In the Eyes of the Enemy

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In the Eyes of the Enemy- Chapter Three Sorting Song


“Welcome to another fine year at Hogwarts students. I trust you all had enjoyable summers away but we are glad to see that all of you have returned to us safely this year.” Dumbledore glanced around the room giving a broad smile to all the students seated at their respective tables, as he was about to continue the door of the Great Hall opened. In sauntered a smirking Draco Malfoy and a stumbling, flustered looking Hermione Granger. Dumbledore peered over the top of his half-moon spectacles with his twinkling eyes and asked, “Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger, has Hagrid and the first years arrived yet?”

Straitening her robes and herself Hermione replied, “they are right behind us sir.” Dumbledore shook his head and motioned for them to be seated.

As quickly as they vacated the spot professor McGonagall peer inside and announced to the Headmaster, “we’re ready.”

Dumbledore quickly replied, “Then by all means show them in.”

Down the center of the Great Hall came a Professor McGonagall followed by a wave of diminutive first year shaking and nervous.

Hermione whispered to Harry and Ron who sat on either side of her. “Can you believe this is the last sorting we will ever see as Hogwarts students.”

Harry replied, “I can’t believe I was ever that small.”

Ron quickly noted, “I remember being so afraid I wouldn’t get into Gryffindor, I was so scared just like them, and now I can’t image being in any other house.”

Hermione grasped her two best friends hand in hers and smiled, “we’ve come along way haven’t we.”

The three turned their attentions to the front of the hall where the sorting hat was about to begin its song:

Oh listen up little ones to what I have to say

You’ve come here to these hallowed halls to try to find your way

You’ll learn and love and all of that within this place you stay

I’ll sort you out and all apart until that fateful day

When you learn which way your heart will turn and make you sway

The Slytherins, a pesky lost, are cold as ice inside

But should you melt the glacier there a paradise you’ll find

For in their hearts burns love eternal should you free it from the rock in which they hide


In Ravenclaw those with a thrust for learning, find there passions too run deep

To free them from the books they crave the victory you’ll reep

That is a partner who will spend their nights depriving you of sleep


In Hufflepuff love comes and goes as easily lost as sought

For in there hearts is whimsy and the idea of lifetime commitments will be fought

And for you to change them from they’re merry ways, will in the end be for naught


Last be not least there’s Gryffindor the fiercest of the bunch

For in them love springs eternal and flows through everything they touch

But should they find they’ve been misused your liable to be lunch


For each house has its virtues that can’t be deigned

Come here and have a seat before and I will tell you where your heart is to reside


A bit of a chuckle pasted thought the hall at the hats new song. The laughter was quelled by a stern look from Professor McGonagall who began to call out the names of the new students who came up one by one to be sorted. Cheers rang out at each of the tables, as each new student was welcomed into their fold.

With the sorting done Dumbledore began his beginning of term announcements. “Settle down, settle down. First off welcome to Hogwarts for those of you who are just joining us this year my name is Albus Dumbledore your headmaster, and the beautiful woman to my right is Minerva McGonagall your transfiguration teacher as well as the assistant headmaster of this fine institution. Your other professors this year will be Severus Snape teaching potions, Pamona Sprout teaching herbology, Filius Flitwick teaching charms, Sibyll Trelawney teaching divinations, Rubeus Hagrid teaching care of magical creatures, Rolanda Hooch teaching flying lessons, Professor Binns teaching history of magic, Professor Vector teaching arithmancy, Shackbolt Kingsley teaching defense against the dark arts.” Shackbolt joined the Hogwarts teaching staff the previous year. After Sirius death in the ministry Shackbolt was no longer needed to cover his tracks so Dumbledore offered him the defense against the dark arts position to replace Dolores Umbridge. “New to our staff this year will be Arabella Figg who will be teaching muggle studies. Professor Figg has spent many years living and dealing with muggles. We are very lucky to have her joining us this year. I also have several other important announcements. This year like every year I must remind all students the Forbidden Forest is just that Forbidden.” Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled as he looked toward the Gryffindor table. “Also this year we will be renovating the Quidditch pitch so no matches will be held until after New Years.” Groans were heard throughout the hall but Dumbledore motioned for quite and continued. “I know this news is upsetting for many of you bur I assure you the results will be well worth the wait. For those of you on house teams you will be able to use the current pitch for the next three weeks, but after that a temporary pitch will be setup. Captains please see Madame Hooch to arrange practice times. Last but not least for those you that have not already heard your Head Girl this year is Gryffindor’s Hermione Granger and your Head Boy is Slytherin’s Draco Malfoy. In the absence of a professor they have full authority to hand out punishments. They are also your student representatives, so any concerns you have about the school should be brought to their attention or to the attention of your house prefects.”

