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Hey guys! I was just daydreaming about HP (As I do on a regular basis) and the most amazing fanfic idea popped into my head.
What if Draco Malfoy gets Sorted into a different House?!
It would be the most interesting to see him in the same House as Harry, so I chose Gryffindor. Read what I have so far!!!
“Malfoy, Draco!”
Draco strode forwards to the little stool and sat down, plopping the Sorting Hat onto his head. It dropped down over his eyes, blocking his vision. He smiled in the dark.
I’ll be in Slytherin, he thought happily. Just like the rest of my family. I shouldn’t worry. Slytherin is where I belong.
“Are you sure?” said a small voice into his ear. “I think that maybe--”
I want to be in Slytherin. Draco thought firmly. Slytherin.
“No.” answered the Hat. “I see courage in you . . . I want to to go to GRYFFINDOR!”
The Sorting Hat yelled that last word to the entire hall. There was a gasp from both the Slytherin and Gryffindor table.
“A Malfoy . . . in Gryffindor?!” a group of third years whispered loudly.
“Draco Malfoy belongs to us!” cried a a Slytherin.
“He must be the first in generations . . .”
Shocked, Draco lifted the hat from his head. Gryffindor? GRYFFINDOR?!
His father was going to be so disappointed . . .
submitted by Mei-xue (May-shreh), Fairyland
(August 15, 2016 - 3:20 pm)
(August 15, 2016 - 3:20 pm)
Wow. The Harry Potter books would be so much different if Malfoy was in Gryffindor! Keep writing!
(August 15, 2016 - 10:21 pm)
Top top toppity
(August 15, 2016 - 10:21 pm)
(August 16, 2016 - 10:33 am)
Admin, can you please change the "Book title" at the top of this thread to "Fanfiction: When Everything Goes Wrong"? Thanks!
It seems to already say that.
Admin
(August 16, 2016 - 12:53 pm)
Nice idea!
(August 16, 2016 - 1:03 pm)
Yes, Yes, YESSSSS!
This is awesome!
(August 16, 2016 - 2:18 pm)
This is so interesting!
(August 17, 2016 - 8:34 am)
Just an AN: We are pretending that Draco and Harry didn’t meet in Diagon Alley, or on the train. Makes things easier.
Other AN: I weaved a bit of symbolism into this post! Tell me if you spot it!
Chapter 2
~Draco~
The Sorting ended. Draco was sitting next to a ginger boy with freckles and a black-haired boy with glasses. They seemed familiar.
“Welcome!” Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts, got to his feet. Draco had heard many bad things about the man. “Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts!”
Dumbledore’s an idiot, Lucius had said. A Muggle-loving idiot. He’s ruined the school.
Draco pushed the thought away.
“Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!”
The glasses-clad boy turned to the nearest prefect, also a ginger. Maybe the two gingers were related. “Is he ― a bit mad?” he asked, uncertainty in his eyes. Draco smirked inwardly at the uncertainty, but then his eyes traveled farther up the boy’s face, to his forehead. He spotted a lightning-shaped scar.
Suddenly, it hit him exactly who the boy in glasses was.
The legend. The boy who destroyed the most powerful Dark Lord of all time, as a baby.
Draco was sitting next to Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.
Before Draco could fully process this, the golden plates in front of him suddenly filled with food, startling him a bit. He watched as next to him, Harry Potter’s mouth dropped open. He must have been raised somewhere poor, Draco decided. At home in Malfoy Manor, Draco had access to rich food all the time. His eyes drifted regretfully over to the Slytherin table. He should be there, where he was supposed to be. He shouldn’t be sitting with the Gryffindors. He stared longingly for a while, until he was shaken out of his thoughts by the legend sitting next to him.
“Hi, I’m Harry Potter,” he said tentatively to Draco.
“Draco Malfoy.” he stuck out his hand.
The Boy Who Lived took his hand and shook it. “I’m glad you’re not staring at me with your mouth wide open like everyone else!”
Draco laughed. “I have heard of you, though.”
I’m talking and laughing at the wrong table, said a voice in his head. I shouldn’t be making friends with Gryffindors.
“Hi, I’m Ron Weasley,” said the ginger-haired boy. Weasley?! Aren’t the Weasleys blood traitors? Merlin’s beard, my father’s going to be MAD when he finds out whom I’m making friends with.
“I’m Draco Malfoy,” replied Draco. How in the Wizarding world had he gotten into this?
(August 17, 2016 - 3:43 pm)
HA!
Awesome!
(August 18, 2016 - 8:45 am)
(September 6, 2016 - 2:47 pm)
Ooh! Keep going please, this is great!!!
(August 18, 2016 - 12:36 pm)
Wow Mei! Brilliant!!!!!!! Love it!!!! Keep writing whenever you can, please! Lovelovelove it! Is the symbolism a bit like the Cursed Child with Scorpius?
(August 18, 2016 - 4:10 pm)
Nope, it's in one line . . . Look closely!
(August 18, 2016 - 5:28 pm)
Top!
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(August 23, 2016 - 8:31 am)
(August 23, 2016 - 8:59 am)