Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, so I do not own Harry Potter, or any characters you recognize.

Hey, guys! I was going to post this a lot later, but I decided not to keep you guys in suspense! Lucky you!

Also, sorry if my updates are irregular. I have a lot of extracurricular activities, and I have so much homework. I guess that's what I get for testing into the most advanced classes. Seriously, though. Last year, I was so happy to find out that I was in the best classes, but now, I regret it, because of all that homework! I have a life!

Okay, enough ranting. Sorry about that.

"Wh- er, uh, um, well," Draco stammered, trying to think of something. Then his eyes suddenly narrowed. "Salazar," he snarled.

Harry inwardly panicked. Keeping a confused facade on, he turned around. "Where?" he asked. "Isn't Salazar Slytherin some evil guy who believed in pureblood supremacy? I'm a halfblood! Should I hide?" Harry said, his face completely straight.

Draco blinked, confused. "B-but you're Salazar! He's not behind you! You are him. Him are you," Draco said. Then he blinked. "Er, he is you."

Harry almost started laughing. Godric really didn't have any tact. He couldn't just accuse someone of being Salazar Slytherin without getting more information first!

"Slytherin is me? Huh? Hold on, I'm a bit confused. Are you calling me some evil guy who ran away from Hogwarts because of all the mu-ggleborns? Would Slytherin be going back if he ran away from it?" Harry questioned. Yes, because he wanted to see how to turned out.

Draco blinked. He obviously hadn't thought of that. "Er, no? I mean, yes? I mean, no! I was just, erm, playing a prank on you? Yeah, it was a prank. Ha-ha! Yes! Pranks are fun?" he said, obviously just saying whatever popped into his head. "Er, I'm just going to go now."

"Bye!" Harry called, snickering as Draco walked out of the door.

Harry left Flourish and Blotts carrying colossal amount of books. McGonagall even had to carry some of them for him. They wouldn't even all fit in his trunk and cauldron, and McGonagall refused to "teach" him the shrinking charm for his books, because she claimed that they didn't teach it until Fourth Year Charms.

"Fine. But since you won't teach me, can I have a pet?" Harry had asked. After turning on the charm, as well as the puppy-dog eyes, Harry emerged from Eyelop's Owl Emporium with a new snowy owl named Hedwig. He had thought about getting a snake, until he realized that it might expose him as a Parselmouth, which would cause even more suspicion from Draco Malfoy.

After playing with Hedwig for a while, the Transfiguration teacher practically dragged him to Ollivander's, saying how they should go back to the orphanage soon, which annoyed Harry slightly. He had no idea where his old wand was and he wasn't very keen on meeting another Ollivander. Salazar hadn't been particularly fond of the previous Ollivander. He would have never admitted it, but the old man terrified him. A lot. Which was hard to do, considering all those things that Salazar was afraid of. Embarrassingly enough, his previous Boggart had even been Ollivander, staring at him with those pale, unblinking eyes. Harry shuddered at the thought and almost walked into one of the fragile-looking walls of the shop.

"Ah, Mr. Potter. I've been expecting you," a descendent of the Ollivander that Salazar had known whispered eerily.

Harry suppressed the urge to shudder again. "Hello, Mr. Ollivander. I'm here for a wand."

No duh.

Myriads of wand boxes were scattered on the floor as Ollivander practically bounced after announcing that he blabbered about some eleven inch holly and phoenix feather wand. A few seconds later, Ollivander handed him the wand.

Harry rolled his eyes and looked skeptically at the wand, waved it, and was stunned to see it produce a stream of green and silver sparks.

"Oh, bravo!" Ollivander cried, before proceeding to feed Harry a story about how the brother wand gave him the scar and was wielded by Voldemort.

"That's nice, Mr. Ollivander. But I was wondering if you had some wands from the founders of Hogwarts?" Harry inquired politely, trying to figure out if he could get his past wand to work.

Ollivander froze. "And why are you asking this, Mr. Potter?"

Harry shrugged innocently. "I was just curious."

"Funny that you should ask this, Mr. Potter. Three other students have asked me this question this summer, all beginning Hogwarts this year. One was able to wield Godric Gryffindor's, another was able to wield Helga Hufflepuff's, and the other produced marvelous effects from Rowena Ravenclaw's."

Harry attempted to keep his expression neutral. So, most likely, the other founders were alive and the same age as him. "I would like to try Slytherin's wand, Mr. Ollivander. I think it would be useful to have more than one wand, in case something happens to the first. Hypothetically, if I was able to use Slytherin's, how much would it cost?" Harry asked.

