Kapitel 58: Chapter - 58 : Sorting Secrets
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"I'll bet!" Millicent Bustrode looked impressed.
"I didn't think the Blacks had any Seers in their bloodline," Draco said thoughtfully, no doubt going through the whole Black family tree in his head.
Harry hummed agreement. "It might be from my Aubrey side, I don't know. I've never actually met any of them except my mother and she never really wanted to talk about her family."
"So, Black!" Graham Montague – third year student and Slytherin Chaser – cut into the conversation, leaning over from his seat farther down the table. "Are you Sirius Black's son?"
"I am," Harry said, catching the attention of several other older students sitting nearby.
Montague smirked unpleasantly. "So where were you while your father was locked up in Azkaban?"
Harry did his best to appear unaffected, while beside him Hermione shot him a startled and slightly uncertain look. "With my mum in France," he said.
"Oh yeah, I remember hearing about that," Terrance Higgs - Slytherin's Seeker - joined the conversation. "Your mum was Evelinda Aubrey, right? Didn't she run away from Britain due to the shame of carrying a bastard child?"
"Not exactly," Harry said evenly. "She left to get away from the war."
"Anyway, Orion is a Black now," Draco spoke up in his usual arrogant tone of voice. "Uncle Sirius has officially accepted him into the family."
Higgs wasn't ready to let it go. "He's still a bastard."
"Do you really want to insult the possible future Paterfamilias of the Noble and Ancient House of Black and my cousin?" Draco gave an eerily accurate impression of an angry Lucius Malfoy. "You whose grandfather was a muggleborn wizard?"
"Fine," Higgs said, trying to keep his composure but paling slightly. "Black, I apologise for any insult I may have inadvertently given."
Harry smirked at him. "You're forgiven." He found it amusing to see the older Slytherin humbled and was actually rather touched by Draco's defence.
Higgs and Montague quickly went back to ignoring the first years, but Hermione couldn't remain silent any longer. "Orion, why was your father in prison?" She looked almost ready to bolt as Harry told her all about Sirius being suspected of betraying the Potters and murdering over a dozen muggles with one curse. Once Harry reached the part where he was thrown into Azkaban without a trial, however, her attitude changed to one of outrage. "Oh my god! That's terrible! How could something like that be allowed to happen?"
Harry smiled sadly. "It was just at the end of the war. A sort of martial law had been brought in, giving Aurors the right to arrest suspects on the flimsiest of evidence and to hold them without trial. Dad should've got one later, of course, but he never did. I don't know if it was an honest mistake or the result of bribery or corruption or what. Who knows?"
"Orion was the one who got Uncle Sirius' case reopened," Draco informed the other first years.
"Really?" Nott asked. "How?"
Answering one question lead to many more, like how he'd persuaded the DMLE to listen to him and how he'd known about Pettigrew in the first place. Not wanting to pass up the opportunity to gain his house-mates respect, Harry guiltily side-lined Mr Weasley's part in the whole thing.
Just as he was finishing the story, Dumbledore stood up once more and the hall gradually fell silent. "Ahem - now that we're all fed and watered, there are a few start of term notices to hand out," the Headmaster announced. "I wish to remind all students that magic is not to be performed in the corridors and that the Forbidden Forest remains, as always, forbidden. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of term - anyone interested in playing for their house team should contact Madam Hooch."
Harry wondered whether he had any chance of being allowed onto the Quidditch team as a first year. He regretfully decided it was unlikely, considering that not only was he not the Boy Who Lived, but he also had Severus Snape as his Head of House.
"And finally, once again a new teacher will be joining us here at Hogwarts," Dumbledore informed the students. "Please welcome Professor Footswitch, who will be instructing you in Defence Against the Dark Arts."
Dumbledore gestured along the staff table to where an unfamiliar wizard was sitting beside Professor McGonagall. With a nod of thanks to the Headmaster, the wizard stood up and bowed to the hall. He was quite tall, wore neatly-pressed black robes, and had his hair sternly combed back in a straight parting. Harry took an instinctive dislike to him.
"Here we go again," Montague muttered as the students half-heartedly applauded.
"Wonder what's going to happen to this one," Higgs said.
Montague had a rather bloodthirsty look on his face as he considered the possibilities. "I say it's a toss-up between him leaving the school in disgrace or turning up dead and dismembered in the Forbidden Forest."
"Well then! Bedtime – off you all trot!" Dumbledore waved them off with a bright smile on his face.
There was a thundering noise as every student in the hall pushed back their chairs and stood up. The first years shuffled along in a group, following one of the Slytherin prefects – who introduced herself as Fiona Urquhart – out of the Great Hall and down into the dungeons.
The Slytherin common room was just as Harry remembered it – dark and low-ceilinged, with a few small windows through which the murky water of the lake could be seen. To get to their dormitories the first years had to follow a winding staircase leading even deeper down, until they reached a fork where two corridors branched off. Hermione gave Harry a small wave goodbye as the girls headed to the left and the boys went right.
The boys' dormitory, while dark and lit with an eerie green light that glinted off the ornamental snakes curled around the bed-posts, was actually quite a comfortable room. It was large and spacious, and each boy had a four-poster bed, a wardrobe and a small desk to themselves. Harry was no longer used to the idea of not having any real privacy, but supposed he'd just have to put up with it. This was going to be his life for the next seven years, after all.
Harry missed the cheerful colours of red and gold, but had to admit he was probably more suited to Slytherin. As Harry Potter he had rushed thoughtlessly into dangerous situations, never stopping to consider the risks - typical Gryffindor behaviour, in short. As Orion Black, however, he was planning to gain political influence, destroy Voldemort's Horcruxes and prevent a war – and all in secret. With that sort of cunning and ambition it was almost inevitable that he'd ended up in Slytherin.
At least Hermione was in the same House as him, making it easier for them to be friends. Harry hadn't been at all happy about her Sorting earlier but he was beginning to feel more optimistic about her chances of surviving as a Slytherin. Draco, Daphne and Crabbe would probably listen to him if he asked them to leave her alone and as for the others… well, Harry pretending he 'Saw' that Hermione would one day be a powerful and intelligent witch (which she would be, Harry thought virtuously) would at least make them more cautious about openly mocking her.
One thing was certain; his Sorting had put a stop to any hopes Harry might have had over befriending Ron. It seemed the choice had been taken entirely out of his hands. Ron would never consider being on good terms with a Slytherin.
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