The Re-Sorting

Chapter 2

Harry could feel the butterflies in his stomach as he walked up to the front of the hall, to the stool with the Hat atop and the pink toad behind. He sat down and the pink toad put the Hat atop his head. The weird thing was, however, she didn't take her hand off of it, like McGonagall had first year, instead kept her hand laying on it, even while it was on top of his head, like she was trying to control a disobedient animal. The Hat exclaimed, just like he had first year, as loud as anything. Except this time, instead of pleasing everyone, it seemed to shock them, "BETTER BE, SLYTHERIN!"

Harry hated being the cause of the stares that the whole of the hall gave him. He almost cringed when he noticed out of the corner of his eye, the red on his robe change to the Slytherin green that he had been almost bred to hate, and it was a completely senseless, close to irrational hatred. He walked over to the Slytherin table with the eyes of everyone following him. He was completely zoned out again. It happened a lot more now than ever before. It was almost like if he didn't focus on reality too hard, it would go away and he could never be bothered by anything or anyone again. He sat down mechanically, not looking at who was around him, not really caring, if he was honest with himself(he wasn't)

Harry's only comfort with knowing what was coming with the rest of the year was that both of the twins were in Slytherin with him, so there were some familiar faces, ones that didn't hate his guts, anyway. The food then materialised, as it always did, but he wasn't hungry. He thought he would be, seeing as how he hadn't eaten much more than about three pomegranates all summer, and that was because he had found them in the pantry at night at the very beginning and managed to ration them to last the whole summer.

TW:DISORDERED/ABNORMAL EATING

He looked at the food in front of him, and just the same, even though he wasn't hungry and didn't want it, grabbed a piece of chicken and tried to eat some. There were three or four bites in his stomach before he felt as though he was going to be sick. He fled the great Hall for fear of puking right then and there, in front of everyone, and he ran, as fast as he could, to the bathrooms nearest the Great Hall. He stayed in there for what seemed like hours, throwing up every last bit of anything in his stomach and then spitting bile.

TRIGGER END

Eventually he got up and went down to the Slytherin dorms, then realised he didn't know the password to get in. Instead, he just hissed open, please, and let me in using parseltongue. The man in the portrait looked shocked. But he didn't say anything, just let him in. Harry decided that instead of bothering whoever he had been forced to room with, he would just sleep in the common room. He then stumbled over to a couch somewhere close to the fire, he didn't want to be cold in the morning, and flopping down, curling himself into a ball, he didn't want to take up too much space and bother anyone who wanted to sit on the couch in the morning, and falling asleep within a few minutes without even taking off his tie.