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Summer with the Dursley’s had been more unbearable for Harry than usual. Ever since the night of Cedric’s death Harry had reoccurring nightmares of the flashing green light and Cedric’s vacant expression, his screams were easily heard throughout the house, which did nothing but anger Vernon and give Dudley more ammunition for his continuous torment.
What made things worse was the unexpected Dementor attack that caused him to get expelled from Hogwarts. Although he was rescued from his yearly Dursley imprisonment and thanks to Dumbledore was allowed back at Hogwarts, Harry couldn’t help but feel anxious when he was informed that he would have to be sorted again.
That’s how Harry found himself sitting at the Gryffindor table, waiting for the first years to be sorted before McGonagall called his name. Apparently assuming that Harry was definitely going to be resorted into Gryffindor, upon leaving for Hogwarts he was told to wear his usual school robes and to sit at the Gryffindor table.
He felt guilty but he couldn’t bring himself to tell Ron and Hermione beforehand that he was being sorted again. The only people who knew were Sirius and Dumbledore and they too seemed adamant that he was one hundred percent going to be resorted into Gryffindor.
As the sorting ceremony was coming to an end Harry felt incredibly nervous and apparently Hermione had caught on.
“Harry, what’s wrong?” Hermione whispered.
“You two are going to hate me because I haven’t said anything but I didn’t know how to.” Harry whispered back.
“Tell us what?” Ron asked.
“Apparently when you’re expelled from Hogwarts you have to be resorted.”
Hermione looked at him in shock, probably because it was something she didn’t know and Ron looked at him in confusion, probably because he didn’t understand why Harry was so worried. He had never told anyone that he had nearly been sorted into Slytherin; it wasn’t something he thought he ever needed to discuss.
Before any of them could say anything the hall erupted in loud claps and Harry realized all first years had been sorted.
“This year is a little bit different than usual. Unfortunately due to a mix up, a current student has to be resorted.” McGonagall explained.
A sea of whispers erupted through the hall and Harry felt worse. Most people had read in The Daily Prophet that Harry had been expelled from Hogwarts before being reinstated; a situation that already made him feel incredibly uneasy. Even if he were resorted into Gryffindor, the comments would still be brutal.
“Harry Potter.” McGonagall announced.
The hall was nearly silent as Harry stood up and made his way towards the front of the hall. He chanced a glance back at his table but the shocked faces that looked back at him did not make him feel any better.
McGonagall gave him a small smile as he sat on the stall, no indication of worry or confusion on her face. It felt like hours before the Sorting Hat was finally placed on his head.
“Very rare that I have to sort a student again, very rare indeed. Where to put you Harry Potter, where to put you?” The Sorting Hat said.
Harry sat there in complete silence, emptying his mind of any thoughts regarding Slytherin, but he felt like it wasn’t enough.
“You have proven well as a Gryffindor, very well indeed. But there is no more for you to learn. Gryffindor has suited you well but I sense a change, a big change that Gryffindor house won’t be able to help you with. Yes, I know where you will thrive. SLYTHERIN!”
The hall erupted into chaos; students from each house were staring whilst talking frantically amongst each other. Harry chanced a look at McGonagall as she took the Sorting Hat off and noted her shocked expression. Harry turned towards Dumbledore who for once did not wear a passive expression; instead he looked alarmed.
Harry groaned as he stood up from the stall. Once up he realized he didn’t know what to do, where to go. He never prepared himself for what happened after he was sorted into Slytherin.
“Potter, with me.” Snape said, suddenly standing by his side.
Harry sighed but didn’t hesitate, Snape was now his head of house and although he didn’t like him, he had to have Snape on his side. He was not immediately led to the Slytherin table; instead he was escorted through the door at the end of the teacher’s table.
Snape pushed Harry through the door and slammed it shut. For a moment they stood there in silence, Snape was examining Harry, his eyes were so focused Harry was sure he hadn’t blinked for an unnatural amount of time.
“Care to explain Potter?” Snape finally said, his gaze now harsh and calculating.