"It would cost the same as any other wand, Mr. Potter. Seven galleons. Here, why don't you give this a shot?" Immediately, Ollivander handed Harry another wand. His wand. Salazar's wand. His beautiful, twelve inch, ebony and basilisk scale wand. Harry ran his finger down it and waved it. It responded to him brilliantly. Harry felt ecstatic.

"It works!" Harry cried joyfully, grinning ear to ear. "Here you go, fourteen galleons!" Harry actually skipped out of the store. McGonagall followed him.

"Well, Mr. Potter, today has been a very exciting day, but I believe it is now time for you to go back to the orphanage," McGonagall told him sternly.

Harry nodded happily. "Okay," he agreed. "Thanks, by the way. Bye!" And with that, Harry Potter strolled off to the orphanage, carrying all his things, and grinned.

Time to correct his eyesight.

"Time to go, kids! Off to the Hogwarts Express!" Julia hollered. "Grab your portkey and activate it by saying, 'Education is important'!" As soon as the words left her mouth, she disappeared off to Platform Nine and Three Quarters.

All the kids followed, including Harry, who was wearing his fake glasses just for show. He couldn't wait to see Hogwarts again. Then, he would be able to visit the Chamber of Secrets again and see Jonathan Robert Joseph (John Bob Joe, or JBJ for short), his basilisk again! Harry remembered when he was still struggling to name John Bob Joe. Godric, the resident object and animal namer had declared that the baby basilisk looked like a Jonathan Robert Joseph. Salazar had shot the idea down immediately, saying that it didn't flow, but JBJ disagreed and said that he liked the name, cutting off Salazar's protests. Godric had looked at him smugly, before naming Salazar's left shoe.

Harry reappeared at the Platform, where parents were sobbing and hugging their children. He scowled at them, levitated his trunk containing his shrunken books and supplies, marched on the train and looked for an empty compartment. Unfortunately, the compartment closest to empty already had an occupant in it- a redheaded girl.

Dragging his trunk instead of levitating it (it would be sure to attract the attention of the girl, who looked to be a first year), Harry opened the door and asked, "Is it okay if I sit here? All the other compartments are full."

The girl smiled at him kindly and nodded. "Of course," she said. "I'm Susan Bones. First year."

Harry grinned at her. "I'm Harry. Also a first year."

Susan laughed. "What? So no last name? Would I be correct if I said you were Harry Potter?" she asked, her eyes scanning his forehead for his famous scar.

Harry sighed. "Well, you aren't incorrect when you say that. It's rather annoying when people say, 'Merlin! You're Harry Potter! You defeated You-Know-Who!', and all that nonsense. Why are they telling me that? Trust me, I've read about myself many times, and all the books say different things. I mean, how would they know about me? Only four people were at my house that night, and three of them died. I was a baby, so I wouldn't remember. Where are they getting their information from?" he ranted. He hated false information, and needed to find out what really happened that night. How did he survive?

Right after Harry finished his rant, the door opened, and Draco Malfoy stepped in.

"Hey," Draco greeted. "I just ditched those mindless goons whose jobs are to follow me around, courtesy of my father. Do you mind if I sit here? My name's Draco, Draco Malfoy," he said to Susan.

Susan grinned. "Make yourself comfortable. I'm Susan Bones. This here, is Harry Potter," Susan said, nudging Harry a bit. "Say hello, Mr. Celebrity," she teased.

Draco's eyes widened. "You're Harry Potter? Well, now I've officially embarrassed myself that day at Madam Malkin's," he joked.

Harry laughed. Then he decided to make Draco a bit nervous. "Did you hear about how at Ollivander's, four wands that belonged to the founders were sold to four first years?"

Draco and Susan both stiffened.

Harry's felt his heart stop at Susan's movement. Was she Helga or Rowena?

"Well, yes, actually. I was able to buy Hufflepuff's," Susan said, looking slightly nervous. Good girl. Helga had never been able to lie, so she knew if she tried, she wouldn't convince anyone.

Draco stared at her. "Really? I was able to buy Gryffindor's! My father looked terrified when it chose me, though. He wanted me to get Slytherin's."

"That's right!" Harry chirped, grinning. Time to make the two other first-years feel awkward. "Draco, weren't you talking about how you were the reincarnation of Godric Gryffindor, or something?" Harry was inwardly cracking up. The expression on Susan's face was priceless.

"Godric?" Susan asked, forgetting Harry's existence somehow.

"Helga," Draco breathed, also forgetting about how Harry was in the compartment. The two embraced each other in a hug.

"Ahem." Harry coughed, trying to seem out of place and awkward, which, really, wasn't that hard.

"Oh!" Susan cried, her face as red as her hair. "Sorry about that. Er, we were just-"

"-Eating Pumpkin Pasties," Draco blurted randomly. Susan stared at him incredulously.

