Hello! So i've gotten quite a few reviews and PMs and I want to address some thing before you all read!
1.) Yes I personally have Asperger's Syndrome.
2.) Harry might seem very "normal" some chapters, and others not very "normal" at all. I also seem very normal some days. It really depends on what triggers are present and how the person is feeling that day. I am writing from my own experience so PLEASE DO NOT TELL ME I AM WRONG. It's kind of insulting, honestly.
3.) I have not yet decided whether this is going to be a Yaoi story or not. I will not make the decision based on Harry's Asperger's, but rather on who I think will fit him best in my story. I LOVE all the suggestions but please do not use Harry's Asperger's as the only reason for it not being Yaoi.
4.) I also do not yet know if Harry will be Light, Gray, or Dark. Any input on this would be greatly appreciated! :)
Now! I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Disclaimer: Me. Own. Nada. Duh.
CHAPTER 4
Harry shifted from his left to right foot as he stood in front of woman he recalled to be Professor McGonagall. Rolling his wrists, he moved to sit down on stool the Professor had indicated with her hand.
When Professor McGonagall carefully placed the ratty hat on his head, Harry tensed. Every cell in his body was screaming suddenly. The hat was rough on his head and scratched at his face where it fell past his eyes. His vision was cut off by the large hat and Harry's hands curled into fists in his lap as he fought to control his breathing.
'What am I supposed to be waiting for?' Harry thought, once again fighting down the panic. As he sat there, the seconds felt like hours. The itching from the rough fabric made Harry's skin crawl and wish he could rip the cursed thing from his head.
Just as Harry's mind began to enter the all to familiar spiral of panic and obsessive need to correct what was bothering him, a voice rung out in his head.
'Calm, Child!'
Harry flinched and clinched his eyes shut, fighting to concentrate on the voice in his head.
'Who are you?' Harry asked, reflexively rolling his wrists in a repetitive motion.
'I am the Sorting Hat of Hogwarts, of course!' A cheery voice announced in Harry's mind.
'Then can you hurry up? I do not like how...you...feel.' Harry bluntly asked to voice.
'Not afraid to voice your wants I see?' the Hat laughed. Harry frowned.
'You will never get what you what if you do not take steps yourself to get it.' Harry said.
The Hat just laughed.
'Very true, Child. You are not like other children your age.'
'I know that. I am Autistic, not stupid.'
'So you are aware of this?'
'Of course. My Uncle always told me that's why I was different.' Harry was quickly growing bored with the Hat's comments and questions.
'Very well. I see your losing patience. Let us get you sorted, shall we?'
'Yes, Please!' Harry sighed, reaching up to scratch where the hat was irritating his face.
'You are braver than all the students your age combined. You have been through many trials and still hold your head high. Gryffindor may be a suitable house for you.'
Harry sat quietly, listening to the Hat talk. He knew it was not his place to disagree with the voice, as this was it's job. He didn't dare correct someone who had been doing this much longer than he had.
'Definitely not Hufflepuff. You are not one who enjoys the emotional type of loyalty that house offers. Ravenclaw is a possibility. You are smart beyond your years and thirst for more knowledge still.'
Harry bit his lip and clenched his fists to stop himself from cutting the Hat rambling off. He didn't see the need for the Sorting Hat to tell him all the reasons he would and wouldn't fit in every house. It was the hat's job to sort him. It should do it's job and get off his head!
'Then there is Slytherin. They would definitely provide the logical support you would accept. And what's this? You posses a deep passion and ambitious desire to be the best you can. Yes, I see now. Well, if you're sure. Better be…'
"SLYTHERIN!" The Hat screamed out from atop Harry's head. Harry flinched violently and wretched the hat off of his head. He sneered at the pile of fabric, rubbing his hands over his forehead. None to happy, Harry turned on his heal and made his way over to the table where Draco sat smirking at him.
"Annoying waste of fabric, isn't it?" Draco whispered as Harry sat down. Harry seemed oblivious to the deafening silence that had settled over the hall at the Hat's announcement.
"Annoying, yes. However it is not useless. Its use is to sort students." Harry said flatly.
Draco glared playfully at Harry before rolling his eyes and turning to the others at the table. Around them, the sorting had resumed. Harry sat quietly, watching all the people in the hall as he waited for the food to be served.
"Harry!" Draco hissed from beside him.
"Yes, Draco?" Harry asked, not turning his head from the front of the hall.
"I would like to introduce you to some others from our year." Draco tilted his head across the table to a boy and girl watching them quietly. Draco first motioned to the boy. His hair was dark black and his skin an olive tone. He held a foreign exotic feel that made Harry think he wasn't originally from the Britain.
"This is Blaise Zabini." Draco introduced. Harry nodded politely in Blaise's direction. Draco then motioned towards the girl sat on Blaise's left. The girl had dark hair as well, but her skin was a softer tan from Blaise's olive skin. Her features were sharp and spoke of a high-class background.
"And this is Pansy Parkinson."
"Pleasure to meet you." Pansy smiled at Harry. Harry just nodded back to the blond girl before turning back to the sorting. Pansy huffed at the brush off and Blaise just laughed, already taking a liking to the slighter boy across from him. The sorting seemed to drag on for hours and Harry fidgeted.
"Draco." Harry murmured under his breath.
"What?" Draco whispered, looking over to Harry.