“I was sorted into Slytherin.” Harry replied nonchalantly. He didn’t know what Snape wanted him to say.
“Don’t be smart with me Potter. Why were you sorted into Slytherin? You’re clearly a Gryffindor.”
“No offence Professor but clearly I’m not a Gryffindor at heart if the hat sorted me into Slytherin.”
“Choose your next words carefully Potter. I won’t ask again.”
“Fine! In first year I was supposed to be sorted into Slytherin but I begged the Sorting Hat not to so it put me in Gryffindor instead.”
Harry’s admittance shocked Snape for a moment. It was a look that Harry had never seen and he found it unsettling. Snape thought he knew everything about Harry and the realization that his opinions had been misguided shocked him and suddenly Harry realized the whole of Wizarding Britain would react the same way when the news was announced.
“What did the hat tell you?”
“I’m not telling you that. It’s personal.”
“Potter, I will not ask you again.”
“Save your breath because I’m not telling you. I’ve already had one thing inside my head today, I don’t need another thanks and I especially don’t need to relive it.”
Snape sneered at Harry but didn’t press any further, most likely noting that Harry would eventually tell Dumbledore who would have to pass on the information. As the silence fell over them Harry realized the chatter in the Great Hall had begun again, signaling the beginning of the feast and Harry couldn’t face going back in there.
“Professor can I skip dinner?”
“Why should I allow you to do that?”
Harry laughed. He knew that Snape was going to make his life difficult but he knew there were times to pick his battles and now wasn’t one of them.
“I don’t feel like being watched by the entire school as I sit at Slytherin table for the first time. I just- I’ll go to the library or something.”
Snape looked at Harry for a moment before waving his hand dismissively. “Go. But wait outside Dumbledore’s office after the feast has finished. I’ll send someone to collect you.”
Harry nodded and quickly departed from Snape’s company before he changed his mind. The corridors were quiet and Harry relished in them, knowing that these were his last moments of peace for a very long time.
He didn’t make his way towards the library; instead he wandered the various floors of the castle with no destination in sight. Without realizing, Harry found himself outside of the portrait hole that led to the Gryffindor common room.
The Fat Lady sat there singing before she abruptly stopped, apparently only just realizing Harry’s presence.
“How are you doing dear? I’ve heard the news, it’s all the portraits can talk about.” The Fat Lady said, giving Harry a sad smile.
Harry smiled shyly back, although only a portrait Harry felt some comfort in speaking to her.
“I’m okay. I don’t think it has sinked in yet. I’m just going to miss Gryffindor, especially the common room.” Harry replied.
The Fat Lady chuckled. “Don’t be silly dear of course you will see Gryffindor common room again. I know about that little cloak of yours but don’t worry, I won’t tell. You’re lucky I like you.”
Harry laughed as The Fat Lady winked at him. Suddenly the portrait opened slightly, allowing him to enter.
“We both know you’ll be back but have a little look around before the feast finishes.”
“Thank you.”
Harry wasted no time in prying the door open and climbing through. The fire was raging, the sofas looked comfortable and the common room looked more inviting than ever. The thought of not being able to study in the comfy chairs next to the fire, or play chess in the corner overlooking the scenery felt like a punch in the gut. But at least he could visit, he was grateful for that chance.
Harry made his way through the common room and towards his old dorm room. He slowly opened the door and felt the tears begin to sting his eyes, threatening to fall. Someone, most likely Dobby, had already put Harry’s stuff next to his usual bed. Harry lay on his bed, staring out of the window, taking in the familiar sight that would soon be a distant memory.
He took one longer look around the room before leaving. He glanced at the room one more time before shutting the door behind him, with the feeling that a chapter of his life had officially ended. He did the same with the common room before climbing out of the portrait hole and smiled at the Fat Lady as he made his way down the corridor.
The corridors were no longer quiet, instead they were filled with the noise of students laughing and talking amongst themselves. Harry ducked his head as the Gryffindor’s began to walk past him, the looks of betrayal more noticeable as the older of them made their way past.
