A revival of the Slytherin instincts

Harry gets his first lemon drop... he prefers treacle

Harry glanced at his friends on the other side of the hall. They were currently having him resorted, but he knew he was likely to still go to Slytherin. He would be going to Diagon as soon as possible in order to fix this. He wouldn't stay  with the Weasleys. He may love his brothers, but he hated being away from his dad. "Lemon drop, Harry my boy? It will help keep your mind off your worries." Harry was drug out of his thoughts by the headmaster, he agreed and took one thanking the man as he did so. He wouldn't be rude, else it might cause more issues. The man continued to watch him as he put the sweet into his mouth. The hat was put onto his head a few minutes later and immediately shouted out, "Slytherin!" Harry smiled before rushing back to his house, he sighed once he was sitting beside his two best friends. Quite happy to be with them again. The old man was looking at him strangely though, he couldn't quite figure out why. He was thankful for his Potter lord ring that kept him from being affected by potions. Molly had attempted to give him some in the food she had prepared, but they had all banished themselves before they could attack his system. He sat there watching the old man get angrier and angrier. He smiled softly before eating what little he could stomach. He didn't like lemon drops he decided, they tasted horrible. Ronald Weasley made a big scene of jumping up halfway through dinner, only to match over to Harry. "You are meant to be my friend now! My parents adopted you, and you should be grateful, get your butt over to the Gryffindor table and sit down. Now!" Harry merely shakes his head no before ignoring the boy. Ron grabs his arm and attempts to drag him over to the table, only to be cursed by someone unseen. Ronald falls over, his face going red, before all color draining from his body. Ronald Weasley is dead, and the murderer is unknown...