"When is this over? I don't have any interest in being here any longer."
"Well, after sorting, we eat. Then the Prefects will take us down to the dorm room. Well, that's what my Father told me at least."
Just the, an elderly man rose at the front of the hall and made his way to stand in the center of the platform where the teacher's table was located. Harry tilted his head watching the man. He figured this would be the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore.
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet I would like to say a few words! Nitwit, Blubber, Oddment, Tweak! Thank You!"
Harry just stared open-mouthed to where the man had sat down.
"Is that what one would label insanity?" Harry turned to Draco. "He's our headmaster? He sounds like a crazy old man! How are we going to learn anything if he's in charge here!" Harry was almost pleading for Draco to tell him the man was an imposter by the end of his sentence.
Draco just chuckled at him.
"Most of the Professors are Masters in their fields. That old fool has nothing to do with our studies." Draco assured him before turning to dish out his food from the plates at the center of the table.
"Are we allowed to eat now?" Harry whispered to Draco. Draco smiled.
"Sure! Take what ever you like! But mind your manners." Draco warned, falling easily into a protective mentor type of relationship with Harry.
"Manners?" Harry whispered. He hated this. Hated not knowing how to act or what was expected of him. When it came to his studies, he was confident and proud to a fault. However, it seemed that in almost any other situation, one little thing could have him curling in on his self in uncertainty. He hated feeling like a scared little boy.
"Just don't eat with your mouth open. Put your napkin in you lap. Take small bites. Things like that." Draco mumbled back to Harry, talking quietly enough so that no one else could hear their conversation.
"So, Harry. Tell us what it is like to grow up as the Glorified Boy-Who-Lived." A boy to the right of Blaise sneered nastily to Harry after a few minutes of quiet conversation between the Slytherin house.
"I'm sorry. Seeing as I was raised in a house of muggles who hated the very air I breath, I wouldn't know." Harry told the boy, not unkindly. He couldn't explain something he didn't understand himself.
Theo Nott's mouth dropped open as he stared at the tiny dark haired boy sitting across the table.
"Theo, you mother raised you to act better than that." Pansy spoke, primly wiping the corners of her mouth before she spoke. Theo went red and turned back to his plate. Harry looked in confusion to the girl across the table from him. Pansy simply winked at Harry before continuing her dinner.
Harry frowned, but chose not to speak up. She seemed to be defending him, but for what reason he couldn't figure out. Was that boy, Theo, being rude? Harry shook his head, deciding he had probably missed something in the conversation again.
"Eat Harry." Draco nudged his side. "We'll be leaving soon to go to the Dormitories and you've hardly touched your food." Draco gave Harry a disapproving look and Harry ducked his head embarrassed.
Harry ate as much as he could, but looking at the others plates, he knew it was not a lot. 'Stupid Dursleys' Harry sneered in his head.
"Alright. First Years follow me." An older boy stood up at the end of the Slytherin table and Harry realized that he had lost track of time at some point. Wiping his mouth as Draco had done, Harry stood from the bench and followed closely behind Draco. Harry took in all of his surroundings as they walked, memorizing every turn they made, every floor the descended, and even a few of the portraits along the way. After a good while, the older boy who was ahead of them all stopped in front of what looked to be a plain wall. Whispering something quietly, the boy stepped back as the wall turned into a doorway. Everyone filed quickly through in before stepping into a massive room. The walls were lined with bookcases and fireplaces. In front of every fireplace were what looked to be cushioned chairs and couches. Following the crowed, Harry found him self paying less attention to the people around him and more attention to the titles he could read off of the book shelf closest to him. He avidly read title after title, speculating what information each book might contain until he felt a sharp elbow hit his side.
Harry's head snapped around, only to see the dark man from the teachers table standing at the front of the room looking directly at him. Harry looked away from the man's eyes quickly, trying not to visibly cringe at the unintentional eye contact.
"May I ask, Mr. Potter, what you find so very interesting that you chose to pay me no mind?" the man asked.
"The books, sir. I was reading the titles. I've never read those books." Harry answered the question, totally missing the menacing undertone and annoyance in the adult's words. The Professor looked at the small boy critically for a moment before speaking again.
"Be that as it may, Mr. Potter. I suggest you focus your microscopic attention span on the rules I am outlining. We wouldn't want you in detention on your first night, would we?" the Professor sneered.
Harry looked down embarrassed, but tried his hardest to listen to the Professor now.
"As I was saying, my name is Professor Severus Snape. I am the resident Potions Professor as well as your head of house. There are a few rules that all in the Slytherin house must follow. First, Slytherin sticks with Slytherin. House loyalty is not only expected, it is required. Second, I will not tolerate my snakes becoming known troublemakers. If you must settle an issue, do not get caught. Is that clear?"
Heads nodded around the room and many of the children snickered and smirked. Harry listened carefully to the rules. They seemed logical. Slytherin was known as the cunning and loyal house. It made sense that these traits would be encouraged by the house rules.
"Lastly, Curfew for first years is 9 o'clock sharp. Anyone caught out of their rooms after that time will be given detention. Seeing as it is now 8:45, I suggest you all make your way to your rooms for the night. I will hand out schedules in the morning."
Without saying a word, Professor Snape turned at stalked from the room. However, not before sending one more glare in Harry's direction.
So there we have it! Chapter 4! And Snape makes an Appearance!
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