If Harry Potter Was In Slytherin (The Sorcerer’s Stone) Chapter Three: Not A Gryffindor

Harry followed the Slytherin prefects down to the dormitory, with his head down in shame. What would everyone else think? What would Ron think? He had seemed so kind... and what would Hagrid think? Hagrid had been amazing- what if he thought that Harry was some sort of traitor?

Most of the Slytherins tried to keep a distance, almost like Harry was carrying some sort of disease. That’s probably what they thought- almost like he was put in Slytherin, but then caught some sort of un-Slytherin virus.

The only one who walked close to Harry was the pug-faced girl whom he had sat nect to during the feast.

“I haven’t told you my name, yet, have I?” She asked, though she did not give him enough time to answer. “I’m Pansy. Pansy Parkingson.”

“Right,” Harry muttured awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.

“You seem quite,” the Pansy girl stated. “I never expected you to be so... well, like this.” She raised her eyebrows, expecting an answer.

Harry looked up at the girl, staring at her curiosly. She seemed a lot nicer than so many other students, though considering her- their- house, she was probably- obviously- using him.

“I suppose you’re right- I should be more... exited. This is better than going back to the Dursely’s, after all.” Harry didn’t really realize that he had said the wrong thing untill he heard Pansy’s response.

“The what?” She sounded confused- and slightly discusted. Harry didn’t want to explain about living with the Dursely’s, it made him far too emberassed.

Luckily, someone infront of them fell through the steps, and Pansy forgot about their conversation.

“I should have warned you about the illution-step,” the prefect guiding them said. “There are many of them in the school- though I’m sure you know. Slytherins do tend to be pure-bloods, after all. I’ll warn you if we come across any more.”

As they walked down another flight of stairs, Harry saw the ground only a few feet away moving. “What the heck is happening?” Harry screamed.

“Moving staircases, of course,” the prefect responded, giving Harry a funny look. “Your gardians did tell you about this, right?”

Harry felt himself going red. “It’s just... just so sup-suprising to see in real life,” he explained. His words weren’t necasarily a lie, even if he had known about this before-hand, he probably still would have freaked-out. Did that make him pathetic?

No wonder he wasn’t put in Gryffindor.

***

The Slytherin Common Room was... err... there was no word that could completely explain it. A soft green glow seemed to fill the room, calming Harry. The green furniture and banners were nearly as calming, while the silver around him seemed to give the room a perfect amount of brightness. Yet the banners weren’t what really caught his attention. What really caught his attention was the skulls.

Harry tried not to shiver as he listened to a prefect speak. “Welcome to the Slytherin Common Room. The boys Dormitory is over there,” he gestured to the left, “and the girl’s is over there,” he added, flicking his hand to the right. “There is a restroom branching of from each dormitory, for you and your roomates to share. Sleep good tonight, everyone. Tomorrow you will start classes- and you’ll also get a full list of school rules.”

Then another older student, one with a badge saying "Head Girl," on it spoke up. "Hang on a second, we need to tell them the Slytherin law," she announced. Most of the students looked bored, as thought this was drilled into them. It probably was, actaully.

"The Slytherin law," another prefect said, coming forwards, "is very simple. The fights in Slytherin stay in Slytherin- we must stand united. The other houses hate us, with Ravecnlaw as a mostly neutral exeption. The Gryffindors, however, are against us, and the Hufflepuffs are Gryffindor followers- meaning we must be united."

"And," the head girl added, "if you are going to break the rules, do all of us a favor and don't get caught. All the teachers here are looking for an exuse to knock of points. Dismissed."

That really worried Harry. He would have to be "united" with that Malfoy jerk and his idiot cronies?

As he walked up to the dormitory, however, all his worry vanished. There was a huge bed for each of them- four poster beds, wich were twice as big as the bed he had slept in before. Each bed had a nightstand, holding a silver lantern, a clock, and a cup of water. Every bed had silver metal just above it, with a name carved into it. One of them had his name!

Harry knew, right then and there that he rather be a Slytherin than back at that... that prison. That’s what the Dursely’s house had truly been.

Maybe this made him a coward- maybe that’s why he was not a Gryffindor- but Harry did not care. At least, that’s what he told himself.

The back of his mind didn’t listen, infact it kept calling Harry all sorts of nasty names, but that was okay. This was not so bad.

Harry feel asleep smiling, even though all the Slytherin boys seemed to hate him.