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Hidden Family	By : vinsmouse Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 17507 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter XV
1st September, 1991
Hagrid’s grin widened, if such a thing were possible, over the reactions of the children as they caught their first sight of Hogwarts. The lights shining from the castle, reflected off the surface of the lake lending an ethereal air to the already magical castle. He gave them all a moment to drink in the sight before instructing them to enter the boats.
Harry and Hermione exchanged a relieved look as Susan made it to the boat first; Neville having already climbed in left their boat full. They had seen Ron making a beeline for the boat they’d chosen. Neither child had been looking forward to more of the redhead’s company.
Upon exiting the train Draco had, unfortunately, been reunited with his two bodyguards. Ignoring their questions he led the way to the boats. He said nothing to the boy already in the boat, he simply took his seat giving the other a small nod of acknowledgement in greeting. Throughout the ride to the castle, the lecture from McGonagall and the wait to be sorted he was deep in thought.
He knew, from his father, how they were to be sorted. From his mother he knew that it was possible to influence the decision of the hat. It was this he was currently contemplating. He knew his father expected him to be in Slytherin house, as Malfoys had always been. Until he had met Harry and Hermione he had never considered any other possibility. Now he wondered if perhaps another house wouldn’t be better for his purposes.
“Oh Harry you don’t suppose they would use a test to sort us do you?” Hermione nervously asked as she listened to the children around her.
Harry smiled. In the ordinary way Hermione would have seen the flaw in such a question for herself, being nervous, however, she wasn’t thinking quite rationally. “I don’t think so Mione,” Harry replied. “How could they expect first years to perform magic when they haven’t been taught, especially muggleborns?”
Hermione blushed, a sheepish smile crossing her face. “Sorry, I’m a bit nervous I suppose.”
Harry bumped her shoulder. “Aren’t we all?” he grinned. They were interrupted by screams from the other children. Turning around they saw several ghosts floating through the wall. It was this that had caused the screams. Seeing the children the ghosts quickly began to welcome them only to be stopped by McGonagall re-entering the chamber.
As they entered the Great Hall, Harry and Hermione looked up. “It’s just like the book said,” Hermione whispered.
Harry nodded, pulling his eyes from the ceiling as the Sorting Hat began its song. The entire hall was silent as the hat sang of the houses, using the song to tell of the attributes each house was known for. Harry had discussed the house system with his grandfather and the others after Amelia told them about it. The consensus of the group was that basing friendships on your house at school was ridiculous and counter productive to the development of a more peaceful magical world. Harry and Hermione, after further discussion between the two, decided that they would endeavour to become acquainted with children from all of the houses.
As Hermione’s name was called Harry gave her an encouraging smile. It wasn’t any surprise to Harry when his friend was sorted into Ravenclaw.
As the sorting continued Harry glanced up at the head table. He was taken aback at the glare one of the professors aimed his way. His first thought was that this man was perhaps having a bad day. After a moment’s observation he concluded that while the man didn’t seem to be a cheery sort under any circumstances his particular rancour was aimed at Harry himself. Harry couldn’t imagine why any of the teachers should be aggravated with him at this point in the proceedings.
His perusal of the teachers was interrupted by the calling of Neville to be sorted. He wondered where the boy would end up. He seemed somewhat shy so he could be considered brave in coming to Hogwarts at all. On the other hand his work with plants indicated he wasn’t afraid of hard work. His musings came to a halt as the hat shouted Hufflepuff and Neville made his way to his house table amid welcoming cheers. Draco’s name was called shortly after Neville’s sorting.
Draco nervously made his way to the front of the hall, though he showed no sign of his nervousness, he was a Malfoy after all. He was thankful his parents had told him what to expect. Without that forewarning Draco was sure he would have jumped a foot at the voice speaking inside his mind.
“Ah a Malfoy, but what’s this? Oh my, this isn’t going to be as easy as I supposed. You certainly would do well in Slytherin that is if you wish to follow the path your father set for you.”
“I’m not sure I do. I think maybe I should meet people in other houses too, I might even make,” Draco hesitated, “friends.”
The Sorting Hat felt a bit saddened. So many destined for Slytherin had no concept of friendship, being taught from birth that such a thing was for those too weak to wield true power. “Slytherin would make that difficult.”