Without warning a hand grabbed him and pulled him into a tight hug, so tight that he could barely breathe. Hermione’s bushy hair was blocking the majority of his face and Harry could see Ron standing next to her, looking sheepish.
“Oh Harry! There must be a mistake. Have you spoken to Dumbledore?” Hermione asked.
“Mate, surely the Sorting Hat got it wrong.” Ron added.
“I never told you because there was never a reason. In first year I was meant to be sorted into Slytherin but I begged the hat not to so it put me in Gryffindor instead. I should have told you, I’m sorry.” Harry explained.
Ron looked shocked but Hermione merely looked at him quizzically. He sensed that she knew something and he hoped she did so she could explain it to Ron, otherwise their friendship in half of their fourth year would most likely repeat itself.
“Of course, it makes sense.” Hermione said.
“What do you mean it makes sense?” Ron asked, with a hint of bitterness.
“Think about it. There’s always been a weird connection between Harry and Voldemort that we could never explain. It’s not a coincidence that Harry can talk to snakes when no one from his bloodline possessed the same ability. It’s not a coincidence that the Sorting Hat wanted to put Harry in Slytherin back in first year and it’s definitely not a coincidence that Harry’s been placed in Slytherin now Voldemort’s actually back.”
“Well when you put it like that.”
Harry sighed with relief and hugged the two of them. He assumed they would hate him for being in Slytherin, not so much Hermione but definitely Ron. Harry was just glad that Hermione was so logical about everything, but even he had to admit her theory made sense.
“Listen, I’ve got to go see Dumbledore but we’ll make time to talk alright? The Fat Lady just let me into the common room and said that I can still come by, she’ll let me in.” Harry said.
“Just, be careful Harry. I know that you’re a Slytherin now but I still don’t trust them.” Hermione said.
“Don’t worry Hermione, neither do I.”
Harry ran through the corridors, avoiding everyone’s gaze as he ran towards Dumbledore’s office. As he rounded the corner towards the phoenix statue he noted that he didn’t know the password but was thankful when he saw McGonagall waiting beside it.
“Sorry Professor, I was filling in Ron and Hermione, I lost track of time.” Harry explained.
“No apology is necessary Potter, I assumed as much.” McGonagall said.
McGonagall muttered the password so Harry couldn’t hear and they watched as the statue stood aside, allowing them to enter Dumbledore’s office. The office was exactly the same as it had been the previous years but Harry couldn’t help but notice the change in its tone. Dumbledore’ office was usually full of happiness but a somber feeling ran through the walls.
“Ah Harry, Professor McGonagall, please come sit.” Dumbledore said from his desk.
Harry sat down silently and waited as Dumbledore and McGonagall exchanged looks that they could only decipher.
“Harry, as you already know, the Sorting Hat’s decision is final.” Dumbledore explained.
“I know.” Harry said.
“I spoke to Professor Snape and he confessed something to me but I was hoping maybe you could share it with us?”
Harry didn’t understand why Dumbledore wanted him to repeat the story, Snape had told him all there was to tell.
“The Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin back in first year but I begged it not to. This time around it told me there was nothing else I could learn from Gryffindor and that I could thrive in Slytherin.”
McGonagall looked at Dumbledore with an unreadable expression and Dumbledore returned the same one. Although Harry couldn’t possibly guess as to what they were silently discussing, he had an idea.
“You’re worried that I’m becoming more like Voldemort now that he’s back, aren’t you?”
Although Harry was worried that he was becoming more like Voldemort, he couldn’t help but feel angry that Dumbledore thought the same. Dumbledore had known him for five years, he knew everything about Harry; surely Dumbledore knew that he couldn’t be influenced by the man that killed his parents.
Dumbledore smiled at Harry, a smile that did not reach his eyes. “You are wise Harry. I do fear that he may have some influence over you but I’m sure I do not need to worry; you’re very strong. However, if the Sorting Hat was going to originally place you in Slytherin then thankfully my theory seems to be incorrect. But we can’t be too careful Harry, you must understand this.”