Dumbledore smiled and with a flick of his wand the tables filled with food. “Now lets eat.”

Ron called out, “Hermione, aren’t you coming?”

Hermione shook her head and told Ron, “No Dumbledore needs to speak to Malfoy and me about our new arrangements.”

With a look of confusion Ron asked, “what arrangements?”

This was not a conversation Hermione wanted to have with Ron in the middle of the hall especially knowing his temper. She was a bit surprised since he had older brothers who had been Head Boys that he was not aware of the change in dormitories for the Head Boy and Girl. “Ron, the Head Boy and Girl share a quarters beside the Prefects meeting room haven’t you ever noticed the sign that says Heads?”

Ron cast a look down at the floor and replied, “yes but I thought it was a bathroom and could never understand why the door was always locked just when I needed it.”

Hermione held her hand up to her mouth to stifle a giggle. “No Ron that is the door that leads to the Head Boy and Girls quarters so that they are available to prefects from all houses and faculty that may need to speak with them.”

With a look of dejection, “so you won’t be in Gryffindor anymore.”

Hermione shook her head, “no not physically but it is still my house and I can go to the common any anytime I want and you can come to mine, Harry and Ginny too. He’ll just need to be with one of you to get into the prefects quarters. Speaking of Harry, you better save him, the first years are all asking for his autograph, and Collin’s won’t stop taking photos.”

Ron quickly blurted out, “but Hermione I thought you’d be in our house I had a surprise for you.”

Blushing Hermione asked, “really Ron?”

Ron thought for a moment than smiled, “You’ll have it first thing tomorrow”

Hermione smiled back at Ron, “you didn’t have to get me any surprises.”

Ron shook his head playfully, “shush you you’ll love it, but now you’ll have to wait till tomorrow I have to get this bunch of wild star struck Gryffindors to their rooms, Head Girls orders.”

Hermione blushed a deeper shade of red, “night Ron.”

With a kiss on her cheek “night Hermione.”

Draco watched the exchange between Ron and Hermione carefully from across the room and noted they’re appeared to be something between them. He knew it was going to take some of the Malfoy charm to lure Hermiones attention away from Weasley and squarely on himself. He grabbed the hand of a house elf that was clearing the last of the dinner plates. The elf looked terrified being held in held in place by the young man but nonetheless he listened intently to his orders taking the pouch of galleons pressed into his hand before disappearing with a pop. Satisfied with himself Draco made his way toward the head table to join Dumbledore and Hermione.

“Follow me Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger,” Dumbledore led the two into the Prefects meeting room. “Now the door will be set to your touch no others can open it beside the two of you, myself, or Professor McGonagall so take hold of it with your hand one at a time.” Hermione stepped up first, placing her hand on the knob. Dumbledore pulled out a glowing purple key from his pocket and placed it in the keyhole, which could be seen only with the strange glow being given off from the key. Hermione felt a strange ripple pass through her fingers as Dumbledore turned the key until a click was heard. The same prs was was done for Draco, then Dumbledore in a light joyful voiced asked “Would you like to see what’s inside?”

Hermione and Draco turned to look at each other and in unison replied, “yes, Sir!”

There was a short hallway that opened into a vast common room in the center was a bulky black couch which faced the back wall, where a large stone fireplace was lit and flooding the room with light. The walls were each covered from floor to ceiling with rows upon rows of books. There were ladders that extended the length of the walls, so that even books on the very top shelf could be reached. In front of the couch was an enormous wooden coffee table that held only a bowl overflowing with fruit, which Dumbledore insisted, would constantly refill itself regardless of how much was taken from it. Facing towards the couch on either side of the fireplace were two black leather chairs one labeled Head Boy and with the other labeled Head Girl. To the right from the entrance was a large portrait of Draco sitting on a couch in the Slytherin common room his arms back resting on the top of the couch, glaring out at everyone with a smirk across his face. To the left was an equally large portrait of Hermione curled up on a couch in the Gryffindor common room feverishly reading a book to busy to notice the group gathering in the Heads common room.

Hermione squealed with delight as she rushed towards the walls looking up and down the rows of books. Dumbledore laughed and said, “Miss Granger, you have all year to read each and every book here, should you choose to do so. You will find this room holds a copy of every book the school library holds minus the restricted section” which with a knowing twinkle in his eyes Dumbledore continued, “which will still require a professors permission to gain access to.” Dumbledore the placed a hand on each of the students shoulders and pointed them in the direction of their portraits. “You will each need to choose a password for your individual rooms, inside you will find your trunks have been brought by the house elves, and that you each have a door which leads to your private bathrooms. If there is nothing else I can do for you I will leave you to get acquainteth yth you new surroundings.”

