Better Be Slytherin!
Story:
Better Be Slytherin!
Storylink:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3736151/1/
Category:
Harry Potter
Genre:
Angst/Adventure
Author:
jharad17
Authorlink:
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1298924/
Last updated:
03/17/2009
Words:
175130
Rating:
T
Status:
Complete
Content:
Chapter 1 to 51 of 51 chapters
Source:
FanFiction.net
Summary:
YEAR ONE COMPLETED! As a first year, Harry is sorted into Slytherin instead of Gryffindor, and no one is more surprised than his new Head of House. Snape mentors Harry fic.
*Chapter 1*: Chapter 1
Better Be Slytherin! -- Chapter 1
By jharad17
Summary: As a first year, Harry is sorted into Slytherin instead of Gryffindor, and no one is more surprised than his new Head of House. Snape mentors Harry fic.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine. Honest. She's rich, I'm not.
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'Hmm,' said a small voice in Harry's ear. 'Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent -- my goodness, yes -- and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting. . . . So where shall I put you?'
Harry gripped the edges of the stool and a horrible thought struck him, as horrible thoughts always do when you're very nervous. What if he wasn't chosen at all? What if he just sat there with the hat over his eyes for ages, until Professor McGonagall jerked it off his head and said there had obviously been a mistake and he'd better get back on the train? Had that ever happened before?
He didn't think he could face going back to the Dursleys having failed at his very first test of wizardry. Dudley would laugh, and Aunt Petunia would sneer, and Uncle Vernon would tell him he'd always known Harry would come to no good at all . . .
'No preferences, eh?' said the small voice. 'Are you sure? Well, if you're sure -- better be SLYTHERIN!'
The utter silence in the Great Hall was deafening.
Harry lifted the battered hat off his head and looked around at all the shocked expressions surrounding him, and he bit his lip, hard. He turned to look at Hagrid, at the end of the head table, and the giant man was frowning, which made Harry's heart plummet. Near Hagrid, though, next to the stuttering Professor Quirrell in his absurd turban, sat a man with dark eyes, a hooked nose and a curtain of greasy dark hair, his face a study in complete surprise before it went carefully blank.
Harry recognized that look, from his own repertoire, when he was upset or really angry about something, but didn't want the Dursleys to come down on him because of it. He was used to hiding, and by the continued silence around him, he knew he would have to hide here, too.