Draco snorted in a most un-Malfoy like way. “It would be impossible,” he corrected the hat. “The other snakes would make my life miserable and none of the other houses, except maybe Ravenclaw, would even speak to me. Even the Claws wouldn’t believe I wanted to be friends.”
“Quite right,” the hat agreed. “You would never survive in Gryffindor and if you did I’m not sure you would survive your father’s wrath.” He well remembered the uproar the last time a destined Slytherin was sorted to the house of the Lions. “Nor would Hufflepuff fit you. Are you sure of your decision?”
“Yes, I want friends not minions,” Draco firmly replied.
“Then it had better be...Ravenclaw!”
With a grin Draco pulled the hat from his head, handing it to McGonagall before proudly walking to the Ravenclaw table. The welcome he received was a touch less certain than it had been for others but Draco easily understood their surprise. Quite enjoying the surprised looks on the faces of the others in the hall, both students and teachers, Draco couldn’t resist adding to their shock. Taking a seat next to Hermione he greeted her with a warm smile.
Moving his attention back to the staff table, Harry was surprised by the look of shock on each face. Even the teacher with the hook nose who had seemed so angry earlier now wore the same shocked look as the others. Moving his glance along the table his eyes met those of Headmaster Dumbledore. He recognized him immediately from pictures Amelia had shown him. He felt a small brush against his mental shields and quickly averted his eyes. He was exceedingly grateful to Amelia for teaching him and Hermione the mind arts. He was tempted to try his own probe of Dumbledore’s mind but decided against it, not wanting to tip his hand so soon. With a start he realized his name had been called.
“Hello Mr. Potter,” the hat greeted him as it came to rest on his head.
“Hello Mr. Hat,” Harry returned the greeting with a small grin. “I should like to be with my friend Hermione please.”
“We shall see,” the hat murmured. “You could do well in any of the houses you know.”
“Perhaps but I prefer Ravenclaw.”
“You do have the intelligence and quite a drive to learn as much as you can. Yes, no other house would do, I see that now. Well as you insist it had better be...Ravenclaw!”
Harry handed the hat to McGonagall and made his way to his table amid thunderous applause. Taking a seat on Hermione’s other side he listened to the rest of the sorting. The only other sorting to draw attention was that of Ron Weasley when the hat burst into loud laughter.
Ron marched to the front. He had wanted to be in Gryffindor with his brothers but his mother had told him to become friends with Harry Potter. He couldn’t do that if they weren’t in the same house. Determined to obey his mother he decided he would have to find a way to convince the hat he was smart enough for Ravenclaw. Shouldn’t be too hard, he was a chess master after all and it took brains for that.
“Let’s see, oh a Weasley well I know where to put you.”
“Wait,” Ron anxiously called to the hat. “I don’t want to be in Gryffindor.”
The Sorting Hat was shocked. A Weasley not in the house of Lions? No Weasley had been in any other house for over a hundred years. The hat knew his job though; he would hear the child out. “Where then do you think I should place you?”
“Ravenclaw,” Ron decisively answered. He was shocked and hurt by the laughter that rang through the hall. He couldn’t say how long it lasted but it seemed to Ron as if the hat would never stop laughing. “I’m smart enough for Ravenclaw,” he protested. “I’m a chess master you know.”
“I’m sorry my boy but intelligence in one area does not a Ravenclaw make. No, no, you would never be happy there nor would your housemates approve of your sloth. But if not Gryffindor or Ravenclaw then perhaps one of the others. Oh no, Slytherin would eat you alive my boy,” he quickly eased the boy’s mind as a panicked chant of not Slytherin rose from the child. “The only cunning you possess lies in chess and how to obtain more food than is your share. Your sloth and lack of loyalty certainly bars your entry to Hufflepuff. You leave me no choice child, it must be...Gryffindor.”

Disappointed not to be in Ravenclaw but relieved the hat hadn’t put him in Slytherin, Ron gladly made his way to Gryffindor. He had no sooner taken his seat when his brothers began peppering him with questions about his sorting. Luckily the sorting had ended with the next student and Dumbledore stood to start the feast.
Harry and Hermione exchanged a look as the food appeared. “Is he quite mad?” Hermione asked Draco in a soft voice.
“He’d like you to think so,” Draco replied. The look of understanding on the faces of both Harry and Hermione told him he had made the right choice in his pursuit of their friendship.
TBC....
A/N: Sorry for the lack of Biggles and company but rest assured they will appear again next chapter.
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