Summary: What if Harry Potter was actually schizophrenic?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
A/N: Hey guys! This is a short update. I know it's been a long few months since I've written anything but there are only so many hours in a day and something had to give. There are more chapters coming along but it will take time! Sorry guys.
And just to think that the last chapter I've got up I was talking about regular updates! Wow, that went down the drain fast! Anyway, on to the story!
"The voice"
"Normal speaking"
The third person that had disturbed his reading was a boy with blond almost white hair. He looked like a mini Lucius Malfoy, as the voice loved to point out. There were two boys behind him that looked like gorillas.
The mini Malfoy seemed to be the spokesperson of the group when he asked if they could come in. harry motioned for them to come in. Harry motioned for them to come in while still reading. One of the gorillas closed the door once they were all inside the compartment.
Once Harry placed the book down next to him the blond started the introductions. Pointing to one of the gorillas he said that his name was Gregory Goyle while the other was Vincent Crabbe. The gorillas grunted when their names were said. The blond then held his hand out to be shaken.
"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Harry could hear the voice snickering as he shook the hand and told the blond his name. Malfoy seemed to not be expecting that answer as his eyes bulged a bit and then a look of confusion set in.
"It seems that the boy's mouth speaks before his brain thinks."
Harry thought the voice was right because the first thing that the blond asked was "What happened to your hair?"
Harry had thankfully already thought of this question being asked and didn't even blink.
"It's an experiment with Colour Charms. I'm trying to see how long the colour stays and if the choice of colour affects it."
Malfoy nodded his head.
"I can't believe that the boy-who-lived is a Ravenclaw but I suppose that it's better than Gryffindore."
When they arrived at the station Harry told the other boys that it would be better to wait for the rush off the train to die down before getting off themselves. For a few moments he continued to read his book as the others just watched the mayhem outside.
Once they were off the train they just followed the rest of the first years, without waiting for the giant, to the boats. It's without saying that the castle was amazing and awe inspiring. When all the first years had finally got out of the boats and the boy who had lost his toad retrieved it, they were finally let in the castle by the strict woman who Harry had seen once in Gringotts.
"A hat. A hat is going to sort you to your proper house. This has got to be the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Are all wizards crazy!?"
Ever since the sorting hat had finished its song the voice had gone off on a rant about the stupidity of it all. The whole thing was quite amusing to the boy and it was becoming quite hard for him to not start grinning. He finally placed his concentration on the ceiling trying not to listen to the voice as the woman started the role call. When the voice finally stopped talking after a long sentence filed with swear words Harry was finally able to pay attention to the sorting.
It seemed that the sorting differed in time for all the different students. In fact, Malfoy's had been the shortest so far. Slytherin; sure. That boy was as impulsive as a Gryffindore. As he'd learned in the train.
"Potter, Harry."
He looked around the room before moving towards the hat. He'd learnt a lesson when he was younger and he always made sure to follow the rule that he'd learnt.
When you know you're going to be in the spotlight always have an escape route.
"Think of all the centuries of children that put that hat on… and now think of lice."
At that moment Harry dreaded putting on the hat for a totally different reason.