Harry was so angry he couldn’t say anything, he simply sat there and held Dumbledore’s gaze. His scar began to prickle uncomfortably and he flinched at the sensation.
“Potter,” McGonagall said as she placed her hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Although I am no longer your head of house, I want you to know that you are still welcome to come to me.”
“Thank you Professor.”
“Although I can sense you are not eager to do so, you need to get acquainted with your new quarters. I shall let you go Harry, goodnight.” Dumbledore said.
Harry couldn’t wait to get out of the room. Although furious that Dumbledore had practically dismissed him he couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief when he marched out of the office without uttering a word.
He slammed the door behind him and his scar immediately eased at the change of scenery. Harry leaned his head against the wall and savored the feeling of the cold stonewalls as it soothed the pain until it was gone.
The sound of someone clearing their throat caught his attention and he whipped his head up to the source of the noise. Harry sighed at the sight of Draco Malfoy standing awkwardly in front of him.
“What? No sarcastic jab now Malfoy?” Harry spat.
“Shut up Potter. Merlin knows how you’re a Slytherin now but come on; I’m not waiting for you and don’t think I won’t hesitate in leaving you wandering the corridors trying to find out where our dormitory is.” Draco replied as he hastily turned on his heel and began walking away from Harry.
Harry jogged until he was next to Draco. “I already know where the Slytherin dorm is.”
Draco stopped abruptly and stared at Harry intensely. “How do you already know where it is?”
Harry smirked but kept on walking. “I have my ways Malfoy.”
Harry couldn’t help but laugh as Draco held back, forcing Harry to lead the way, obviously seeing if he actually knew where the Slytherin dormitories were. After no less than five minutes, they were finally outside of the entrance.
“Aren’t you going to say the password then?” Harry asked Draco, who instead stood staring at Harry accusingly.
“You knew where it was, why don’t we see if you can open it.” Draco smirked and folded his arms.
Harry wasn’t surprised that Draco was already being challenging but he found himself actually liking the challenges, for even the briefest of moments it stopped him from thinking about the rest of his school experience falling apart in front of him.
There was no way Harry would know the password, like Gryffindor he assumed the passwords would be chosen at random and changed throughout the year. But Harry stopped to think for a moment, he was now a Slytherin and not a Gryffindor, he needed to start thinking that way.
Salazar Slytherin made sure The Chamber of Secrets was only to be opened in parseltongue, so maybe the entrance to the Slytherin dormitory would be the same? For those who spoke parseltongue the password would be easy but another and more complicated password would be used for those who didn’t possess the ability.
“Open.”
Harry smiled as the door opened for him. He turned to look at Draco, who was giving a Harry a murderous stare that he was sure could actually kill him. Draco stormed past him and through the corridor, leaving Harry outside.
He walked through and immediately felt cold. The walls were dark, as well as the furniture and the lighting was eerie from being submerged under the lake. The loud chatters stopped and everyone turned to look at Harry, who looked severely out of place, especially in his Gryffindor robes.
“Well if it isn’t Harry Potter. You gave the whole school quite a shock; I wonder what else there is about you that is deemed as shocking.” Pansy Parkinson said seductively.
“Pansy Parkinson, right?” Harry asked, although he knew who she was, he just didn’t know what else to say.
“The Boy Who Lived knows my name, I’m honored.”
“Oh do stop winding him up Pansy, we don’t want to scare him off. Although it’s not like he can run away. I don’t think introductions are necessary, he already knows who we all are, isn’t that right Potter?” Blaise Zabini said.
Harry nodded his head but didn’t elaborate on the answer; a whispering from the far corner of the common room caught his attention. He noticed a large enclosure that housed a large snake.
“A Gryffindor in the confides of the Slytherin sanctuary. It’s disgusting and unnatural.” The snake hissed.
“An ex-Gryffindor who is now a Slytherin. A Slytherin who can understand your every word.” Harry replied.
Harry smirked at the snakes visible horror and confusion. It dawned on Harry that there had been no parselmouth’s for over fifty years so the snake wouldn’t expect it, especially from someone dressed in Gryffindor robes.
