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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make anything from the
writing of this.

This is a rewrite of Shades of Black.�
If you�ve read it you�ll notice the differences I�m sure.� I am not changing the story, just improving upon
what�s already written and make corrections.

Note:� This starts right before the sorting in Harry
Potter and the Sorcerer�s Stone (pg 135 in my paperback copy).� I�m assuming (I know I shouldn�t assume because
it makes an ass out of u and me but I think it�s alright this time) that you
know the background and what happened in the beginning.� Parts of this chapter are taken directly from
the book.

Chapter 1

�� You�ll
soon find out that some wizarding families are much better than others,
Potter.� You don�t want to go making
friends with the wrong sort.� I can help
you there.� Draco Malfoy purred, holding his hand out to Harry.

�� The
ebony haired teen looked thoughtful.� He
wanted to know more about the world he had been thrust into, he wanted to prove
that he wasn�t just a scar. He glanced at Ron Weasley, the red head that had
come to his compartment earlier.� He had
been friendly enough, if not demanding, although the moment he had heard his
name he had wanted to see his scar.� The
blonde boy offering his hand had yet to demand anything.� He didn�t see why he couldn�t be friends with
both, Draco was confident and perhaps it was that confidence more than anything
that drew him in.� Slowly he took his
hand, wringing a sound of outrage and disdain from Ron.� A smirk made residence on the blonde�s face
as he gently tugged Harry behind him.

�� That
look is rather becoming on you Weasley.� He glanced at Harry, �Come, let�s get
you into robes, we�re nearly there.� Draco made sure Harry grabbed his robes
before showing him to another compartment, �You really need better attire.� Do those muggles you�re forced to stay with
think you�re a whale?� Harry was blushing as he changed into his robes, looking
down at the floor a bit.� Draco waved his
hand in a dismissive gesture, �Not to worry, I�m sure we can figure something
out.�

�� Upon
their arrival the voice of the half-giant, Hagrid, could be heard calling over
the large group of students, �Firs� years!�
Firs� years over here!� All right
there, Harry?� He asked with a smile, which Harry returned, �C�mon, follow me �
any more firs� years?� Mind yer step,
now!� Firs� years follow me!�

�� The
group of first years made their way over the slick rocks, following him to the
lake.� Draco didn�t look happy about
taking orders from the big oaf; Harry ignored the look, Hagrid had been his
first contact with the wizarding world after all.� The young man was looking forward to seeing
what this year would bring.

�� No
more�n four to a boat!� Hagrid called breaking Harry from his thoughts as they
came upon a group of boats.� Draco and
Harry got in one followed by the two dimwitted goons, Crabbe and Goyle,
�Everyone in?� Hagrid asked so everyone could here, �Right then � FORWARD!�
When they finally arrived at the school they were greeted by a witch in emerald
green robes with black hair tied back in a bun, �The firs� years, Professor
McGonagall.� Hagrid said, turning them over to her care.

�� Thank
you, Hagrid.� I will take them from
here.� She said, pulling the doors open.

�� The
entrance hall spread out before them in grand relief, the likes of which Harry
had never set eyes on before.� He took it
all in distractedly as they were ushered inside.� Immediately hushed whispers spread through
the students before Professor McGonagall spoke up, sending the crowd into
silence.

�� Welcome
to Hogwarts.� The start-of-term banquet
will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will
be sorted into your Houses.� The Sorting
is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your House will be
something like your family within Hogwarts.�
You will have classes with the rest of your House, sleep in your House
dormitory, and spend free time in your House common room.� The four Houses are called Gryffindor,
Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.�
Each House has its own noble history and each his produced outstanding
witches and wizards.� While you are at
Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your House points, while any rule-breaking
will lose House points.� At the end of
the year, the House with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great
honor.� I hope each of you will be a
credit to whichever House becomes yours.�
The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the
rest of the school.� I suggest you all
smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting.� I shall return when we are ready for
you.� Please wait quietly.�

�� The
room was filled with hushed whispers about the infamous sorting ceremony, no
one knowing what to expect.� He heard Ron
mention something to another boy about a troll.�
Someone else asked if it was going to hurt, while a young girl with
bushy hair scoffed at the question, stating that of course it wasn�t going to
hurt, they wouldn�t harm students.�
Before long the doors opened and Professor McGonagall ushered the
nervous first years into the Great Hall.�
The ceiling seemed like a giant skylight, looking exactly like it did
outside.� Harry gasped softly in awe at
the sights that greeted his eyes.� There
were four tables, one for each house, lined up in front of the staff table at
the end of the hall.� In front of the
staff table was a stool with a battered looking hat sitting on it.� Harry looked at it wearily, unsure what would
happen.� Suddenly it began to speak, its
voice for everyone to hear.

