The Patronus Incident - Slytherin AU Drarry

Chapter 1: Re-Sorting

A/N Please read description before reading. Thank You.
~Amy xoxo

3rd Person POV:

Ron, Hermione and Harry were all sat at their usual spot on the Gryffindor table. The candles commonly seen in the Great Hall floated high above there heads as the trio watched the nervous-looking first years get sorted. It was Fifth year, and Harry was hoping for a normal year this time, and it looked as if it might be. No blocked off corridors, mysterious sounds in the school halls, no black, soul-sucking creatures lurking around or a certain tri-wizard tournament to worry about. Everything seemed in order. All except for one, minut detail. Regarding last year, Lupin had left the school, and so hogwarts needed a new DADA teacher.

A small, extremely pink looking woman, with curly, hazel-brown hair strutted over too where Dumbledore stood. She made a high-pitched coughing noise, and Dumbledore excused himself, before sitting down at the teachers table. Everyone was shocked that this woman dare interrupted Dumbledore, but people stayed silent anyway, and decided to listen to what the stubby woman had to say anyway.
"Dear lovley students of Hogwarts, I am your new Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher and High Inquisitor for the Minister For Magic, Professer Dolores  Umbridge." She spoke in a sickly sweet voice, with a missive, sly grin on her face.
"I have done a couple of surveys on your beloved school, and it is to my knowledge that the Sorting Hat is out-of-order."

Everyone looked around, confused. Out-of-order? It looked fine sorting the first years a couple of minutes ago. Although, on second thought, it was done much, much quicker, and there was a couple more protesting groans from students who didn't get the houses they wanted then usual this year. Umbridge continued, a smirk on her face.
"The Sorting Hat has been letting you request what house you want to be in, and take your opinion into account. This is not allowed. So you shall be re-sorted, and you have no opinion of what housre you wish to be in."

To say the hall was in chaos was an understatement. People were shouting, protesting. Even Malfoy, an always-seen-composed Slytherin, was shaken, his pale, built figure slouching in his seat. You can tell by the expression on his face that his father will hear about this.

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Harry's POV:

A re-sorting?!
Oh no. This is bad.
I could be sorted into....Slytherin.

"Harry?! Are you okay?!"
"What? Oh yeah sorry Hermione."
She startled me out of my thoughts.
"Guys! We shouldn't be worried right? We are true Gryffindors! We have been in this house for 4/5 years!"
Ron had a point. Then again....

"Harry you're shaking like a leaf- are you sure you're alright?!"
That was Hermione's worried voice again.
"I'm perfectly fine Hermione.... just nervous."
"Why though mate?"

This time it was Ron. Should I tell them? No. It's probably nothing. I'll stay in Gryffindorb for sure. Hopefully.
"Listen for your names students! Second years first! Roberts, Holly."
It was McGonagall starting the re-sorting that took me out of my thoughts for a second time.

"James, Amanda"
"Slytherin!"

"Walsh, Josie"
"Hufflepuff!"

"Byron, Lucas"
"Gryffindor!"

The names seemed to fly by. And when McGonagall reached the Fourth years, my nerves were really up.

"Weasley, Ginny"
"Gryffindor!"

"Lovegood, Luna"
"Hufflepuff!"

Oh god. Here it comes.
"Now onto Fifth years...." McGonagall announced.

"Nott, Theodore"
"Ravenclaw!"

"Longbottom, Neville"
"Hufflepuff!"

I must have zoned out again for a while, because a voice said in my ear "Wish me luck!" It was Ron.

"Hufflepuff!"

A VERY angry looking Ron Weasley stomped over to the Hufflepuff table. Things were NOT going well so far.

"Granger, Hermione"

"Welp! That's me! Bye Harry!"

I muttered a quick "Bye" as she bounded over to the stool. Hermione was convinced she'd be a Gryffindor. Time to find out.

"Ravenclaw!"

I guess not. A couple more names....

"Potter, Harry"

I stand up, trembling. I try not to fall over on the way there. I feel everyone's eyes on me. It's not helping.
I sit down on the Rickety stool, as my vision goes into darkness. The hat had been placed on my head. My heartbeat thumps in my chest and my mind is racing.
Please not Slytherin. Anything but Slytherin.
I know full well the hat can't take in my opinion. Yet still I will for it to make an exception for me.
I don't know how long I've been sitting here for. The hat is no longer speaking to me like it did in first year, but I can still tell it's questioning whether or not to put me in Gryffindor or Slytherin.
I gulp for the forth time this evening and my mind and body go cold.

"Slytherin!"

A/N Thanks for reading! I apologize for any mistakes. I don't think this is any good but oh well. If you have made it this far and liked it, stick around for the next part! Bye!
~Amy xoxo