Chapter 8
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Beta: Notsofrilly
''First years! First years! This way!'' shouted a woman. She looked to be in her thirties, had blond hair and seablue eyes who looked to be a professor. Harrison and Tom stood on the platform at Hogsmeade. Behind them stood Abraxas and Cygnus still a bit pale. They just couldn't believe that Tom and Harrison were actually the real Heirs of Slytherin. The four walked over to the hollering professor.
"Who's that?" Harrison asked, while looking at the professor.
Abraxas followed Harrison's gaze, "Professor Tinkler, she teaches Herbology."
"First years! Line up behind me! We're going to the boats!" The first years nodded, except for Harrison and Tom who looked disgusted at the thought of riding a boat.
"Maximum four people to a boat!" Harrison walked ahead and the others followed. He stepped in a boat and so did the others.
"I hope my shoes will stay clean after this." Abraxas complained. The others didn't say anything. When the boat finally stopped, the four climbed out of the boat and followed Professor Tinkler, who was already starting to walk too the castle. With each step the sight of the castle became clearer. When they finally reached it, the professor opened the door and everyone went inside. The first year looked around fascinated with the beautifully decorated walls where several moving portraits and tapestries hung. Harrison and Tom looked calculatingly at the witch who was standing next to Professor Tinkler. She looked to be in her fifties. She had grey hair and her eyes were as blue as the sky. She wore purple robes and looked strict. She cleared her throat, trying to get the attention of the first years. They looked in the direction of the sound and saw the witch who they hadn't seen earlier. Now, they looked more nervously, thinking of what would happen.
"You will enter the Great Hall soon and follow me but first I will give you some instructions. When we're in the Great Hall you will form rows. I will call your name and you will sit on the chair. I will put the sorting hat on your head and he will sort you. When he tells you what house you belong to, you will walk to the table with your new house banner over it. There are four houses: Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Slytherin. Have respect for each other. By the way, my name is Professor Jullison and I teach Charms. Follow me."
The first years and Professor Tinkler followed her. They looked around with wide eyes at the Great Hall, except for Harrison and Tom who thought it beneath them to act like 5 year olds. They assumed that the old man who sat in the middle of the staff table was the headmaster, Professor Dippet. On his right sat Dumbledore. When they saw them they became infuriated, although nobody noticed it. The man at the left end of the table was Professor Slughorn. He sat there smiling as always, hoping that there will be a crop of new talented wizards. The other Professors Harrison and Tom didn't recognize. The first years stopped in front of the staff table, between them stood a chair with a sorting hat on it. Professor Tinkler went back to her own seat. "Begin." The sorting hat nodded and sang his song.
Oh you may not think I'm 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 first years were silent. They were still in shock, they didn't know the sorting hat could speak, let alone sing. Harrison and Tom looked annoying at the hat. They hated songs, but this song was probably the worst they had ever heard. The Professor took a parchment out of her pocket and announced…
"Addons, Abyss." A red haired girl walked nervously up to the chair and sat. Professor Jullison put the hat on her head. After 10 seconds, the hat shouted: "Hufflepuff!" Everyone clapped as Abyss went to her house table.
Professor Jullison continued…
"Ashen, Jason."
"Ravenclaw!"
"Brook, Terry."
"Gryffindor."
"Byllins, James."
"Hufflepuff!"
"Cestine, Nicole."
"Slytherin!"
"Collins, Harrison." Harrison walked to the chair, avoiding Dumbledore's gaze. He sat down on it and the sorting hat was put on his head.
"Hmm… Who do we have here...? Harry?"
"No, my name is Harrison."
"Harrison?" The sorting hat chuckled. "Well, I will call you Harry."
"Go on! I want to be sorted, now."
"Well, you aren't a Hufflepuff. You would hurt too many people."
"Luckily for you, if you put me there I would feed you to the sharks and burn you after that. Or I will let you kiss Tom and then let you meet his wrath." Harrison chuckled.
"Are you sure it is wise to threaten the hat who will decide which house you will be in for the next seven years? Don't answer that. You do belong to the other houses. Intelligent like a Ravenclaw, brave like a Gryffindor and cunning for a Slytherin."
"Just put me in Slytherin!"
"I'll say, better be…"
"Raffinrin!" Everywhere people murmured, Raffinrin?. Harrison still sat there. He didn't know to what house he should go. He looked at Tom who just stood there. Harrison could see that he didn't know what to do either.
Harrison looked at the headmaster, who was speaking to Dumbledore. Harrison didn't like it, he had the feeling they talked about him. When they finished the headmaster stood and the Great Hall grew silent.
"It seems like our Harrison Collins belongs to 3 houses: Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Slytherin. But the rule is that one person may only go to one house. Professor Dumbledore, for the ones who don't know, he teaches Transfiguration and is the Head of Gryffindor, suggested to place Harrison in his house." The Gryffindors cheered and more people talked about Harrison. Harrison looked at Dumbledore furiously. His eyes became red. He could kill him now in front of everyone but decide not to. It would ruin Plan B too. Dumbledore looked shocked at Harrison's red eyes. But he was the only one who was shocked. The other talked to each other and didn't see it.
Tom looked at Harrison. He could see he was beyond angry. Tom himself was too angry but could hide and control it better than Harrison. He quietly prayed that Harrison wouldn't attack Dumbledore. It would ruin their plans. They now had to use Plan B. If one of the two didn't end up in Slytherin they would use that plan.
"Professor…" Harrison said calmly. He counted to 10 and tried to relax. Fortunately it worked. "Can't I choose my own house? I want to go to Slytherin." Dumbledore thought about it but Headmaster Dippet answered before Dumbledore could.
"No. It was kind of Albus to offer you a place in his house and it is respectful in you accept it. Also, you took much time to be sorted and I don't like it to make a scene of this all. Just sit at the Gryffindor table." Harrison walked towards the Gryffindor table, looking as if he could kill someone. When he sat nobody dared to talk to him. He swore to get revenge.
After the others were sorted, Tom, Abraxas and Cygnus went all to Slytherin, the Headmaster spoke some encouraging words and the dinner began. Harrison didn't touch his food. This was going to be a long night for Harrison, Tom and Dumbledore.
Author Note
I hope you like this chapter! It's betaed by notsofrilly. So, if my writing style increased, it's because of notsofrilly. Except for the author notes. These notes I write without being betaed. So, sorry for the mistakes. Ir just feels free to write without being betaed in the author notes. Not that I don't appreciate being betaed!
Everyone thanks for reviewing, PMing and answering my questions! I think Harrison will disappear soon, perhaps chapter 14, beacause I just can't write about a whole year or even more. Sorry, I disappointed some of you and I hope you'll understand.
Also, notsofrilly betaed chapter 7. It's now amazing, but that's my opinion about the writing style. 3 times rewritten, but just like the proverb : 3 maal is scheepsrecht. It's Dutch. I do not know the English proverb.
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Next Chapter: Lemon Drops and Kisses.
Ps: I know the sorting hat's song isn't original, but it's just a tradition, so I put it in this chapter. I quite hopeless when I write poems rhymes, even in my native language: Dutch
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