"You were eating Pumpkin Pasties?" Harry asked, also staring at Draco. Godric was even worse than Helga when it came to lying, but really? Eating Pumpkin Pasties?

"Y-Yes. I mean, no? Er, prank! This was another prank! Yeah," Draco said awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot, not unlike a guilty child.

The rest of the train ride was silent, except for the few whispers exchanged from Susan to Draco.

Harry took the time to decide which house he was to get sorted into. If he chose Slytherin, that would attract attention, and people would worry about the Boy-Who-Lived going dark. If he got into Gryffindor, he would have to be surrounded by crazy hooligans with no brains, not to mention all those mudbloods and muggle-lovers. If he chose Ravenclaw, then he would be stuck with a bunch of know-it-alls and kill-joys. If he got into Hufflepuff, he would be surrounded by weak-minded leftovers who were too stupid for Ravenclaw, not ambitious enough for Slytherin, and too cowardly for Gryffindor.

Slytherin it is, he thought. To avoid everything thinking he turned dark, he would have to charm all the teachers and students. He would be helpful, brilliant, and a model student. Like usual, his acting would be flawless, so, hopefully, no one would suspect anything of him.

"Four to a boat!" the massive gamekeeper shouted. Harry barely refrained from wrinkling his nose at the filthy halfbreed. Looking around, he chose to sit with Draco and Susan, as well as some bushy-haired girl, who was looking around like she was searching for someone.

"Are you looking for something?" Harry asked her politely.

She blushed. "Oh, no, but thank you for asking. I'm Hermione Granger."

"Harry Potter," Harry replied. "I've never heard of your surname. Are you muggleborn?" he asked, trying to keep the disgust out of his voice.

"Yes," she answered. "I'm the first one in my family with magic. My family was so shocked when the Hogwarts letter came. They thought it was a prank. But Harry Potter? I've read all about you! How did you survive the Killing Curse?"

Harry shrugged. "I don't know. But don't listen to what those books tell you. I mean, how do they know what happened? There were only four people at my house that night. Three of them died, and I was a baby? So really, where are they getting their information from?"

The mudblood's eyes widened. "So the books are wrong? B-but they're books! They can't be wrong!" she said, horror evident in her voice.

"Harry's right. I'm Susan Bones, by the way," Susan chimed in. Hmph. Eavesdropper.

"The authors do have no way of finding out what happened. My name's Draco Malfoy," Draco added in.

Granger looked scandalized. "Then how were they allowed to publish it? I swear, this media thing is getting outrageous! Back in my day, they didn't allow people to print false information like this!"

Harry frowned. "Back in your day? What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"That's what I would like to know! I mean, it's not like you were alive back then! So, how exactly would you know this?" Susan asked curiously.

"Yeah," Draco agreed. "I mean, it's not like you're a time-traveller, or the reincarnation of someone back then," he said, obviously suspecting something.

Ah, Harry thought. He suspects that she's Rowena, doesn't he?

Granger looked extremely nervous. "I-I've read articles on how things were like back then," she stammered.

"But what did you mean when you said, 'Back in your day'?" Harry questioned, his eyes narrowed.

The mudblood appeared to steel herself and hide her emotions. "I was writing something for a research project back in my muggle school. The assignment was written in first person, and it took place thousands of years ago. We had to read our essays in front of the whole class, so I practiced mine multiple times, in order to not make a fool out of myself," she lied. Rowena had always been a better liar than Godric and Helga, but no one ever got past Salazar when it came to lies and half-truths.

"Don't muggle schools end in June and begin in September? You've had two months to forget the assignment. I find it highly unlikely that you would still be talking in first person when it comes to thousand of years ago," Harry argued.

Granger paled. "H-how would you know?"

Harry smirked. "I went to a muggle school. I'm a halfblood, you see. Living in the muggle world for eleven years causes me to be aware of these things."

"Well, I-I don't see how this is any of your business," Granger spluttered, her face turning slightly pink.

Harry's smirk widened. "Very well."

"Welcome to Hogwarts," McGonagall said. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony, because while you are here, your House will be something like your family within Hogwarts." The Transfiguration professor continued to drone on and on about Hogwarts.

"I heard we get sorted by taking a test," a boy said, looking frightened.

"Well, I heard that we have to wrestle a troll," another boy said.

"My sister said that the teachers pick names out of a hat," a girl said.

Harry snorted. At least the girl got the hat part right. But wrestle a troll? Really? That would surely kill a lot of first years. And taking a test? On what? Personality? Oh, please, people could be dishonest!

"New students!" said a ghost. The Fat Friar, Salazar recalled, judging from his kind expression and his round body. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?"

