Note:  This starts right before the sorting in Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (pg 135 in my paperback copy).  I'm assuming (I know I shouldn't assume because it makes an ass out of u and me but I think it's alright this time) that you know the background and what happened in the beginning.  I'm not sure what possessed me to write this but I am.  I decided, the moment that I read it for the first time, that I wanted Harry to be in Slytherin.  Sorry if this has been done before but I'm going to put my own spin on it.  On another note, I am not JK Rowling; I do not own Harry Potter.  So, with that out of the way let's begin.

DISCLAIMER:  Since someone accused me of not putting a disclaimer you might want to notice above.  I stated I did not own Harry Potter.  I had to use some parts from the book, alright?  But those are pretty damn noticeable.  I'm not going to say it again, I don't own it, understand?  Here, I'll even put the page numbers if it will make you happy.

Chapter 1

            "You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter.  You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort.  I can help you there. (135)" Draco Malfoy purred, holding his hand out to Harry.

            The red head, Ron Weasley, was seated next to Harry and a rather pudgy boy with a toad called Neville Longbottom (the boy, not the toad), was seated nearby.  Harry looked at the offered hand for a moment before taking it with a smile.  Something had drawn him to the pale boy, he wanted to know more.  An audible gasp was heard from Ron, he looked appalled by the turn of events and Neville wasn't faring much better.  They looked horrified at Harry's action.  Draco smiled, his attitude seeming to change towards the young black haired man.

            "Come on Harry.  We're almost there." Draco said with a smile.

            Harry got up, forgetting about Ron and Neville.  He wasn't sure where this sudden change of heart had come from but Draco was right, he could help him.  Draco sneered at the other two in the cabin and together the four of them, four because of the two thugs, Crabbe and Goyle, walked out, leaving Ron and Neville stunned at the actions of their supposed new friend.  Harry didn't look back; sure that he had made the correct decision.

            Upon their arrival the voice of the half-giant, Hagrid, could be heard calling over the large group of students, "Firs' years!  Firs' years over here!  All right there, Harry?" He asked with a smile causing Harry to sneer, not wanting to associate with the half-breed, "C'mon, follow me – any more firs' years?  Mind yer step, now!  Firs' years follow me! (138)"

            The group of first years made their way over the slick rocks, following him to the lake.  Draco didn't look happy about taking orders from the big oaf; Harry had a similar expression on his face.  Something inside him had snapped, the building up of years of mental abuse had caused him to snap.  He didn't really care all that much, he just wanted acceptance, and Draco had offered it to him.  Harry was looking forward to this year, to seeing what house he was going to be in, and people's reactions.

            "No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called breaking Harry from his thoughts as they came upon a group of boats.  Draco and Harry got in one followed by the two dimwitted goons, "Everyone in?" Hagrid asked so everyone could here, "Right then – FORWARD!" When they finally arrived at the school they were greeted by a witch in emerald green robes.  Her black hair was tied back in a bun, "The firs' years, Professor McGonagall. (139-141)" Hagrid said, turning them over to her care.

            "Thank you, Hagrid.  I will take them from here.(141)" She said, pulling the doors open.

            The entrance hall spread out before them.  It was huge and Harry took in the sights for a bit as they were ushered inside.  Draco and Harry stayed close together, not wanting to be separated in the throng of people.  Soft talking echoed through the group of first years, wondering how they were going to be sorted.  No one had been told what to expect and if they had it wasn't sound very reliable.  Draco and Harry looked at each other for a moment before Professor McGonagall spoke up.

            "Welcome to Hogwarts.  The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your Houses.  The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your House will be something like your family within Hogwarts.  You will have classes with the rest of your House, sleep in your House dormitory, and spend free time in your House common room.  The four Houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.  Each House has its own noble history and each his produced outstanding witches and wizards.  While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will ear your House points, while any rule-breaking will lose House points.  At the end of the year, the House with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor.  I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever House becomes yours.  The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school.  I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting.  I shall return when we are ready for you.  Please wait quietly. (142)"

            The room was filled with hushed whispers about the infamous sorting ceremony.  Before long the doors opened and Professor McGonagall ushered the nervous first years into the Great Hall.  The ceiling seemed like a giant skylight, looking exactly like it did outside.  Harry looked around at for a bit, taking everything in.  There were four tables, one for each house, lined up in front of the staff table at the end of the hall.  In front of the staff table was a stool with a battered looking hat sitting on it.  Harry looked at it wearily, unsure what would happen.  Suddenly it began to speak, its voice for everyone to hear.

