This is the rewritten version of Chapter 1. Please enjoy...
Chapter 1: Late
Harry burst into the Great Hall. He was tired from his long journey, and starving... literally. His hair was greasy from not showering, and his frame was almost non-existent. Harry's eyes were dull as he walked past the whispers towards the Head Table.
"My boy, are you alright?" Dumbledore asked, a twinkle in his eye.
Harry's eyes sharpened temporarily. "No I'm not 'alright', Professor. I would like to speak with you, and Professors McGonnagal and Snape after Supper. Before I go eat, I'd like a re-sort."
Everyone was shocked, and Dumbledore's eyes lost their gleam as he looked over his glasses at the teen. "Harry, my boy, why would you want to do that?"
"I don't feel safe in Gryffindor. Except for a small few, they are a bunch of biased bullies or jealous pricks. If I was to stay in Gryffindor, I'd be bullied because I'm not 'Savior' enough for them, or because of my sexuality. Look, everyone expected me to be in Gryffindor since I was born. No one thought I could have been in Slytherin with my background."
McGonnagal looked sadly at the boy. "Mr. Potter, do you really want this?" She had to ask, just in case this was a prank someone pulled on Harry.
Harry nodded. "I really do."
"Very well, Harry." Dumbledore finally agreed, although reluctantly.
No sooner had Dumbledore said that, the Sorting Hat appeared on Harry's head. The hat said aloud for all to hear, "Finally, Potter. I've been waiting, you know. You should have listened to me. Then we wouldn't be in this mess. SLYTHERIN!"
The Sorting Hat disappeared, and Harry turned around. Everyone was surprised, but Ron was starting to turn red with rage. Harry walked over to where Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table and asked her, "Mione, would you like to sit with me?"
Hermione set down the goblet she was about to drink from, which made Ron scowl more, and stood up. "Sure, Harry," she said, looking down at him. She was now 5'11", and easily one of the tallest girls in Hogwarts. She towered over his 5'5" frame. Hermione followed Harry to the Slytherin table and sat beside him. "So, how come you're a month late getting to Hogwarts?"
Harry sighed. "Long story short, my relatives left me in Japan after killing Hedwig and burning my things. I did get to save my wand, the album Hagrid gave me first year, the invisibility cloak, and the map." Harry gave Hermione a half smile. "So why is there an empty seat at the Head Table?"
"Professor Dumbledore got Horace Slughorn to teach Potions, while Professor Snape took over D.A.D.A." She frowned. "Slughorn left yesterday, so Professor Snape will take back his old post of Potions teacher. Frankly, he's much better than Slughorn, even if he is mean to other houses to compensate for the discrimination of Slytherin students."
"Why, thank you Miss Granger for that compliment. Although, I am surprised that you feel that way." said a silky voice behind Hermione and Harry.
Harry scowled up at Snape. "Why wouldn't she feel that way? Anyone with half a brain and eyes can see that you care for your snakes." Then he saw the look on Snape's face, and lowered his head.
Hermione frowned again, and said, "Of course!" She quickly wrote a letter and folded it. "I'll drop this by the Owlry on the way to the Gryffindor dorms." she said more to herself than anyone else.
When Supper was over, Harry said bye to Hermione, and walked over to the Head Table. "Headmaster, Professor Snape, Professor McGonnagal, may we talk now?"
"Let's use my office," Severus Snape grudgingly offered. "It's closer to your new dormitory."
Harry nodded. "Thank you." When they made it to Snape's office, Harry started pacing. "You probably won't believe me, but my relatives abandoned me in Japan after destroying most of my belongings. Hedwig's dead. I tried for weeks to learn the language, and then I was finally able to buy passage to Hogsmeade today."
"Mr. Potter, do you need to buy your school supplies?" McGonnagal asked.
"That can wait for tomorrow." Snape watched Harry. "Sit down, boy, before you drop." He noticed that Harry did as he was told right away.
Dumbledore spoke up, "Harry, my boy, I had an idea. Since you are excellent at Defense, would you be willing to take over that class?"
"Albus! Surely you're joking!" McGonnagal exclaimed. "He's too young, and he only just took his O.W.L.s!"
"Minerva's right, Headmaster," Snape replied in agreement.
"Nonsense!" Dumbledore said. He looked at the boy who had passed out in the arm chair. "I gave him the N.E.W.T.s test instead of the O.W.L.s."
"What?!" Severus questioned.
"Albus! You didn't warn him?!"
Severus sighed. "Get out. We'll talk about this later. I need to get Potter to his dorm."
Minerva agreed. "Severus is right. Poor child."
"Very well," said Dumbledore, reluctantly. He and McGonnagal went on their way.
Severus gently picked up the boy-who-lived, and walked a few feet to the Slytherin Common Room. "Dancing Dragons." The wall disappeared, and he walked in. Students were in groups, talking, but they stopped to stare at the boy in his arms. "Mr. Malfoy, please take Mr. Potter to your room. The two of you will be sharing."
"Yes, sir." Draco didn't like it, but he listened to his godfather. He took the other boy from his Head of House, and was shocked at the weight in his arms.
Snape waved his wand, and a letter and vials appeared and flew to Draco's room. "That's for when he wakes up. Thank you, Mr. Malfoy."
Did you like this version better than the first version? I do. :)