Later that evening, Harriet found herself standing at the front of the Great Hall with a small crowd of late-coming first years, awaiting her sorting. Cheers from various tables filled the room as the children were sorted into their new houses. As Harriet's name was called, she walked up to the stool calmly and the sorting hat was placed on her head whilst a teacher whom Harriet didn't recognise explained what year Harriet was in and why she was being sorted so late. The second the woman stopped speaking, the hat started talking.
"Interesting.. I do believe there are two houses that'd be suited to you, although they are both similar and entirely different. This'll be difficult. Very difficult indeed. I see an awful lot of Ravenclaw in you, like keeping up with your studies, eh? Hmm.. better be.. SLYTHERIN!"
What? Slytherin? Harriet couldn't believe it. Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach as she slowly rose from the stool and walked glumly towards the sea of green and silver. She sat down at the first empty chair she came across and lay her head on the table. How could she possibly be a Slytherin? Hadn't the sorting hat mentioned Ravenclaw? She didn't even know anyone in Slytherin! The only person she'd been aquatinted with so far in the school was Ron Weasley, but he was in Gryffindor. Harriet barely noticed all of the food appearing on the table. She also didn't notice two large figures pulling out chairs and sitting at either side of her. Harriet eventually became attuned to the cluttering of forks against plates and raised her head from the table, noticing, finally, the blonde in front of her filling his plate with mashed potatoes.
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Potions Class
FanfikceHarriet Comely is a new student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. When the sorting hat places her into the Slytherin house, she feels so out of place there. That is, until the ever so egotistical Draco Malfoy unexpectedly tumbles into h...
