The Riddle: The Philosopher Stone ( Shifting Script/ Harry Potter Fan-fiction )

Chapter 4:

Draco: " Like I said before, I go by Malfoy, you're pathetic and just have a small brain. Just like your Godfather."

I was about to kick this guy so hard in his butt, but Sage and Ron held on to my shoulders.

Draco looked at Harry who was disgusted by his behavior.

Draco: " You will soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others Pottah. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort."

Draco looked at the three of us, our faces frowned a little and we didn't look up at him as we were too pissed to look at his face.

Draco: " I can help you there."

Draco let out a hand for Harry to shake. Harry was brave enough to stand up for Malfoy though. Like he would ever want his hand.

Harry: "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself thanks."

Ron Sage and I looked up at Harry and Draco, we had a huge grin on our faces. Draco looked offended but we didn't care. McGonagall told Draco to go back to his spot, and he did. We all went down the halls and we saw huge Wood/Metal doors that opened. We awed in amazement to see the hundreds of students there that were clapping for us. We were told to go to the front of the room and face the professors that were in a long table also waiting to eat like the other students. There were four long tables just for each house. The farthest on the right was Ravenclaw and the farthest on our left was Slytherin. Next to Ravenclaw was Hufflepuff, then next to Slytherin were Gryffindors. It was time to be sorted. Honestly, I was fine with being in any of the houses, except for Slytherin. My uncle, you-know-who, was in Slytherin and that's where most bad people went, but I knew there were some good people that were nice as well, like Narcissa. Professor McGonagall gave a long speech about something but I didn't pay attention as I was too nervous to even go up there.

Professor McGonagall: " Let the sorting begin!"

Everyone started clapping. I heard Hermione go to Gryffindor which seemed right. I wasn't paying attention until I heard a familiar name being called

McGonagall: " Draco, Malfoy!"

I glance up to see the blonde hair boy make his way to the sorting hat with the chair. He sat down and the hat barely even touched him when it yelled,

Sorting Hat: " SLYTHERIN!"

Seemed right as well, his whole family went into slytherin, why couldn't he? My father was a Gryffindor as my mother was a Gryffindor as well. My Uncle, you-know-who, was in Slytherin and my Godfather was in slytherin. But I mean, His last name was Slytherin so it was obvious. More people went up but I wasn't paying attention. Only about five other people went when Sage was called up.

McGonagall: " Sage, Turner!"

Sage looked at me, I gave her a squeeze as we hugged and so did Ron and Harry. She went up and everyone started whispering since she came from a long pure blood line of wealthiness and Lesytrange's. The sorting hat was placed on her and it said.

Sorting Hat: " SLYTHERIN!"

My heart was so happy as she was chosen in the house her parents and ancestors were in. She smiled and skipped to the Slytherin table. The Slytherins cheered on as they usually do because they only cheer for their own. After that I heard.

McGonagall: " Ron, Weasley!"

Ron looked at me, I gave him a tight squeeze and Harry gave him a pat on the back. He went up and I was zoned out. I could feel my eyes going black as I saw, no, it couldn't be. My father and mother from the pictures. They were looking at me in the dark area I saw. I couldn't speak. They were telling me,