The Locket ~ Finished

The Sorting

A/N: I don't own Harry Potter. If you are triggered by swearing or boyxboy, just leave my profile entirely. This is a fanfic dedicated to LittlexMissx who inspired me to write this story. Thanks!

P.S., there will be more chapters, so don't freak out.

"Dialogue"
Writing

"Potter, Harry!" The professor had said his name. The young wizard stood up and walked to the stool, then sat down. A hat was placed over his eyes.

:Ah, the famous Harry Potter. What house should I put you in?: Harry's eyes widened.

:I-I can speak to you. Why can I talk? I'm mute: The hat chuckled.

:I know.So, which house to please you in? Hufflepuff would do you no good, Ravenclaw could work. Gryffiondor would make you a good wizard, a brave wizard. Is that what you want?: Harry thought about it for a moment.

:I don't want to be in gryffiondor, all the students in that house will surely make fun of me. Just put me in a house that I'll fit into, please: There was a pause.

:If that's what you want, you'll have to go in-: "SLYTHERIN!" The hat shouted, Harry smiled. He stood up and walked to the slytherin table, who where all clapping politely. The boy with jade eyes sat down next to a blonde boy.

"Hello, my name is Draco Malfoy. Son of Lucius Malfoy." He smirked, Harry took out a piece of paper, Draco frowned.

Hi, I'm Harry Potter, you can call me Harry.

He put the paper in front of the boy, his gray eyes scanned it over.

"Why aren't you speaking?" Harry frowned.

I'm mute, I can't talk. Sorry if I offended you.

Draco took the paper,

"Oh, what happened?" Harry sighed.

I can't tell you.

"Why not?" They were interrupted by the headmaster's speech. After that, food appeared on the table. The mute student ate slowly,

"How is he going to cast spells if he can't talk? A mute can't save the wizarding world." Harry heard a student say. He watched as Draco glared at the student and walked over to talk to him. The emerald eyes glimmered in amusement. The blonde sat back down, now much closer to him.

"Are you alright?" He asked softly, Harry nodded and smiled slightly. "Good. Tell me if anyone bothers you."

There is no need to be so protective, Draco. I'll be fine on my own. You should be worried, you've made an enemy.

Harry wrote on the piece of paper, handing it to his new friend. This made Malfoy grin.

"All students please follow the prefects to your dorms." Albus Dumbledore said, there was a shuffle as students got up and crowded together. Harry and Draco followed their prefect to the dorm room.

"The password is monkshood, it changes ever Friday. Make sure to ask a prefect or look on the events board for the password." When he said 'monkshood', the portrait of Salazar Slytherin opened. The students went inside.

"Second through seventh, go to your dorms. First years, stay here for Professor Severus Snape's speech." Another prefect said. A man with black robes on walked in.

"Slytherin is the most honorable of the houses." He paused to look at the students, dark eyes showed no emotion. Those eyes focused on Harry, "We are a family. If you're doing something against the rules, don't get caught." The corner of his lip curled into a smirk. "Stick together, fight back, and be proud. Go to bed." Harry started to walk to the dorms, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Mr. Potter, come with me." The boy frowned slightly, but nodded to show that he understood. The potions master led him to his office. "Sit down." He motioned to the leather chairs. Harry sat down, staring at the carpet. "I am aware of your... situation. I've convinced the headmaster to let you to stay here for the summer. Every Sunday at eleven a.m. sharp, you will come to my office to help you learn spells that will allow you to communicate. Are we clear?" Harry nodded. "Good. Any questions?" He shook his head 'no', "You may go back to your dorms." The student stood, "Your eyes are exactly like your mother's... but brighter. Goodnight Mr. Potter and good luck." Harry dipped his head and hurried back to the dorms. Shit. How the hell was he supposed to get back in? The boy groaned, back against the wall. He had left his notebook and pencil in Snape's office, it was too late to go back now. Harry stood in front of the portrait and pointed at his slytherin badge, then at his throat. The man cocked his head,