New Conditions [DRARRY]

"Balance."

What the bloody hell just happened?

The Grand Hall erupted into screams once the Hat announced its bizarre sorting for Harry. His brain short-circuited as he froze in place, not noticing
Snape had snatched him by his collar and was halfway dragging him out of the chaotic room. The moment had changed drastically all in one minute and Harry was left to hear the muffled wails coming from behind the Grand Hall's doors as they began to fade when Snape hauled him into Dumbledore's office.

The boy was struggling under Snape's grasp as he tried to wiggle himself out of the other man's grip. Harry spoke first, "Let me go!"

"You are in no such demands Potter, you and I both know that," Snape remarked, releasing his grip on Harry's robes as the young one struggled to keep hold of himself. "Getting angry will not help your case so I expect you to compose yourself by the time the Headmaster gets here."

"I don't wanna see h-"

"And I require complete and utter silence until he arrives." said the long-haired man in a harsh tone. "Have I made myself clear?"

Harry glared at the older man in front of him in between harsh breaths. His taunts making it harder for him to keep himself collected even though it was embarrassing for Harry to be seen like this in front of Snape, displaying some sort of vulnerability to him. Not only that but amongst other reasons Snape was always one to get under his skin. Alternatively, rather than responding with something sarcastic, he pushed down his resentment towards his Professor as best as he could and nodded shortly before the conversation went silent.

Minutes later, voices were heard as it echoed beyond the staircase for it to reach Harry's ears. The green-eyed boy acted at the hearing of Dumbledore and almost ran out before a hand caught his robes and tugged him back where he was now standing before the Headmaster and the other Professors.

Once again, Dumbledore would not meet his eye as he did in his hearing. It sprang a powerful emotion inside Harry as he grew more agitated at the mere presence of the old man. A voice behind Dumbledore was first to say something before Harry could do anything, it was McGonagall. "Mr. Potter, we reckon how stressful this is for you. I'm here to inform you we are just as confused as everyone else is at the moment but first and foremost before we address these drastic turn of events; we'd like to know what happened in that conversation between you and the Hat."

"You don't think I have anything to do with this, do you?" said Harry irritably, it irks him to think his Professors were rooting against him.

"No, Harry. We simply want to know what was spoken about during your conversation. No one is blaming you." She assured him.

Harry stood there for a moment, dropping his defensive stance. Even though it only happened moments ago, everything in his brain was scrambled. "I-I don't." His mouth didn't seem to be working. "I can't remember. It all happened so-"

"The boy doesn't seem to remember." a voice drawled from the crowd of Professors.

"He's shaken up— it's understandable for him not to remember word for word." Another voice retorted.

"Let him speak!"

"He spoke to the Hat not only less than ten minutes ago. He's visible that he's trying to stall us-"

"Alright, alright." McGonagall interrupted their feud session. "Professor's please, if you may let Mr. Potter here have a few minutes to think."

Harry mouthed the words 'thanks.' She curtly lifted a hand to fix her spectacles as her eyes signaled a sign and Harry read it as happy to help.