Chapter 14

Harry stares as the abominations float past the students talking about some other spirit that has been causing trouble in the school.

The amount of sheer will power Harry has to use to stop himself from trying to purge these filthy things is enough to make him puncture his palms with his finger nails and his fangs pierce his lips as he bites down on them. Slowly he calms and starts to loosen up but he keeps himself to the side of the room as far as he can from the filthy warp spawn that infest this school.

One of the infernal things suddenly seems to notice the students and begins to speak to them as if he was nothing more then a sweet, kindly living person.

"Oh look it's the first years, must be waiting for sorting, hello children, I'm known as the fat friar, hope to see some of you in Hufflepuff, my old house you know, well good luck and I hope to see you all again soon."

With that the cursed sprite and the rest of them move through the next wall with the door where all the voices are coming from. As the last of them leave Harry slowly relaxes but can't help but feel that this was suddenly going to be a lot harder then it was going to be if he had to deal with those things everyday.

Soon enough McGonagall returned and bayed them follow her into the next room, after forming two orderly lines, soon enough they are greeted by a small hall filled with four small tables packed with students. Harry couldn't help but feel that this was a pale imitation of some of the great halls from some of the hive cities he had visited along with the halls of the Fang, home of his brother space wolves.

But when he looked up he had to admit they at least had something that impressed him, at first he almost thought there was no roof before seeing the beams hidden amongst the stars.

Soon enough the reach the part of the hall where the teachers sit on a slightly raised plate form looking over all the students, in front of their table is a stool and an old hat atop it.

"When I call your name you will come forward and put on the hat to be sorted." A roll of parchment unfurls from McGonagall's hand as she raises the hat off the stool, the first years began muttering among themselves about how the sorting was such a simple thing when the first name was called.

"Hannah Abbot."

A small girl with blonde hair climb the small steps and sat upon the stool as McGonagall placed the hat upon her head, after a moment a smoky formed along the seam of where the hat and brim met and a mouth formed which shouted to the hall.

"Hufflepuff!!"

McGonagall removed the hat from her head and the young girl rushed to the table full of students with yellow and black trim with a uproarious applause. Then the next student was called and thus the long wait for Harry's turn started, thus he spent the next few minutes looking around the hall and almost immediately could tell who was sent by the warmaster to watch over him.

Two sisters of battle and a grey beard from the space wolves, at first Harry was surprised that the sisters where here, but after remembering how the binding magic all but made it impossible to hurt any of these children unless they became a viable threat flashed through his mind.

Though the grey beard confused him, surely such a wise and compete space marine of the wolves of Fenris had a better purpose then to be here training these students.

The implants that Harry knew the grey beard had didn't show, just as he knew they wouldn't, after all the hair of any wolf hides all, plus the long sleeved and thick clothing made it almost impossible to tell just how powerful this grey beard was. But Harry knew that to live long enough to become a grey beard on Fenris and among the wolves was no small feat or something to dismiss as many of the other legions did.

After all, when one spends time around the space wolves they at first wolf think they are nothing but simple battle thirsty fools with nothing but pride and tradition keeping them together. But those are only the surface concepts of the legion, if one looked deeper they find a brotherhood that is loyal to the end and willing to se victory at any cost.

"Harry Potter."

Harry snaps out of his thoughts and moves forward to finally take his turn on the stool, as he climbs the stairs he hears the whispers of the students and can feel their stares crawling along his back. Once on the stool and staring out over the student body the hat was placed upon his head and he lost site of everyone, putting him on edge that he couldn't see any possible threats.

"My, my I never thought I would sort one of the Astarte and one already passed his training yet caged in this young body by his on power, to be unleashed when threats arise to threaten humanity."

At the voice whispering in his ear and the fact it knew what he was he was ready to rip the hat of and rip it apart for daring to take his secrets.

"Be at peace young wolf, all secrets I have learned stay with me, not even the headmaster could take them from me."

This did little to calm the anger in Harry's chest that bubbled and wished to be unleashed on this infernal piece of cloth that must have either something to control him or was a threat to humanity at large.

"All I do is read your currant thoughts and your overall personality, I don't dig through your history or go traipsing through your mind, I'm just meant to sort you into your house and that's it."

With reluctance Harry let's the hat continue but stays wary ready to deal with it as soon as he sees it betray him, for a while the hat simple hums to itself and starts mumbling, talking about the different traits that Harry had. The hat immediately threw out Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff, he wasn't as obsessed with learning as the ravens or as bound to the pack as the badgers even with his displeasure at being separated from Emma.

That left him with only Slytherin and Gryffindor, Harry had ambition in spades, after all the mission of rebuilding the great imperium before the emperor even started to build it took much ambition. His bravery at willingly throwing himself into danger and ignoring the threats to his life, the inability to feel fear making it that much easier, is willingness to speak out against the Primarches when he thought they had overstepped.

But in the end the choice was already chosen when one looked at what he did when he took on his own guard regiment and lead them from the front against their home planets worst biomes.

"Even Godric would shake at the mere sight of such things, so it better be Gryffindor!"

The last word shouted out loud for the entire hall to hear, and like a sudden thunder storm the applause and shouting of happiness from the table of red and gold almost shakes the stone. As the hat is removed from his head Harry takes his leave from the front of the hall and quickly moves to the table with the lion flags and red and gold trim as the edges of his uniform change to match his new house.

Harry quickly finds a spot that had just been opened up for him by some of the other students and spends the next few minutes shaking hands and offing hellos as the the last few new students finished getting sorted with the last one going to Slytherin. Soon as McGonagall removes the stool and hat, the stereotypical wizard that sits in the middle of the teachers stands up and motions for quiet before speaking out loud enough for all to hear him.

"I have but a few words to say before we tuck in, Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you."

He then sits back down and as if from thin air food appears upon the plates and without even hesitating, the students immediately begin to dig in. Of course Harry at first studied the food and with a brief glance towards the staff table and watching as the guardians assigned to him begin to eat as well Harry piles food onto his plate and starts to chow down.

At first the students nearest Harry think he was to excited and must have grabbed to much food and would give him a good nature ribbing but as they watched they saw that he quickly packed away the plate and was soon looking for seconds. Many students stared gobsmacked at such a small child eating to plates worth of food that looked to weigh as much as him, but Harry was simply reminiscing about the feast in the fang with the wolves both marine and animal milling about.

The stories and laughter shared, the fights and challenges issued, all while the lords kept court with Leman Russ and watched over all his brothers.