Slytherin's Lion
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,409
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Slytherin's Lion
Disclaimer—I don’t own any form of Harry Potter currently under copyright. I do own my OC, though!
Hey everybody, I’m new to this kind of writing so I hope you like this!
Thanks!! Fleur
PROLOGUE-- THE SORTING
My life (as I knew it, anyway) was completely wrenched from under my feet the second I felt that Sorting Hat touch my head. It was September first, 1991, and I had just arrived for the first time at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, leather shoes squelching and squeaking on the floor of the Great Hall. I was not very happy about the ride in the rowboats up to the castle. Open water, and the things living in it, has always made me a little queasy. At least I didn’t have to row; I had gotten into a boat with a couple of boys and they offered to do it, probably because my face had greened as soon as I heard the gamekeeper shout “Firs’ years this way” as he pointed to the dark waves.
Some of the other first years looked a little nervous as we all huddled together. I was not too concerned about the Sorting. My parents had told me ever since I was young about the magical hat. There was a boy in front of me with flaming red hair who’d said something about wrestling a troll, which I thought was a lot more creative than some of the other rumors I’d heard. I’d never corrected anyone about the matter before—I don’t care what amuses them—but the boy looked so frightened about it that I thought I’d tap him on the shoulder and set him straight.
I never got the chance, though, because that’s when they started calling the first names. I just had to wait for my turn before I was to sit before the entire student body on the rickety stool. As I waited, I looked at the faces of my table. Kindly, good people, it seemed, who smiled and cheered loudly whenever anyone joined them, as would I. I anticipated that row of redheads whooping noisily (well, maybe just the two on the end) as I would take a seat across from them. Yes, I already knew which of the Houses I was going to be in—with a name like Rose Godricson, and a pureblood family housed in Gryffindor for the past two hundred years, what could you expect of me? I knew I would be one as well, and this thought calmed my nerves.
When I felt the soft folds around my ears, flattening my blonde bangs, I was excited. I couldn’t wait to hear those words I had been waiting my whole life to hear—brave…smart… courageous… Starting to smile at the Gryffindors, I grasped the hat off of my head as it began to yell.
“SLYTHERIN!”
Hey everybody, I’m new to this kind of writing so I hope you like this!
Thanks!! Fleur
PROLOGUE-- THE SORTING
My life (as I knew it, anyway) was completely wrenched from under my feet the second I felt that Sorting Hat touch my head. It was September first, 1991, and I had just arrived for the first time at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, leather shoes squelching and squeaking on the floor of the Great Hall. I was not very happy about the ride in the rowboats up to the castle. Open water, and the things living in it, has always made me a little queasy. At least I didn’t have to row; I had gotten into a boat with a couple of boys and they offered to do it, probably because my face had greened as soon as I heard the gamekeeper shout “Firs’ years this way” as he pointed to the dark waves.
Some of the other first years looked a little nervous as we all huddled together. I was not too concerned about the Sorting. My parents had told me ever since I was young about the magical hat. There was a boy in front of me with flaming red hair who’d said something about wrestling a troll, which I thought was a lot more creative than some of the other rumors I’d heard. I’d never corrected anyone about the matter before—I don’t care what amuses them—but the boy looked so frightened about it that I thought I’d tap him on the shoulder and set him straight.
I never got the chance, though, because that’s when they started calling the first names. I just had to wait for my turn before I was to sit before the entire student body on the rickety stool. As I waited, I looked at the faces of my table. Kindly, good people, it seemed, who smiled and cheered loudly whenever anyone joined them, as would I. I anticipated that row of redheads whooping noisily (well, maybe just the two on the end) as I would take a seat across from them. Yes, I already knew which of the Houses I was going to be in—with a name like Rose Godricson, and a pureblood family housed in Gryffindor for the past two hundred years, what could you expect of me? I knew I would be one as well, and this thought calmed my nerves.
When I felt the soft folds around my ears, flattening my blonde bangs, I was excited. I couldn’t wait to hear those words I had been waiting my whole life to hear—brave…smart… courageous… Starting to smile at the Gryffindors, I grasped the hat off of my head as it began to yell.
“SLYTHERIN!”