            "Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

            But don't judge on what you see,

            I'll eat myself if you can find

            A smarter hat than me.

            You can keep your bowlers black,

            Your top hats sleek and tall,

            For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

            And I can cap them all.

            There's nothing hidden in your head

            The Sorting Hat can't see,

            So try me on and I will tell you

            Where you ought to be.

            You might belong to Gryffindor,

            Where dwell the brave at heart,

            Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

            Set Gryffindor apart;

            You might belong to Hufflepuff,

            Where they are just and loyal,

            Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

            And unafraid of toil;

            Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

            If you've a ready mind,

            Where those of wit and learning,

            Will always find their kind;

            Or perhaps in Slytherin

            You'll make your true friends,

            Those cunning folk use any means

            To achieve their ends.

            So put me on!  Don't be afraid!

            And don't get in a flap!

            You're in safe hands (though I have none)

            For I'm a Thinking Cap! (146-147)"

            The entire hall burst into applause as the hat finished its rhyme.  A sigh of relief came from Ron who had managed to maneuver himself closer to Harry, almost seeming like he wanted to try to get the black haired boy away from Draco.  Harry scowled as Ron softly whispered to him.

            "So we've just got to try on the hat!  I'll kill Fred; he was going on about wrestling a troll. (147)"

            Harry narrowed his eyes and Draco looked over at him, scowling, "Leave me alone." Harry hissed to the red head, he was tired of people trying to pretend to be his friends.  There was something about the red head that was off-putting, that made Harry cringe.  He wasn't sure why but he had a feeling his attempts weren't really genuine, that it was because of his fame and not because of who he was, "I don't want to talk to you."

            Ron looked taken aback but at that moment Professor McGonagall stepped forward with a long roll of parchment, "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted." She said before beginning with the first name on the list.

            Hermione, a girl that Harry had met on the train, was put into Gryffindor, as were Ron and Neville.  Draco was placed into Slytherin.  Finally it was Harry's turn.  When his name was read murmurs spread through the hall, wondering if it was really him.  He growled to himself and sat on the stool, the hat placed on his head.

            "Hmm." The hat was talking to him, causing him to scowl, "Difficult.  Very difficult.  Plenty of courage, I see.  Not a bad mind either.  There's talent, oh my goodness yes – and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting…So where shall I put you? (151)"

            Harry's scowl deepened and he thought, "What do you think?" He sneered mentally.

            "You could be great and Slytherin will help you on your way to greatness.  Yes, yes, I think that would be best for you." It said to him, he realized that only he could hear what the hat was saying, "SLYTHERIN!" He said for the whole hall to hear.

            Harry half smiled and took the hat off, striding over to the table where Draco was seated.  The Slytherin's cheered and as Harry looked up at the head table, the old man in the middle who he had a feeling was the headmaster, looked back at him.  He didn't look pleased by where Harry had been placed but he hid it well.  Draco smiled at him and patted him on the back; Harry turned to him and smiled in return.  He had a feeling that this was going to be a good year.  After everyone was sorted into their respective houses the headmaster stood.  Harry realized that he was the same man on the wizarding card he had gotten from the chocolate frog, Albus Dumbledore.

            "Welcome!" He said with a smile, he seemed happy to see all the students although Harry remembered the way he had looked when he had been sorted into Slytherin and rolled his eyes, "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts!  Before we begin our banquette, I would like to say a few words.  And here they are:  Nitwit!  Blubber!  Oddment!  Tweak!  Thank you! (153)" He said before sitting back down.  Now Harry thought the man was just daft.  Who says words like that in succession?  By the look on Draco's face he was thinking along the same lines.

            He looked back at the table and it was covered in food.  Draco began filling his plate and Harry joined him.  Gods he was hungry.  The Dursley's had never really given him a decent meal and all this food looked delicious.  They all ate happily until Harry spotted a ghost covered in silvery blood.  Harry blanched a bit, unsure what to think.  Draco seemed to notice and whispered in his ear.

            "That's the Bloody Baron.  My father told me that he's our house's ghost." He said with a shudder.  Harry nodded, "Rather disgusting, isn't it?"

            "Yes." Harry hissed, rolling his eyes.