Hermione rushed over to Dumblefore and gave he old man a tearful hug, “thank you so much for all of this.”

Dumbledore shook his head and grinned, “No dear you earned this.” With that he turned and headed back out of the room.

Hermione though desperately wanting to explore the contents of the books lining the shelves ran toward her portrait on the left side of the room and tried desperately to get the attention of her likeness who continued reading until she looked up from her book and retorted, “sorry but I needed to finish the chapter.” Then after a few moments passed asked, “now what can I do for you?”

Hermione not thinking the portrait’s behavior odd, for that is what she herself would do if engrossed in important reading material, stated, “I would like to have a look at my room.”

The portrait replied, “Have you decided on a password?” Hermione taking a moment to look around the room and seeing Draco on the other side of room having a conversation with his portrait whispered to her look-alike, “restricted section.”

The portrait replied, “excellent choice welcome to you new home.”

The portrait swung open revealing a room glowing in crimson and gold. The four-poster bed in the center of the room was larger than her previous one in the Gryffindor tower. A fireplace much smaller than the one in the common room burned in the grate casting a warm glow over the room. On the left side of her room was large window seats covered in soft crimson velvet and in the corners were propped two golden pillows. Hermione found that in her closet her robes and other clothes hung neatly inside having already been unpack by the house elves. On the right side of the room was a long dresser with and oversized mirror above it and had shelves on either side. In the back right corner opposite the window seat Hermione found a door, which she discovered, was the private boom oom Dumbledore had mentioned. The bathroom was black and white marble all around in the center of the room set into the floor was a bubbling tub with multi colored bubbles flowing from the golden taps. The walls were one continues mirror surrounding the room. Hermione deciding not to waste the beautifully prepared bath undressed and slipped into the hot tub, relaxing amongst the bubbles.

After discussing with his portrait how much more comfortable the new living quarters were from the Slytherin dungeon Draco had decided on the password of “power.” Upon entering he was greeted to a similar sight only decorated in green and silver. Draco who had been raised amongst grandness didn’t spend much time taking in his surrounding he headed directly for the bathroom where he quickly slipped into the tub. After relaxing for a few minuets he stepped out, and wrapped a dark green towel around his waist. Draco then made his way over to the to the window seat where he stared out into the night sky. Why had she cried at the sight of all those books? They weren’t tears of sadness either they were tears of joy. You’d think someone who did nothing but study would be sick of books, but not her. Draco ran his fingers through his hair what did he care that she had some strange emotional attachment to books. Could she be that passionate about other things in her life? Angry with himself he slipped into he bead and told himself ‘get mud mudblood out of your head she’s a gift for the Dark Lord nothing more.’

After her bath Hermione couldn’t help but take a peak at the common room library. She carefully check to make sure Malfoy was nowhere to be seen and slipped out of her room wearing only a light robe to cover herself. She looked through every row of the library, taking not of every book found within. The library had been organized into sections and within each section all books on a certain subject could be found. The largest sections were near Draco’s side of the room and they contained books on potions and history. Over the fireplace she found mostly muggle books on everything from literature to science, the upper most level held books on divination. Hermione chuckled to herself that she would never need to climb to such heights again as she had no use for the imprecise art of divination. Hermione’s side of the room held books on magical creatures, transfiguration, arithmancy. The walls on either side of the hallway were dedicated to books of spells for everything imaginable from banishing bugs to defying death. Hermione was perplexed though, that no matter where she looked she couldn’t find a single copy of ‘Top of the Class: Head Girls and boys of Hogwarts.’ The book was surely something Hogwarts would keep a copy of considering it was in reference to it’s history and students. Hermione had been surprised that her owl hadn’t been waiting for her with bookbook when she arrived.

Hermione decided to leave the rest of the searching for another day and when to bed. Once there though she found, she was restless in her new bed. No matter which way she turned she couldn’t find a comfortable position. It was times like this that she missed Crookshanks. Her feline friend had been killed the year before by jumping in front of a killing curse, aimed at Harry during a Quidditch match, by Voldemort. He had disappeared by portkey immediately after throwing the curse and hadn’t seen the heroic cat leap into the curse’s path. She had always known her ginger colored cat was special, and couldn’t bear the thought of replacing her with another cat. During the summer on her trip to Diagon Alley she had decided on a tawny owl named Shakespeare as her new pet. She decided she would write her parents tomorrow and ask them to send him back hopefully with the book.