A Bitter Silence (Version two of 'Silence is Music?')

7

We missed most of the feast, but arrived back just in time for the school song! I, of course, couldn't sing, so I just sat there until I realised that The twins were doing a funeral march! At which point I summoned my trumpet and played along with them. What? It's not like I can make much other noise is it?

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something, please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we've forgot,

Just do your best, we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot.

I finished with a trumpet solo and Dumbledore wiped a tear from his eye.

I waved away my trumpet and we were sent to bed.

The way to the Snakes cave was long and winded, and I'm sure the sourly prefect at the front meant for us to get lost, because when we turned a corner, he was suddenly not there.

Damn that slimy git (as Ron would say)

I looked around, there was a massive green tapestry and I stepped over to it. Malfoy was complaining loudly, and I was ready to shut his pale mouth with my fist.

But, no, I looked past the tapestry, and there was a short passage to another hanging. Bingo.

I ushered the others through, and we slipped through to the other side. There there was a corridor.

The prefect wandered in to the corridor, not noticing us yet, and we slipped silently up behind him, following him to a brick wall. "Salazar." We slipped in while he greeted a portrait, lounging on the sofas while he walked in.

His face was PRICELESS!!!!

"Hello, Patrick," Malfoy drawled.

His name was Patrick?!

"We realised you'd wandered off and decided to save you a seat, because we thought you would be cold, Patrick, we warmed up a seat for you, do please sit down."

As he was sitting down, I coated the armchair with spreadable itching powder and he leapt up, screaming at the top of his lungs.

High-fives all round!

It was then I realised that I DO belong in Slytherin, that, even if this was the 'Evil' house, that even if I grew up with the Weasleys, that even if my whole family (Weasleys and other) were blood traitors, that I belong in Slytherin. And no where else.

A sense of belonging for once. This is where my true family lies.

As we went to bed, I pondered on this, wandered why, before falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.