Not Slytherin, Eh? | Drarry |

The Start of Chaos

The great hall was in complete silence, well except for Fred and George who were loudly exclaiming their bets and pushing galleons, knuts, sickles, and whatever odd knickknacks they could pull from their pockets or anyone who was close enough pockets. They were betting on who was going to get sorted into what house, now this would be nothing new as they usually made bets on the first years anyways. But some of the names they bet on weren't first years at all, they even bet on themselves and many of the students would have found their bets hilarious because who wouldn't laugh at Fred claiming Draco Malfoy was actually a Hufflepuff and only got into Slytherin because his father would have heard about it otherwise.

But no one was laughing, unless it was a nervous chuckle of course. They had all been listening happily to Dumbledore's speech. It wasn't as spectacular as the very first speech Harry had heard the old man give; "Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" it's odd the things one's mind chooses to remember sometimes. He was talking about school changes and such with a few odd jokes that had everyone chuckling just a bit when a high "Hem Hem." Interrupted him. There was something about the woman and her sickeningly sweet smile that suddenly had everyone in the hall feeling a bit uneasy. Especially Harry who recognized the toad of a woman.

Then Dumbledore stroking his beard with a thoughtful look in his eyes spoke the words that many thought were a joke of some sort. Nervous laughs and tense silence followed. He spoke of a resorting, keeping the explanations short. "The resorting will begin tomorrow before breakfast at eight starting with second years and ending with seventh years. Anyone absent will be resorted at dinner, alone, so best not miss it. Now let the feast begin!" Dumbledore concluded with a clap of his hands, even as food appeared and golden goblets became filled no one ate. They were too busy mumbling to their friends or perhaps shouting is a better word.

There was a plethora of emotions in the great hall. Harry looked as though he was going to be ill much like Neville Longbottom, but then again it didn't take much to make Neville turn green in the face. Ron looked annoyed but not angry, as though he had stubbed his toe. Hermione had a look upon her face that was something between sucking on a lemon and smelling something truly repulsive.

"This is stupid, I bet everyone's going to get sorted into the same house," Ron said the frown on his face slowly disappearing as he piled more and more food onto his golden plate.

"I'll probably get Hufflepuff..." Neville said meekly to no one in particular.

"They did something to the hat...it's different," Hermione said her face still screwed up as she stared at the toad of the woman at the staff table finding the woman far more interesting than food at the moment.

"Harry are you alright?" Neville asked noticing that Harry looked as though he had just received a death sentence.

"Fine," Harry said curtly as he continued to stare at his lap the slight panic that was once written plainly across his face being replaced by a mask of indifference although the terror was still easily seen in his emerald eyes.

Harry remembered the sorting-hats words clearly, he could hear its rough voice in his mind and for a moment he almost thought someone had placed the hat head. He could remember every single detail about that first day in fact and even a bit of the morning after. He even still had the occasional dream about walking through those huge doors and seeing it all for the first time. The thought alone had him grinning. But the entire sorting had been terrifying the first time and the thought of the hat suddenly deciding that he didn't belong in Gryffindor anymore left him feeling sick, the thought of being ripped from his friends was terrible, to say the least.