�� Oh,
you may not think I�m pretty,

�� But
don�t judge on what you see,

�� I�ll
eat myself if you can find

�� A
smarter hat than me.

�� You
can keep your bowlers black,

�� Your
top hats sleek and tall,

�� For
I�m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

�� And
I can cap them all.

�� There�s
nothing hidden in your head

�� The
Sorting Hat can�t see,

�� So
try me on and I will tell you

�� Where
you ought to be.

�� You
might belong to Gryffindor,

�� Where
dwell the brave at heart,

�� Their
daring, nerve, and chivalry

�� Set
Gryffindor apart;

�� You
might belong to Hufflepuff,

�� Where
they are just and loyal,

�� Those
patient Hufflepuffs are true

�� And
unafraid of toil;

�� Or
yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

�� If
you�ve a ready mind,

�� Where
those of wit and learning,

�� Will
always find their kind;

�� Or
perhaps in Slytherin

�� You�ll
make your true friends,

�� Those
cunning folk use any means

�� To
achieve their ends.

�� So
put me on!� Don�t be afraid!

�� And
don�t get in a flap!

�� You�re
in safe hands (though I have none)

�� For
I�m a Thinking Cap!�

�� The
entire hall burst into applause as the hat finished its rhyme.� A sigh of relief came from Ron who had
managed to maneuver himself closer to Harry, it almost seemed as though he had
gotten over his anger from the train or he had some ulterior motive.

�� So
we�ve just got to try on the hat!� I�ll
kill Fred; he was going on about wrestling a troll.� Draco growled at the red
head, shooting him an angry glare for daring to talk to the black haired boy.

�� Professor
McGonagall stepped forward with a long roll of parchment before Harry had a
chance to reply, �When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the
stool to be sorted.� She said before beginning with the first name on the list.

�� Hermione,
a girl that Harry had met on the train, was put into Gryffindor, as were Ron
and Neville.� Draco was placed into
Slytherin.� Finally it was Harry�s
turn.� When his name was read murmurs
spread through the hall, wondering if it was really him.� He growled to himself and sat on the stool,
the hat placed on his head.

�� Hmm.�
The hat was talking to him, causing him to scowl, �Difficult.� Very difficult.� Plenty of courage, I see.� Not a bad mind either.� There�s talent, oh my goodness yes � and a
nice thirst to prove yourself, now that�s interesting�So where shall I put
you?�

�� Harry�s
scowl deepened and he thought, �What do you think?� He sneered mentally.

�� You
could be great and Slytherin will help you on your way to greatness.� Yes, yes, I think that would be best for
you.� It said to him, he realized that only he could hear what the hat was
saying, �SLYTHERIN!� He said for the whole hall to hear.

�� Harry
half smiled and took the hat off, striding over to the table where Draco was
seated.� The Slytherin�s cheered and as
Harry looked up at the head table, the old man in the middle who he had a
feeling was the headmaster, looked back at him.�
He didn�t look pleased by where Harry had been placed but he hid it
well.� Draco smiled at him and patted him
on the back; Harry turned to him and smiled in return.� He had a feeling that this was going to be a
good year.� After everyone was sorted
into their respective houses the headmaster stood.� Harry realized that he was the same man on
the wizarding card he had gotten from the chocolate frog, Albus Dumbledore.

�� Welcome!�
He said with a smile, he seemed happy to see all the students although Harry
remembered the way he had looked when he had been sorted into Slytherin and
rolled his eyes, �Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts!� Before we begin our banquette, I would like
to say a few words.� And here they are:� Nitwit!�
Blubber!� Oddment!� Tweak!�
Thank you!� He said before sitting back down.� Now Harry thought the man was just daft.� Who says words like that in succession?� By the look on Draco�s face he was thinking
along the same lines.

�� He
looked back at the table and it was covered in food.� Draco began filling his plate and Harry
joined him, gods he was hungry.� The
Dursleys had never really given him a decent meal and all this food looked
delicious.� They all ate happily until
Harry spotted a ghost covered in silvery blood.�
Harry blanched a bit, unsure what to think.� Draco seemed to notice and whispered in his
ear.

�� That�s
the Bloody Baron.� My father told me that
he�s our house�s ghost.� He said with a shudder.

�� Finally
the food was done.� Everyone seemed sated
and happy with their meal.� Throughout
dinner Harry and Draco worked on ignoring the ghost who seemed strangely drawn
to where they were seated.� They
certainly weren�t going to be the ones to tell a blood covered ghost what not to
do or where to be.� Weasley had been
glaring daggers at Harry ever since he had been sorted, he had even seen him
mouth the word �traitor�.� He didn�t
understand, how could he be a traitor because of the house he was sorted
into?� Any desire to have any kind of
friendship with the boy he met on the train went up in smoke at that moment.