A few students nodded.

"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" the ghost said. "My old House, you know."

Harry inwardly sneered. Him, get into Hufflepuff? He'd rather be kissed by a dementor! Hufflepuff! Ugh!

"Move along now," said a sharp voice. McGonagall. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start."

McGonagall proceed to tell the first years to form a line. With that, the group took off into the Great Hall.

"Wow!" Harry heard a bunch of first years gasp. The Great Hall certainly looked different from when Salazar was alive, but then again, that was thousands of years ago. Still, it had nothing on Slytherin Manor. Ah, how he longed to go back. Harry's thoughts were interrupted when the old Sorting Hat (It was still alive and working?) burst into 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!

McGonagall began calling people to the stool for Sorting. "Abbott, Hannah!"

A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, and sat down. After a moment's pause, the hat yelled, "HUFFLEPUFF!"

Susan Bones was next. After what seemed like a long conversation with the hat, it yelled, "HUFFLEPUFF!" as well. Susan beamed and skipped over to the Hufflepuff table, where people were applauding. Harry snorted. If Susan got anywhere other than Hufflepuff, then he'd eat the Sorting Hat. Where else could the reincarnation of Helga Hufflepuff go?

The Sorting continued, and Harry felt himself growing bored. After a while, "Granger, Hermione" was called.

The mudblood ran to the stool and stuck the hat on her head. She, too, seemed to have a conversation with the hat. "RAVENCLAW!" the hat finally yelled.

After what seemed like forever, Draco Malfoy was called. The reincarnation of Gryffindor walked confidently to the stand. The Slytherin table seemed to get ready to clap, and Harry resisted to urge to snicker. Draco was definitely going into Gryffindor.

Five minutes passed, and Draco was still having what looked to be a very cheerful conversation with the hat, judging by his happy expression, and the Sorting Hat declared, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Silence. Utter silence filled the call. People stared at him incredulously. A Malfoy, in Gryffindor? The Slytherins stared at Draco in horror, some gazing at him in betrayal. Draco seemed to realize all the stares he was getting. He shrugged at them, and happily strolled over to the Gryffindor table. The lions all clapped, still looking stunned.

"It's Sirius Black all over again," Harry heard McGonagall mumble. That peaked Harry's interest. Who was Sirius Black? The name sounded so familiar. Black. . . The Blacks were a dark family from in Salazar's time, he recalled. Had a Black been recently Sorted into Gryffindor?

"Potter, Harry," McGonagall announced. Whispers broke out in the Great Hall.

"Potter, did she say?"

"The Harry Potter?"

Harry rolled his eyes and stepped forward. The hat was dropped onto his head, and he heard the Sorting Hat's voice.

Salazar? the hat asked.

Harry snorted. Well, it certainly isn't Godric. You already Sorted him.

How did you know? the hat wondered.

Godric never has any tact. He gave it away during our first meeting. By the way, do not tell him who I am, or I will chop you to pieces and feed you to John Bob Joe, Harry warned.

You're just a little ray of sunshine, aren't you? the hat said, sarcasm as clear as day.

Just Sort me already, Harry thought. People are looking at me expectantly. Plus, the Gryffindors are getting ready to clap. Just put me into Slytherin.

The hat sighed. Everyone is so rushed these days. No more time for chatting. Fine, I suppose. "SLYTHERIN!"

People gasped. A few fell off their chairs. A greasy-haired, hook-nosed professor sitting at the head table choked on his drink, turned stark white, and dropped his goblet. McGonagall's jaw tightened. Albus Dumbledore's eyes lost their twinkle.

Harry let no emotion show on his face. He walked to the Slytherin table. The Slytherins slowly began clapping. The other Houses remained silent, staring at Harry in horror. They're looking at me like I'm the bloody Dark Lord, Harry thought. Wait. Me as the Dark Lord. That doesn't sound like such a bad idea.

Yay! No cliff-hanger (kind of)! I will try to update again soon, though it might be next month, or the month after. If I update after 2015 starts, then I am SO sorry.

Also, THE BLOOD OF OLYMPUS IS COMING OUT! IT'S FREAKING COMING OUT! SOMEONE KILL ME! I MUST KNOW WHAT HAPPENS!

For those of you who don't know, The Blood of Olympus is the last book of Heroes of Olympus, which is a series by Rick Riordan. Heroes of Olympus is kind of like a sequel series to Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

For my other fanfiction, Mendacium, I'm NOT going to abandon it. Don't worry. I'm just trying my best to work on it and have the next chapter up soon.

ALSO, my goal is to make each chapter AT LEAST 3,000 words or more, so it takes time.

Thanks!

Signing off,

The Pencil Goddess

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