairs, picking up the small Harry in his arms. "Which way?" His voice was gruff.
"Down..." Charlie trailed off, taking the stairs two at a time.
At the very, very bottom of the stairwell there was a large mahogany door with a gold plate in the centre. First-years was wrote in elegant cursive and Charlie slammed the door open, telling Blaise to put Harry on the bed nearest the bathroom and rearranging the trunks quickly. Crabbe and Goyle were closest the door, Draco on the bed closest to the window, while Blaise and Charlie surrounded Harry. Theodore Nott was opposite Draco's bed.
"Has this happened before?" Blaise asked quietly. Charlie shook his head and entered the bathroom; Blaise took this time to fold Harry out before murmuring to him quietly, "I will ask my aunt for some books on controlling this, Harry."
Harry's frightened eyes met his own. "You are a Necromancer."
That probably wasn't the right thing to say, Blaise mused, as those little jewels rolled back in the boys head and he fainted. "Charlie!" Blaise called. "Go ask someone for Professor Snape! He's fainted!"
Blaise quickly set Harry out in the recovery position while a wild-eyed Charlie rushed up the stairs.
Snape sunk heavily into his leather armchair. "Lily?" he whispered into the fire, removing his outer robe and rolling his sleeves up. "What was that?"
A frantic knock on his door made him shoot up and open his door. There was a (nearly) crying Charles Potter standing on his doorstep. "What is wrong, Mr. Potter?" Snape asked tiredly.
"Harry - Harry fainted and he's panicking!" Charlie stammered out. Snape groaned; couldn't he have a peaceful night? He grabbed a calming draught and followed the flustered boy down the stairs. The rest of the Slytherins' were watching in confusion, while Draco Malfoy was missing.
He opened to find the beds had been re-arranged with Blaise and Draco hovering over the boys body. They were acting if the bloody boy had died!
"Rennervate," Snape waved his wand over the boy before tipping a tiny amount of calming draught down the boys throat. He reflexively swallowed and became limp on the bed; the two boys had dropped his hands like fire the moment Snape walked in. "What is the problem, Mr. Potter?"
Charlie looked very ashamed, and spoke before Harry could. "I - I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier. I don't know where it came from." Snape sighed.
"It is fine, Mr. Potter. I wasn't expecting the house as a majority to react as they did. You handled it badly, however. Do not allow your emotions to rule you. You bottle it up and reply smoothly - words said in anger will be forgotten, as your anger will be remembered. Your words should be remembered, not your emotions."
Charlie nodded and filed the quote away for later - he did let his emotions rule him occasionally and Harry's status as a celebrity, especially as they had lost their mother that night, was something that angered him when mentioned mockingly.
"I will have to report this incident to your father, so that he can get you proper care for dealing with loss." Snape continued and Charlie felt sick to his stomach. "It is obvious that you haven't coped well with her loss."
"Could we not tell dad?" Charlie asked quietly, watching Harry with concerned eyes. "Honestly, dad hasn't moved past it, either. He had two baby boys to look after and a destroyed house and his friend had betrayed him and his wife had died - "
Snape halted his rant by holding one hand up. "Then I am going to request that the pair of you come and see me one day in the week, in the evening time. I can only assume you've been told nothing but bad things about me?"
At Charlie's guilty nod, he sighed and cursed James Potter to Hell and back. "Then we will talk through these issues on an evening of your choice."
"Tuesday!" Harry said quickly.
Snape nodded his head slowly. "Tuesday is fine for me... Charles?"
Charlie pursed his lips before sighing. "This gives me less chance to read," he laughed. "But Tuesday is fine."
"Good. Now, boys, get to bed. You will have an early morning tomorrow; I expect for you to wake up no later than seven forty five for a uniform and room inspection."
The four boys nodded in unison and Snape left, shutting the door quietly behind him.
The four all changed quickly, with Draco getting changed in the bathroom. Blaise eyed a large scar on Charlie's back - it extended out like intricate webbing, with a large, red throbbing centre. "What's that?" he asked carefully.
"Oh, this? I fell off my broom once, into tonnes of trees..." Charlie replied quietly. "Harry, could you put some salve on it?"
Harry did so quickly, wrapping his back in gauze. He could remember as clear as day how that happened. They were playing Quidditch at the Weasley's and, Ron being Ron, took his hand and slammed a Beater's ball into Charlie. This wouldn't have been quite so bad, had he not put a lot of force behind it. Charlie was flung away and, as Harry frantically searched for him and found him only by the blood dripping to the floor, Ron laughed before he went to get their father.
Harry detested him since - sure, it was petty but that panic and pain that had shot through Harry's body... It made him angry.
Dear father and mother,
I have been sorted into Slytherin, although there is no surprise there! What is surprising is who else got sorted into Slytherin. The Potter twins! The Boy-Who-Lived himself! I do hope you are as surprised as me.
We, myself and Harold, maintain a careful but kind disposition around each other - his brother had the nerve to ask how the investigation was going! You can tell who was raised properly.
Interesting revelations tonight. We got to our common room and Severus said that celebrities would not be treated differently. The room, of course, burst into laughter which both the Boy Wonder and his Sidekick found rude, but the Sidekick snapped back, "It's not like anyone died that night!" or something similar. You should have seen Severus' face! He looked like someone had trod on his grave and forced a lemon down his throat!
There's not much else to say, but I think the Sidekick is an empath. He got upset at one of the rules and I found myself getting misty eyed! You know me, father, I would never get upset over something so trivial! I think he is a very strong empath but I'm not too concerned. It's the Boy Wonder we're interested in, right?
Your loving son,
Draco Malfoy