“You possess the ability. It is rare, very rare. I have been unable to speak with anyone for over fifty years.”
“Well, I can’t imagine anyone in Slytherin wants to speak with an ex-Gryffindor. You may be my only friend in here.”
“Do not indulge me with your school drama. I may have lacked conversation with anyone for half a century but I have heard plenty of drama from these irritating children. Especially the blonde.”
Harry burst into laughter at the snake’s words. Draco must have gossiped more than the average student but Harry couldn’t help but be curious as to what he had gossiped about, he noted to ask the snake when no one was around.
As he turned around he noted the whole common room staring at him again. He remembered that although his ability was well known around the school, no one had ever seen him have a whole conversation with a snake.
“I’m curious, what has the snake got to say?” Pansy asked.
“He told Malfoy to shut up.” Harry replied smugly.
The majority of the common room burst into laughter and Draco went bright red with embarrassment. Harry couldn’t bring himself to feel bad because he definitely deserved it.
“Potter shut up and follow me.” Draco spat.
Harry rolled his eyes and followed Draco out of the common room and down a corridor. He followed the Draco to the door at the end of the corridor and was taken aback by the room when he entered.
The room was at least twice the size of his old Gryffindor room, each four-poster bed were draped with sparkling emerald curtains and matching bed sheets. There was a fireplace roaring with life at the end of the room that not only brightened the space but also made the floor to ceiling windows glow, somehow giving the illusion of bright ocean water instead of a murky lake.
“Merlin, it’s so cramped in here now with an extra bed.” Draco groaned.
“This is cramped?” Harry asked.
“I don’t know what cupboard you’re used to living in but us Slytherin’s have a different way of living.”
Harry immediately frowned at Draco’s words and although he couldn’t possibly have known about the eleven years he spent in the cupboard under the stairs, he couldn’t help but feel hurt at the insult.
Draco stared at Harry intensely. “That clearly touched a nerve. Did you live in an actual cupboard Potter?”
Harry didn’t reply but he didn’t look at Draco either, knowing his face would betray him. He sensed Draco looking at him still, before eventually backing away and Harry had the suspicion that he had put the two and two together. It was information that he didn’t want Draco to know but now he was now a Slytherin and living in their dormitory, there would be things about himself he couldn’t hide from them.
“Your bed’s the empty one, obviously. I imagine a house elf will be bringing your things along soon, I suspect they put it in Gryffindor like usual.”
“Yeah, I saw it. It’s there.”
Harry sat on the empty bed and immediately felt like his body was falling through the mattress. It was softer than his bed in Gryffindor, which was cozy but definitely not as nice as his new one.
“You went back to the Gryffindor dormitory? When?”
“During dinner. The Fat Lady let me in one last time for old time sake. To say goodbye to it I suppose. I saw my stuff next to my bed.”
Although some of it was true, Harry decided it would be best to only tell half-truths, or even less if he could manage it. He didn’t trust Draco, or any Slytherin enough, to not let slip the information of The Fat Lady still allowing him in the Gryffindor dormitory.
Although sensing he needed his items, suddenly his belongings appeared next to his bed, along with a familiar house elf.
“Harry Potter!” Dobby shrieked.
“Dobby. Hello.” Harry replied with a laugh. Dobby had a bizarre assortment of clothes on that he couldn’t help but chuckle at.
“Dobby thought that Harry Potter might like his things. Dobby had to retrieve them from the Gryffindor dormitory, we did not expect Harry Potter to now be a Slytherin.”
“It’s okay Dobby. Thank you.”
Suddenly a plate full of food appeared on his bed, followed by another one full of his favourite desserts.
“Dobby also thought that Harry Potter might like some food, Dobby noticed that you was not at the feast and must be hungry.”
“Thank you Dobby, they’re my favourite.”
Harry smiled as Dobby clicked his fingers and disappeared, most likely going back to the kitchen. He also noticed Draco looking at him with an astonished look.
“Close your mouth Malfoy, you’ll catch flies.” Harry joked.