            Finally the food was done.  Everyone seemed sated and happy with the food.  Throughout the meal Harry and Draco worked on ignoring the ghost who seemed strangely drawn to where they were seated.  They weren't very happy about that but who's going to tell a ghost covered in blood to bugger off?

            "How many of those red haired nits are there?" Harry asked softly, looking over at the Gryffindor table.

            Draco looked disgusted, "Far too many." He sneered, "They reproduce like bloody rabbits." Harry laughed at the analogy, "I have a lot to teach you Harry." He said with a smile, "Since you were with those idiot muggles for so long."

            Harry nodded, "I hate them." He said softly, "Disgusting."

            Draco nodded in agreement, "Bloody mudbloods." He sneered, motioning over to Hermione Granger, "They're worse then muggles."

            He raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"

            "No mudblood would ever make it in Slytherin.  Two muggle parents.  They shouldn't even be here." Harry chuckled; it seemed Draco was already rubbing off on him.  Draco was about to speak again when Dumbledore stood up.

            "Ahem – just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered.  I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.  First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils.  And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well." He said, looking at the Weasley twins, "I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.  Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term.  Anyone interested in playing for their House teams should contact Madam Hooch.  And finally, I must tell you that this year; the third-flood corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death." Harry scowled and Draco snorted in disgust, "And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" Dumbledore said happily, the other teaches had fixed smiles on their faces.  Dumbledore flicked his wand and a golden ribbon snaked out, winding itself into words, "Everyone pick their favorite tune and off we go! (157-158)"

            With that they began to sing although Draco, Harry, and most of the other Slytherins chose not to join in.

            "Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

            Teach us something please,

            Whether we be old and bald

            Or young with scabby knees.

            Our heads could do with filling

            With some interesting stuff,

            For now they're bare and full of air,

            Dead flies and bits of fluff,

            So teach us things worth knowing,

            Bring back what we've forgot,

            Just do your best, we'll do the rest,

            And learn until our brains all rot (159)."

            Everyone finished at different times, the last were the Weasley twins, singing at a funeral march.  Harry rolled his eyes.  Dumbledore looked ecstatic, he was clapping the loudest when the song ended, Draco looked bored.

            "Ah, music." He said, wiping his eyes, "A magic beyond all we do here!  And now, bedtime.  Off you trot. (159)"

            Everyone stood and followed their respective house's prefects.  Draco and Harry followed after their prefect, lead down into the dungeons.  It wasn't all that bad; the only real thing that he didn't care for was the lack of windows.  They walked to a stone wall causing Harry to scowl.  There wasn't any sign of a door.  The prefect stopped and looked at it for a moment before speaking.

            "Meracum sanguis." He said with a smile, the wall slid open.

            They all walked inside and the wall slid closed behind them, "What does meracum sanguis mean?" Harry asked Draco once they were inside.

            He whispered back, "Pure blood." He replied.

            Harry nodded in reply.  The common room they entered was bathed in a green glow from the hanging lamps.  A fire burned on one wall and comfortable chairs and couches were arranged around the room.  From there they were directed to their rooms.  Because they had the dungeons to themselves, except for the potions classroom and Professor Snape's office, Snape just happened to be their head of house as well, it was divided into two students per room.  Draco and Harry were sharing one.  The four poster beds were done up in green and silver, Slytherin colors.  It was actually quite warm in the dungeons and as Harry looked around the room he would be sharing he noticed that his trunk was already there.  Draco laid out on his bed with a sigh.

            "What do you think Harry?" He asked, looking up at his canopied bed, green curtains edged with silver were tied back from the bed.

            "Nice." He replied, sitting on his own bed.

            He smiled, "Anything you want to know?  I realize you've been away from our world for quite awhile but I'm going to help you." He was being nice, not the front he put on in front of some of the others.

            "Purebloods versus mudbloods." He said, tracing the silver patters in the velvet duvet.

            He smiled at that, "We're purebloods.  Our parents being a witch and wizard.  Mudbloods come from muggles." Harry nodded in understanding, "Then of course there's squibs." Harry raised an eyebrow, "Someone who's born to a witch and wizard but doesn't have an ounce of magical talent, pathetic really." He looked rather disgusted by the concept, "We should be getting to bed, I can teach you more later." He said, changing into some night clothes.

            "Thanks Draco." Harry replied, following suit.  Once they were in bed the lights turned off and they fell asleep, wrapped in soft velvet and silk.

(Parts of this came from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, the page numbers are in parenthesis after the quote.)