—ARES AND DRACO STEPPED INTO THEIR USUAL COMPARTMENT. The others were already there. "Took you both long enough," said Blaise, sitting upright from laying down to make space for the two.
They both sat down.
Theo, who was sitting across from them, furrowed his brows when he noticed the book Ares had decided to bring along. "Light Spells and Its Uses?"
Daphne's head snapped up from the book she was reading. She squinted her eyes at the book in Ares's hands. "Why are you reading a—" she wrinkled her nose "—light book?"
Ares merely shrugged. "I should have information on both the dark and the light. It'll make me more educated."
They seemed to buy that idea as they nodded and looked away. Daphne went back to reading the novel in her hands, while Pansy was having a conversation with Blaise.
Draco, meanwhile, gazed at Ares in thought. He was acting different.
✫ ✫ ✫
The doors of the Great Hall opened, and silence fell. Professor McGonagall was leading a long line of first-years up to the top of the Hall.
"Why are all the first years wet?" Pansy asked in confusion.
They appeared to have swum across the lake rather than sailing. All of them were shivering with a combination of cold and nerves as they filed along the staff table and came to a halt in a line facing the rest of the school – all of them except the smallest of the lot, a boy with mousey hair, who was wrapped in what they recognised as Hagrid's moleskin overcoat.
The coat was so big for him that it looked as though he was draped in a furry black marquee. His small face protruded from over the collar, looking almost painfully excited. When he had lined up with his terrified-looking peers, he caught Colin Creevey's eye, gave a double thumbs-up and mouthed, "I fell in the lake!" He looked positively delighted about it.
Professor McGonagall now placed a three-legged stool on the ground before the first-years and, on top of it, an extremely old, dirty, patched wizard's hat. The first-years stared at it. So did everyone else.
For a moment, there was silence. Then a tear near the brim opened wide like a mouth, and the hat broke into song:
"A thousand years or more ago, When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream, They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.
Now each of these four founders Formed their own house, for each did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favourites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears, I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind And tell where you belong!"
The Great Hall rang with applause as the Sorting Hat finished.
Professor McGonagall was now unrolling a large scroll of parchment. "When I call out your name, you will put on the Hat and sit on the stool," she told the first-years. "When the Hat announces your house, you will go and sit at the appropriate table. Ackerley, Stewart!"
A boy walked forward, visibly trembling from head to foot, picked up the Sorting Hat, put it on and sat down on the stool.
"Ravenclaw!"shouted the Hat.
Stewart Ackerley took off the Hat and hurried into a seat at the Ravenclaw table, where everyone was applauding him. Draco caught a glimpse of Cho, the Ravenclaw Seeker, cheering Stewart Ackerley as he sat down.
"Baddock, Malcolm!"
"Slytherin!"
The Slytherin table erupted with cheers. Draco was clapping as Baddock joined the Slytherins.
"Branstone, Eleanor!"
"Hufflepuff!"
"Cauldwell, Owen!"
"Hufflepuff!"
"Creevey, Dennis!"
Tiny Dennis Creevey staggered forward, tripping over Hagrid's moleskin, just as Hagrid himself sidled into the Hall through a door behind the teachers' table.
About twice as tall as a normal man, and at least three times as broad, Hagrid, with his long, wild, tangled black hair and beard, looked slightly alarming – a misleading impression, for Harry, Ron and Hermione knew Hagrid to possess a very kind nature.
He winked at them as he sat down at the end of the staff table, and watched Dennis Creevey putting on the Sorting Hat.
The rip at the brim opened wide –
"Gryffindor!" the Hat shouted.
Hagrid clapped along with the Gryffindors, as Dennis Creevey, beaming widely, took off the Hat, placed it back on the stool, and hurried over to join his brother.
Just a few minutes later, the sorting was over and the feast began.
"Thank Merlin. I'm so hungry," said Blaise as he dug in and started eating.
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Ares Salazar Riddle| a hp fanfic
Fanfiction↳in which ares salazar riddle, the dark lord's son, has to choose between being the next dark lord or be with the boy he loves, who was supposed to be his enemy.
