Not Slytherin, Eh? | Drarry |

It Just Happens To Be Bad

 

The whole hall fell silent once again as Harry stood up shakily and made his way to the stool. He pushed down any fear and doubt and summoned all the Gryffindor courage he could. He was determined to convince the hat, he even wondered if he could somehow cast Imperius or something just in case. He sat down on the stool and gave Hermione and Ron one last glance before the hat fell over his eyes obscuring the hall from view; thankfully.

"Welcome back Harry Potter." A small familiar voice said in his ear.

Harry decided to stay with his past tactics. 'Not Slytherin, Please, anywhere but Slytherin.'

"And what if I refuse? Will you try and cast the imperious on me?" The hat asked bemusedly.

Harry could practically feel his heart trying to beat right out of his chest.

"Well let's see, still have plenty of courage that's for certain. Still, have that thirst to prove yourself though. Hmm, this was much easier when I could take opinions into account oh yes, I could happily send you over to Gryffindor again...but now..." The voice continued.

Harry's hands gripped the stool tightly as he listened to the hat mutter on not only about his mind but a few foul things about the ministry as well. He soon found out how Hermione felt to be up on the stool so long. And the whispers that had broken out weren't helping him keep his calm at all.

"Slytherin would help you on your way to greatness, yes that's still very clear. Full of opportunities...It'd be a chance to unite..." The hat mumbled something about warnings and the greater good which had Harry feeling like he was about to throw up right then and there.

'It'd cause chaos, pain, I'd be even more hated than I already am. No one even trusts me anymore' Harry thought hoping to keep the hat from doing something stupid like sorting him into Slytherin.

"Ah no, no, it'd be short-lived. Bring them together or the consequences shall be dire...Death..." Harry wasn't sure if the hat had said the last part or if he had imagined it.

"SLYTHERIN!"

All the dread and fear that Harry assumed he was going to feel dissipated. Instead, he was livid, livid because of all the being chosen business. Why couldn't the hat have picked someone else, anyone else? Didn't he already has enough on his plate with Voldemort's return and Cedric's death and the whole-bloody wizarding world either looking at him like he was their savior or a fame-hungry bastard?

He hadn't even realized that he was now sitting at the Slytherin table with a murderous look on his face. that was effectively keeping the rest of the great hall at bay. Even the most daring of Slytherins didn't dare sit too close to him as he looked rather unstable. The glare he sent at the sorting-hat would have made Snape proud.

He didn't pay attention to the rest of the sorting although he did give Ron a few glances. But found he simply couldn't bear to look at him when he was sorted into Gryffindor. It not only made him angry at Ron for always having everything so easy, but it also had him mad at himself for being such a freak. The words bounced around in his skull like a malicious echo. Sometimes it sounded like his uncle, sometimes like his aunt, sometimes Cedric. Cedric's death had only truly begun to sink in after he returned to privet drive last summer.

With a low growl, Harry turned his eyes to the staff table where his green orbs landed upon a toad of a woman. He was livid; and that woman was at the bottom of it all, her and all those corrupt ministry workers. He couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips when Umbridge's chair gave out beneath her the legs shattering as though they were nothing but toothpicks. He was hoping she would have swelled up like a balloon like he had done to his god awful 'aunt', but he settled for the little bit of revenge he had gotten.

The only other thing that had really caught his attention during the sorting was when the twins were called up, well Fred was called up but they both walked up. McGonagall didn't look amused, but let George stand next to his twin since he was next anyways.

"SLYTHERIN!" The only noise was Ron who had began to choke on his tongue.

It was the same with George as well. Not one but two Weasleys being sorted into anything but Gryffindor in ages. Unlike Harry, the twins were beaming as they swaggered over to the Slytherin table and sat on either side of a shocked Harry Potter.

"Well hullo there Harry." George greeted with a huge grin.

"Might want to close that mouth of yours, you'll attract flies." Said Fred his grin just as wide and his twins.

"Well, I'm glad I'm not alone." Said, Harry, a weak smile gracing his features.

"And the three of us will become four after this little guy hatches." Said George pulling the same egg from before from under his robes.

"Are you sure that's not just a chicken egg?" Harry asked staring at the light brown egg that looked perfect for scrambled eggs.

"How dare you." Fred hissed covering the egg with his hands as if it had ears.

"It's an egg." Harry said flatly.

"Just because it's an egg doesn't mean it doesn't have feelings." Fred hissed before both him and his brother moved a little ways across from him and began to eat their dinner, sending him glares all the while. Harry simply found it amusing especially when Fred started trying to feed the egg as if it was a baby. He didn't bother to eat as his stomach was rather full with a churning anger, but he was in a slightly better mood.