“Very funny Potter. That was my house elf.” Draco said.
“I know; I am the one that freed him your father after all.”
“Thanks again for that, father was furious. Dobby is free yet he’s still working? I don’t understand.”
“Dobby is free and you said it yourself, he’s working. He’s not a slave anymore. Dumbledore pays him to work at Hogwarts.”
“Dumbledore pays him?”
“You make it sound like not being a slave and to earn money for working is the most scandalous thing you’ve ever heard. Then again you’re a pureblood so it probably is.”
Draco rolled is eyes and stormed out of the room without uttering a word. Harry relished in the silence, taking in his surroundings whilst eating the food that Dobby left. When he was finished the plates vanished and Harry began to take the things out of his trunk. He took the clothes that were thrown on top and put them away before slipping into his nightwear.
Upon sorting through his trunk he found the package that Sirius gave to him before he left. He tore the paper off and saw the mirror that Sirius had described and suddenly remembered it would allow him to talk to whoever owned the other of the pair.
“Sirius?” Harry asked the mirror.
After a minute the mirror shimmered and Sirius’ face finally came to view.
“Harry, what’s wrong?” Sirius asked.
“Did Dumbledore not tell you?”
“Tell me what? Where are you?”
“Sirius I was sorted into Slytherin.”
“What?”
“The Sorting Hat said I couldn’t learn anything more from Gryffindor, it said I would thrive in Slytherin.”
“It’s wrong. It has to be. No Potter has ever been a Slytherin.”
Harry laughed at Sirius’ words. He knew Sirius disliked Slytherin, he had his reasons but to bring up his own family history made him furious.
“I’m a disgrace to the Potter family for being a Slytherin, just like how you’re a disgrace to the Black family for being a Gryffindor.”
Harry watched as Sirius’ face fell. He knew he had insulted him but he didn’t care, he placed the mirror facedown in his bedside drawer, abruptly ending their conversation.
He thought Sirius wouldn’t take it well but he didn’t realize he would take it that badly. It seemed the most influential adults in Harry’s life hated the change, hated his new change and it made Harry madder. Those were the people he trusted with his life and now they were doubting and insulting him.
Suddenly the door opened and entered Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe.
“Oh, why the angry face Potter?” Blaise asked.
“It’s nothing, I’m fine.” Harry replied.
“Let me take a wild guess, you told your godfather and he did not take the news too well.” Draco said.
“How did you know that?”
“I have my ways.”
“Sirius Black? Isn’t he your cousin Draco? Wait- why would he dislike Slytherin, everyone in the Black family are Slytherin, are they not?” Theo asked.
“First cousin once removed, actually. And no, Sirius was the odd Black out. He was sorted into Gryffindor.”
“You seem to know a lot about Sirius, considering he was disowned long before you were born.” Harry said.
“Unlike some Potter, I read up on my family history. Just like how I know mothers sister, Andromeda, married a Muggle and her daughter, Nymphadora, is a Metamorphmagus.”
Harry shook his head and got into his bed, he was about to draw the curtains on his four-poster bed when Blaise jumped onto his bed.
“Can I help you?” Harry asked.
“So, tell us about the night Cedric died.” Blaise asked.
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Obviously. Not exactly a good icebreaker is it? No, what I want to know is about your relationship with Granger.”
“My- my relationship with Hermione? Why?”
“Call it intrigue.”
Harry didn’t know why Blaise wanted to know details about his friendship with Hermione but everyone assumed they were together; it was a common mistake. Although he felt uncomfortable being honest with his new dorm mates, he knew it was better for him in the long run to go along with Blaise’s conversation.
“Hermione and I are just friends. There’s nothing there romantically, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Fascinating. Anyone tickle your fancy?”
“Oh come on Blaise, leave the poor sod alone. He clearly doesn’t trust us.” Theo said.
“It’s true, I don’t trust you.” Harry replied smugly.
Blaise chuckled. “I like this side of you Potter, I’ve only ever seen the boring broody side of you.”
“You can thank Malfoy for that.”
