If Harry Potter Was in Slytherin (The Sorcerer’s Stone) Chapter Six: The Reasoning of Pure-Blood Pride

Harry raced after Eva, who led him to to the third floor. “Charms Corridor!” Eva shouted exitedly, pointing towards a singe. “We’re almost there, Harry!”

“Yeah, almost...” Harry muttered awkwardly. “Hey, look, that door’s open! That must be the class...”

The two charged into the classroom just as the bell rung.

“I-is this Charms?” Eva asked, gasping for breath. Harry noticed how she kept a constant smile, even while finding it hard to breathe. How positive!

“Yes, this is Charms,” a short man called from the center of the room. He sat on a stack of five books to see over the desk he was sitting at. “Take a seat,” he added, gesturing to bleacher-like desks circling around the room.

Eva and Harry imediatly found two chairs in the back of the room next to a few Ravenclaw boys.

As they sat down, the one on the right began speaking. “You must be Harry,” the boy murmured interestedly. “I’m Terry- Terry Boot.”

Harry nodded politely. “Nice to meet you, Terry.”

“Anyways, Harry, why did it happen?” Terry asked exitedly. “Why were you put in Slytherin?”

“I-” Harry starte, but he was cut of by Eva. “That’s none of your buisness, Mr. Boot,” she said, her voice sounding both harsh and polite at the same time. “Besides, we should be listening right now.”

Once again, Harry winced. He was grateful that Eva stood up for him, but she could have at least let him talk!

Terry sighed, and the three students turned to face the teacher.

“Welcome to Charms,” the professor anounced. “I am Professor Flitwick, the teacher for this class- as you could have assumed. As today is the first class, late students will not be punished...”

He went on to do rolecall, and Professor Flitwick paused at Harry’s name- though he pretended not to. It was really kind of odd to be this famous- in Harry’s opinion. He went from a hated child to a celebrity.

As the class went on, Flitwick taught them about the wand-lighting spell. When he asked if anyone knew the indacation for it, Eva raised her hand so fast that she nearly knocked of Harry’s glasses. Instead of being mad, Harry gave a small laugh before raising his hand a bit timidly.

“Potter?” Professor Flitwick decided.

“Isn’t it l-lumos?” Harry’s answer was more of a question, but it still got a nod from the tiny Professor.

“That is correct,” the proffesor congradulated Harry. “Two points to Gr-Slytherin.”

Suddenly, the class was interupted as Pansy Parkingson walk in. When she saw that Eva and Harry were already there, she glared at them. After echanging a few words with Professor Flitwick, she sat down next to Malfoy while looking pointedly at Harry.

The message was clear: You could’ve had me or her, and you chose her.

Harry frowned at that. He did not mean to choose anyone! I’ll tall Pansy later- but, no. Pansy is worse than I thought... I suppose she’d force me to choose anyways, and that is... a singe of just wanting me. Not to be my freind, but more so my fame. Harry sighed as he pondered this idea. Well, I have chosen Eva, I geuss. But it’s Pansy’s own fault.

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After Charms, Harry dragged through History of Magic, a very boring class with the Hufflepuffs. Most people just ignored him, or in other words, fell asleep. Harry managed to stay awake and take notes, though his handwriting was horrible and his details were breif.

Not that it mattered. His noted had always been very similar in primary school; Harry always had to fear his cousin aproaching.

Harry was thankful it was now lunch time- even if everyone ignored him more. It was hard to get to luch, but he managed to get there by following some older students.

Harry sat down, helping himself to pork chops and mashed potatoes. Just as he assumed, everyone ignored him while Harry pretended not to notice.

Just as he was about to get up, with a good ten minutes to get to class, a girl sat down next to him.

“Hello, Harry,” she said politely. “I’m Daphne Greengrass. I can’t help but notice how much you scorn at our ways...”

Harry shrugged. “I just don’t understand all this discrimination.”

Daphne sighed, shaking her brown-haired head. “Everyone always calls this discrimination, but it’s not. We may be a little rude to muggleborns, at times, but that’s because we can’t marry muggleborns, or even half-bloods. The number of pure-blood wizards and witches are dwindling, and if we all marry muggleborns there won’t be any left before long.” Daphne paused, looking into Harry’s eyes. “I can tell you don’t really beleive all this. That’s okay. Just don’t insult opur veiws, please? It’s rather rude.”

Harry nodded, giving Daphne a small, shy smile. “I understand,” Harry reashured his house-mate. “It makes since, even if I don’t entirely agree....”

“I knew it,” a voice startled Harry. “You’re all evil... evil little-”

Harry spun around frantically. “Ron... you don’t underdstand...”

“I understand perfectly!” Ron snarled. “You’re evil, just like every other person in your house!”

Eva Brooks, who was walking past, stopped and glared at Ron. "You know what, Weasely?" she growled. "I don't think that being in Slytherin makes people evil. I think people treating Slytherins like they're evil is wh-"

"You don't understand," Weasely snarled, while Eva crossed her arms. "They have always been evil!"

"As long as the styriotypes were there," Harry said calmly. "And anyways, if you're just going to argue, you should leave."

"Fine!" Ron growled as he stormed away. It took all of Harry's energy as he slumped in his seat.

"Have a nice day, Harry," Eva said with a nod before walking away, the Slytherins glaring at her.

Harry sighed. So much is his life sucked.