Cursed Child | H.P. {Discontinued}

Chapter 3

"In a rush, Potter?" said Snape, looking at him with his black eyes. Harry avoided his gaze, and instead pretended to be very interested in the stone floor. 

"No, sir," he sighed, and Harry looked back up at Snape reluctantly. The professor was about to respond when Draco and Pansy caught up with Harry, panting slightly and almost tripping over their Slytherin robes. 

"Harry! At least wait for us," Pansy gasped, and then caught sight of Snape and straightened up. "Hello, Professor Snape." Snape just nodded his head in acknowledgement before turning around and heading into the Great Hall, which was slowly filling up with students. 

"Sorry, I just wanted to get away from someone," Harry mumbled, and Pansy patted his shoulder before the trio made their way toward the Slytherin table, which was next to Gryffindor now. 

"Let's find a place far from the Weasel's and Granger," Draco said in a low voice, stuffing his hands into his pockets as they walked down the aisle. Harry kept his gaze on Dumbledore, since he couldn't help but think about the task Draco had told him that he had to do. 

They finally settled down on a bench closest to the High Table, and Draco seemed even paler than usual when Dumbledore looked at the Slytherin table. The Great Hall was slowly filling up with more and more kids, and not long after silence had fallen when Dumbledore raised his hands. 

The first years were now standing in a line, and Professor McGonagall was holding the Sorting Hat. 

Augustus Black was the first one to join the Slytherin table, and even he seemed to be afraid to look Harry in the eyes. 

"Weasley, Dominique," called McGonagall, and a girl with beautiful silver-blonde hair sat down on the stool. (I understand that she wasn't even born, but I'm running out of name ideas.)

"Gryffindor!"

Pansy smirked, and leaned over to Draco and Harry. 

"Those Weasley's can't stop breeding, can they?" she whispered, and the three chuckled quietly. 

There were 8 more Gryffindors, 4 Hufflepuffs, 11 Slytherins, and 5 Ravenclaws. 

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"Come on," Harry said, his stomach full from the magnificent feast, and he stood up. Pansy and Draco followed him to the dungeons, where they went into the empty Slytherin common room. Harry plopped down on the black leather sofa, which was draped with a dark green blanket. 

"Honestly, you should see me in a crown," Harry said thoughtfully, gazing at a beautiful chandelier that was dangling above them. "I'd make those Mudbloods and blood-traitors bow down. One by one." 

"All the blood-traitors?" inquired Pansy, a sly grin spreading across her face while Draco looked intrigued. 

"Well. . ." Harry thought about this for a moment, before frowning. "What d'you mean?" 

"Oh, nothing, nothing. You boys should be getting to bed now," she planted a kiss on Draco's cheek, who went scarlet in the face, and walked up the stairs to the girls dormitory. Harry just rolled his eyes, smiling slightly at his best friends liking for each other, and sighed. 

Who do you like? 

That little voice in the back of his head had emerged, and Harry quickly stood up, following Draco who had already gone up to their dormitory.

Maybe you like the Weasley girl, because of her fierce, brave attitude. Because of that fiery hair, cascading down her back in waves.

No. He could not like a blood-traitor. 

Harry pushed the little voice away as he laid down in his bed with it's dark green, satin covers. The other boys shuffled a bit as he put his glasses on the nightstand, and stared out the window, at the beautiful moon, lost in thought.