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Chapter Four: Slytherin

As Harry stood to exit the Great Hall, he felt a firm hand grip his shoulder.

"Harry." Dumbledore said only the one word, but motioned for Harry to follow him as he headed towards the small room beside the teacher's table.

Once they had gone into the room and the Headmaster had closed the doors, he began to speak.

"Harry, do you have any idea why the Sorting Hat decided you were unfit for your own house?"

"Honestly Professor, I don't. I don't know what happened, or why I'm in Slytherin now, and I really don't want to be in Slytherin!"

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"Yes, Professor. Do I have to be in Slytherin?" Harry asked sadly, his eyes showing his emotions.

"I'm afraid so, Harry. The Sorting Hat has spoken," Dumbledore replied solemnly. "Though I must admit, it is quite curious it would place you in a new house for no reason at all. As it said, a resorting has only happened once before in the entire history of Hogwarts."

"So... What now? Do I have to live with them?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I believe you will find that all of your belongings have already been put into the Slytherin dormitories." The old wizard replied, as he gazed into the fire crackling quietly in the middle of the room.

"Do I have to stay there, Professor?" Harry asked desperately. He really didn't want to live with the Slytherins.

"Yes, my boy. You have to attend classes with them, sit with them for meals, sleep in their dorms, and listen to their Head of House. You do not have to associate with them, you can still visit your friends in Gryffindor, and root for whichever Quidditch team you like. But as of now, you are a Slytherin, Harry."

"Does that mean I'm not seeker for Gryffindor, anymore?" Harry asked, hoping for the answer he didn't expect.

"Yes, Harry. You are no longer the Gryffindor seeker. But you could still try out for the Slytherin team and beat young Draco, if you wish." The old man's eyes twinkled deviously.

There was an idea. Harry thought amusedly. I'd love to see the look on his face if he got kicked off the team and replaced by me. But deep down, Harry knew he couldn't play for Slytherin; it would feel like he was betraying his friends in Gryffindor. But he would miss Quidditch.

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Harry sulked the whole way to the dungeons, dreading what was to come this year. Was it really worth being taken away from his friends, his family, to keep his inheritance a secret? Maybe. He would have to wait a while before he could decide.

Once Harry reached the hallways of the dungeons, he realized he had no idea where he was going.

"Dammit!" He cursed, and kicked one of the walls in frustration.

"Lost, Potter?" Came the slow, bitter tone of the one and only Potions teacher.

"Yes, sir." Harry sighed. He was having a bad day.

"Follow me." He stated simply, and took off at a brisk pace.

Harry struggled to keep up, and was trying desperately to keep track of all the turns they were taking along the way. Snape stopped abruptly, turning to face the ex-Gryffindor.

"Two lefts after the potions room. First wall on the left," He tapped the wall on their left. "Aperi murum." And the wall disappeared, replaced by the entrance to the Slytherin common room.