Chapter 9| Resorting

Harry chuckled a little as he watched the trio of powerful wizards converse in a variety of languages. The powerful wizard also watched as the little bookworm's eyes filled with confusion, a knowing within those eyes. She clearly understood what they were saying but didn't understand why. It was amusing, to say the least.

He found it even more amusing how Ron kept trying to butt in but ended up being ignored. It wasn't hard as he clearly didn't know what they were talking about. The younger Weasley turned a little red in the face, but he did not attempt to be hostile. He was being paid to befriend the "Great Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived" after all. It wouldn't do him good to get hostile so quickly. Sadly, this time won't go the way Dumbledore had planned.

Ron was more than annoyed with what was happening to him. He remembers the day that his mother had brought him to meet Dumbledore. He was a mighty wizard, the second Merlin himself! He was told he had an important mission, to keep Harry Potter on the side of the Light. Dumbledore had told him that since he was strong enough to destroy He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, then he could be swayed by temptations. Ron was given this important mission to keep him from leaving the side of the Light, yet it seemed it was going to be far more difficult than he had originally thought.

Soon, the trolley lady came by, and like before, Harry bought candies for everyone. The Weasley twins talked about how their candies would make one's hair a different colour, length maybe. They loved talking about what types of edible jokes they could make and possibly even use.

Harry shook his head at the two, finding their teamwork to be quite adorable. He did want to ask them again how Fred knew what was going on, considering he had died in the first timeline, but he couldn't as Hermione would hear him. He wasn't sure yet if she was someone to be trusted, or at the bare minimum that she was ready to know the future he was from.

"We should get changed soon, we'll be at Hogwarts shortly." Neville reminded everyone, soon standing up. He gave his old friend a smile and a pat on the back. "See you at the sorting." He hummed, leaving to go back where his luggage was.

The bushy-haired woman bounced up, giving a shaky smile as she nodded her own departure.

"Sie ist süß." Fred hummed, before looking at George. The twin redhead nodded before shaking his head. (She is cute.)

"Süß, aber er ist sehr süß." The twins laughed and nodded, though Harry did raise an eyebrow at the 'he' that George was referring to. (Cute, but he's very cute)

"¿Están ustedes haciendo refieren a Neville?" He raised an eyebrow at them, getting mischievous smiles in return, but no answer. (Are you referring to Neville?)

He chuckled and shook his head at them.

"El hetero." He then got up, grabbing his robes before leaving to change in the bathroom as he had done many times before. (he's straight)

Before the door closed, he heard Fred call out to him. "Er ist bi!" (He's bi)

Harry chuckled under his breath, humming some. That made sense.

*Flashback*

Harry and Neville were spending time together. They had just a hard week. For Harry, it was the changing of the laws for supernatural creatures like the Werewolves, House Elves, and Goblins. It was very difficult to get any of the laws from the older judges. For Neville, school had started, and he was a bit annoyed with the disrespectful older years.

The two were at a muggle pub, letting the two drink incognito. The two weren't heavy drinkers, so it wasn't long before they were hanging off each other, just drunk enough to admit hidden secrets. They were laughing at each other happily, their words slurring. It was then that Neville gestured to some group of men.

"They're so pretty." He whined, pressing himself closer to the powerful wizard.

The young man laughed proudly, wrapping an arm around the other's shoulders. "Yeah, they are! But I like blonds!" He giggled happily.

The two laughed more, Neville giving a wide smile.

"That's why you hang with the Malfoy!" He teased happily before giggling more.

Harry giggled with him, pressing his head into his drunk friend's shoulder, listening to him ramble on about some things he likes in his partners. He had mentioned that he liked red-heads and brunettes, and something about two.

*Flashback-End*

That was as much as Harry could really remember of that night. Quickly, he shook his head as he went back to his compartment, the memory wasn't that important. Fun, but not too important.

When the train stopped. Hagrid called over the first years, smiling a little at Harry. The powerful boy was lucky and able to sit with Neville, but his original two friends were there as well. Though the young muggle-born was nervous about getting into the boat with them, her brown eyes looked uncertainly at Harry before climbing into the boat.

It soon wasn't long before the first years were being lined up once more at the Great Hall, waiting to be sorted. Like before Harry was in front of the line with Ron by his side, still trying to make small talk. The boy just politely nodded his head and gave short answers. Soon came a familiar platinum blond boy.

"I heard you are Harry Potter." The young Malfoy had his hair gelled back, like before, but his storm-grey eyes seemed to be much kinder and wiser than before. Less arrogant and full of himself and mature beyond his proper age.

The young Potter smiled more brightly and nodded at the other. To prove himself, he raised his bangs to reveal the magic scar placed on him. The other children around him backed away, eyes wide. They had not expected the boy-who-lived to show himself so casually and calmly.

"I am. Do you wish to be my friend?" He lowered his hand to the other, opening it for the young Malfoy.

The blond's brows scrunched together, confused. He had a dream about this, this was similar to what he had dreamed... But this was not how it went.

"Y-Yeah... Whatever..." He naturally lowered his head, uncharacteristically shrinking into his body.

Harry giggled, naturally reaching out and petting the boy's head. A dark blush formed on his face, his stormy eyes flashing to a more shining silver hue. It was just a flash, disappearing before the powerful wizard could really tell what happened.

"S-Stop that! Do you-"

"You're Draco Malfoy." Harry giggled again, pulling his hands to his side. "I heard you Malfoy's had pretty blond hair. They weren't wrong!"

The Malfoy chuckled, his eyes flashing once again.

"Well, what are you hoping to be sorted into? I'm going to be a Slytherin, just like my Father before me and his father before him." He puffed out his chest, a proud look on his face. There was the little brat he loved so much as child.

Harry laughed a little, nodding his head enthusiastically. "That sounds very good, Malfoy. I don't really mind wherever I go. I just hope that I can be friends with as many people." He gave another polite laugh, flashing the Malfoy a charming smile.

Before anything else could happen, Professor McGonagall reappeared. Seeing as there were no interruptions or disturbances, they were easily led to the front of the large dining room. Unlike the time before, Hermione didn't say anything about the floating candles or the magic roof of the hall.

Harry did raise an eyebrow at Hermione but said nothing as he saw the confused look on her face. Instead, he took her hand and gave it a comforting squeeze. When her eyes looked at him, he gave her a grandfatherly smile before releasing her hand.

The sorting went by quickly, almost everything staying the same with the exception of the brunette Muggle-born going into Ravenclaw and Neville into Hufflepuff. The powerful wizard thought those Houses suited the two more and the bright, proud grin on Neville was proof he also thought so. It soon was Potter's turn. He calmly went up to the hat, allowing it to be placed over his head, humming a little.

"Well, hello there~" The hat's voice cooed lowly. "It seems you're going for another sorting~ How interesting, but this time, you know the truth. Don't you, Vida?" There was a chuckle from the hat as Harry suppressed a smile. (Life?)

"Are you an item of a God, or a God themself?"

The hat chuckled once more, humming in a small bit of thought.

"I could be one, or both in truth. Time and the Fates have twisted and moulded me as they have tried you, but you know who changed yours." The young boy could feel the hat smile. "Now, where do you wish to go? Slytherin away from the Lion's den, or to a Raven's nest? What about the Badger's burrow?"

Harry hummed a little, thinking about it. He did want to spend more time with Draco, and it would be a little bit of revenge. However, it would be difficult to gain people's trust like that because of the stigma around it. The other Houses are good and would allow him to be friends with both the Lions and the Snakes, but they're not very powerful...

"I see... Very thoughtful on who to be... I pronounce you

GRYFFINDOR!"

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