Draco was sitting on the floor, laying his back against his bed with what looked like a journal in his hands. The thought of Draco writing in a diary was amusing but Harry knew better than to mock him for it.
“Shut up Potter.” Draco said as he closed the journal shut. “Answer Blaise’s question, I’m now interested in this conversation.”
Harry thought about lying but decided against it. There wasn’t anything going on in regards to his love life, especially since the return of Voldemort putting a dampener on his overall mindset.
“I fancied Cho Chang a little bit last year but it was just a silly crush.” Harry replied truthfully.
“So you’re well and truly single. Interesting. I assumed The Boy Who Lived would have a phenomenal dating life.” Blaise said.
“Uh- no. No dating life for me.”
Apparently that statement caught everyone’s attention, even Crabbe and Goyle’s.
“Wait, Potter, you have never had a thing? With anyone?” Theo asked.
Harry started to feel even more uncomfortable at their shocked faces and their interest in the subject matter. Something told him that they were shocked by his lack of experience, because they had experienced things already.
“N- no.”
“Merlin’s beard. Potter’s a virgin.” Theo gasped.
“Not just a virgin. A virgin virgin.” Blaise added.
Harry was lost for words, he didn’t know how to recover from the conversation. He didn’t know how the conversation managed to end up with the people he trusted the least, knowing the entirety of his love life, or complete lack of it, but he hated that they knew the information.
“Oh look at him all lost for words. It’s okay Potter. You’re a Slytherin now, the girls will just love you more for it.” Blaise said.
“Or the boys. We don’t discriminate.” Theo added.
“No one admits it but every other house loves a Slytherin. There’s something daring about being with someone who could be evil.” Draco said.
“I don’t think Slytherin’s are evil.” Harry said.
“Of course you don’t, that’s definitely not the reason why you don’t trust any of us.”
“Excuse me for not trusting people when their parents are Death Eaters.”
The room went so quiet Harry could hear the breaths from each of them individually. Draco was staring at him viciously.
“Choose your next words carefully Potter.” Draco spat.
“You can’t deny it Malfoy, not when I saw your father along with Crabbe, Goyle and Nott’s standing in that graveyard.”
“Oh come on Draco he does have a point. It’s not exactly a secret that the Malfoy’s had ties to the war back in the day.” Blaise said.
“Spreading my fathers name about now, however, is definitely risky Potter.” Draco threatened.
It was clear that Draco’s threats had some meaning behind them but Harry wasn’t worried. There wasn’t anything that Draco could do, not while he was at Hogwarts.
“I’ve already told the Ministry what happened that night and who was there. But you’ve seen the papers. You know no one believes a word I say anymore.” Harry admitted.
“And it will be wise for you to not repeat those names Potter.”
“You don’t need to threaten me Malfoy, I know the Ministry is useless. Fudge won’t do anything. Let’s not forget that your father has ties with the Ministry.”
“It will do you well to remember that.”
Harry rolled his eyes and Draco frowned at the lack of Harry’s care for his threat. He knew it wouldn’t be wise to go to the Ministry again about anything regarding Voldemort and Harry knew that Draco’s father, along with everyone else’s fathers, were ultimately untouchable. But he didn’t care about them; it was Voldemort he wanted.
“Way to kill the mood Draco.” Theo sighed.
“We want to actually have a neutral conversation with Potter. Get to know a few things about him and vise versa. He is a Slytherin now after all.” Blaise said.
The conversation drifted away as Harry’s scar began to painfully throb and out of habit he placed his hand over it, rubbing it gently.
“Potter? Earth to Potter.” Blaise said.
“Sorry, just a headache. What were you saying?” Harry replied.
“Nothing of importance, don’t worry.”
“We’ll let you get to bed. Clearly the excitement of today has caught up with you. But don’t think our interrogation is over.” Theo said as he dragged Blaise off of Harry’s bed.
Harry nodded and pulled the curtains of his bed shut. His scar was throbbing even more painfully now, so much so that it was hard for him to keep his eyes open. Eventually he drifted into unconsciousness, the throbbing of his scar finally consuming him.