Rockabye Baby

5

harry wanted to sigh, it took twenty minutes for Dumbledore to calm the Griffindors, unacceptable, the man was the headmaster he should be able to silence them with one word.

it almost seemed like he wanted them to complain so much that Harry would request a resort, not likely.

the Slytherins didn't know what to make of Harry, yes they beat Griffindore and got Harry, but they also had Harry in their house now.

draco was absolutely preening, harry wanted to roll his eyes this was stupid, harry planned to study get strong destroy the Horcruxes and kill that madman before he could do some real damage, speaking of, Quirrell was simpering at the head table, how had anyone fallen for that act? himself included.

snape was looking at Harry contemplatively clearly unsure what to do about the situation.

as a child, Harry had hated the man, thought of him as evil and cruel, disgusting, they made jokes and comments based on his looks, and looking back as an adult once the man was revealed as a hero Harry had hated his younger self, he had known nothing didn't try to learn anything expecting Hermione would know everything, went along with rons petty behavior and been a bully, just like his father, maybe he didn't suspend a boy and take of his pants with magic in front of a bunch of people, but he wasn't far off it as a child, one more person like ron there egging him on and he would have.

snape honestly wasn't bad looking at all, as a child they played up his flaws the nose was defined but not like a Toucan his teeth had a slight yellow tinge to his teeth but so did many people there were a few in his class, the mans hair was shiny with a healthy shine.

honestly, Harry and his friends had been awful, Hermione didn't participate but she didn't tell them to stop either and that was just as shitty.

the rest of the sorting went quickly and Harry dug into his dinner, avoiding the more unhealthy options, and didn't take dessert, the chatter at the Slytherin table was mostly inane Harry assumed the more important conversations happened behind closed doors.