�� How
many of those red haired gits are there?� Harry asked softly.

�� Draco
looked disgusted, �Far too many.� He sneered, �They reproduce like bloody
rabbits.� Harry smiled slightly at the analogy, �I have a lot to teach you
Harry.� He said with a smile, �Since you were with those idiot muggles for so
long.�

�� Harry
nodded, �I hate them.� He said softly.

�� Draco
nodded in agreement and was about to speak again when Dumbledore stood up,
�Ahem � just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered.� I have a few start-of-term notices to give
you.� First years should note that the
forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils.� And a few of our older students would do well
to remember that as well.� He said, looking at the Weasley twins, �I have also
been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should
be used between classes in the corridors.�
Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term.� Anyone interested in playing for their House
teams should contact Madam Hooch.� And
finally, I must tell you that this year; the third-flood corridor on the
right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very
painful death.� Harry scowled and Draco snorted in disgust, �And now, before we
go to bed, let us sing the school song!� Dumbledore said happily, the other
teaches had fixed smiles on their faces.�
Dumbledore flicked his wand and a golden ribbon snaked out, winding itself
into words, �Everyone pick their favorite tune and off we go!�

�� With
that they began to sing although Draco, Harry, and most of the other Slytherins
chose not to join in.

�� Hogwarts,
Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

�� Teach
us something please,

�� Whether
we be old and bald

�� Or
young with scabby knees.

�� Our
heads could do with filling

�� With
some interesting stuff,

�� For
now they�re bare and full of air,

�� Dead
flies and bits of fluff,

�� So
teach us things worth knowing,

�� Bring
back what we�ve forgot,

�� Just
do your best, we�ll do the rest,

�� And
learn until our brains all rot.�

�� Everyone
finished at different times, the last were the Weasley twins, singing at a
funeral march.� Harry rolled his
eyes.� Dumbledore looked ecstatic; he was
clapping the loudest when the song ended, while Draco looked bored.

�� Ah,
music.� He said, wiping his eyes, �A magic beyond all we do here!� And now, bedtime.� Off you trot.�

�� Everyone
stood and followed their respective house�s prefects.� Draco and Harry followed after their prefect,
lead down into the dungeons.� Harry
wasn�t sure what to think about living there.�
Having no windows was something he was accustomed to.� They walked to a stone wall causing Harry to
look a touch confused, there wasn�t any sign of a door.� The prefect stopped and looked at it for a
moment before speaking.

�� Meracum
sanguis.� He said with a smile, the wall slid open.

�� Harry
held back a gasp of surprise as they all walked inside and the wall slid closed
behind them, �What does meracum sanguis mean?� He asked Draco once they were
inside.

�� He
whispered back, �Pure blood.� He replied.

�� Harry
nodded in reply.� The common room they
entered was bathed in a green glow from the hanging lamps and a fire burned on
one wall.� Theere were comfortable chairs
and couches arranged around the room.�
From there they were directed to their rooms.� Because they had the dungeons to themselves,
except for the potions classroom and Professor Snape�s office, Snape just
happened to be their head of house as well, it was divided into two students
per room.� Draco and Harry were sharing
one.� The four poster beds were done up
in green and silver, Slytherin colors.�
It was actually quite warm in the dungeons and as Harry looked around
the room he would be sharing he noticed that his trunk was already there.� Draco lay out on his bed with a sigh.

�� What
do you think Harry?� He asked, looking up at his canopied bed, green curtains
edged with silver were tied to the posts.

�� Nice.�
He replied, sitting on his own bed.

�� He
smiled, �Anything you want to know?� I
realize you�ve been away from our world for quite awhile but I�m going to help
you.� He was being nice, not the face he put on in front of some of the others.

�� Why
make our password pure blood?� He said, tracing the silver patterns in the
velvet duvet.

�� He
smiled at that, �Purebloods are wizards who have wizarding heritage, like my
family, the Malfoys, we�re an old pureblood line.� Mudbloods,� He paused for a moment,
�Muggleborns, are obviously from non-magical stock.� There are half-bloods as well, they�re
usually from a witch or wizard and a muggle.� Harry nodded in understanding,
�Then of course there�s squibs.� Harry raised an eyebrow, �Someone who�s born
to a witch and wizard but doesn�t have an ounce of magical talent, pathetic
really.� He looked rather disgusted by the concept, �We should be getting to
bed, I can teach you more later.� He said, changing into some night clothes.

�� Thanks
Draco.� Harry replied, looking a bit nervously at his own pajamas before following
suit.

�� Don�t
worry Harry, we�ll see about getting you some proper attire.� Once they were in
bed the lights turned off and they fell asleep, wrapped in soft velvet and
silk.
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