Harry Potter:blood legacy

"- Hmm, now I understand why. Your 'relatives' would never have dared to harm you if they thought you would become a powerful wizard," muttered the hat, and Harry couldn't help but notice the disdain in its voice at the word "relatives." "If you allow me, I would recommend Slytherin for you."

"Slytherin?"

"Yes, it would suit you perfectly," the hat assured him. "You not only possess the abilities of Salazar Slytherin but are also a powerful, intelligent, and ambitious wizard. Slytherin will help you on your path to greatness."

"Greatness?" The word echoed in Harry's mind. "Greatness... I like that," the boy smirked, not just in thought but visibly.

"In that case," the hat proclaimed loudly for all to hear, "Slytherin!"

Harry felt the hat being removed from his head. He stood up and glanced around at the gathered students. The Hufflepuffs looked surprised and somewhat concerned, the Ravenclaws were similarly surprised but less agitated, and the Gryffindors looked as if someone had killed and stomped on their puppy before urinating on it. They had clearly hoped that the Boy Who Lived would join Gryffindor, as most people had expected.

Harry walked over to the Slytherin table, where most of the students appeared stunned and skeptical, and sat down next to Tracey, across from Daphne.

"Girls," he nodded to them.

"I told you," Greengrass smirked at her friend.

As the shock of Harry Potter being sorted into Slytherin began to wear off, the Sorting continued. Blaise also joined the snakes, but instead of sitting with Harry, Daphne, and Tracey, he chose a spot next to a third-year student.

Once the Sorting ended, Professor Dumbledore rose from his seat, his blue eyes twinkling, and addressed the students.

"Welcome, welcome, to all students, new and old. Now, before we begin our splendid feast, let me say a few words. Here they are! Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you." He smiled before sitting down. Before Harry could ponder the sanity of the headmaster, something magical happened.

The boy felt as though he had suddenly been transported to heaven as a vast variety of food appeared on the table. Everything imaginable was there. Harry looked around, noting that the other students seemed equally delighted. Without hesitation, Harry began to eat, taking in how well-mannered the Slytherin table was, which he found to his liking. It was a far cry from the Dursleys, where Uncle Vernon and Dudley would shove as much food as possible into their mouths while Aunt Petunia sat aside, calmly chewing her salad like a giant, ugly bug.

Harry continued his meal with pleasure, though he paused to glance at the Gryffindor table, specifically at Ron, who was eating as if afraid the food would be taken away if he stopped. It was a horrifying sight. Bits of food fell from his mouth onto his lap and the table.

"What are you looking at?" Daphne frowned, then turned to see Ron eating. "Ugh." That was all she said before turning away in disgust, shaking her head, and continuing her meal.

"Disgusting, isn't it?" Draco called out from a few seats away. "I doubt his parents taught him proper manners."

"Probably not," an older Slytherin agreed. "At least his brothers know how to eat without resembling animals."

"What do you think, Potter?" Draco inquired. Harry didn't respond immediately, choosing to swallow his food first.

"I think... I'm not interested enough in Weasley to waste my time discussing him," the boy remarked before taking a sip of pumpkin juice, which tasted surprisingly good. "Besides, this is our first evening at Hogwarts, and I'd like to wait before forming any conclusions."

"Very Slytherin of you, Potter," a fourth-year nodded approvingly.

"Seems the hat does its job well," Harry noted with a slight smirk before glancing back at Weasley. "And I'm grateful for it because otherwise, I might be sitting over there," he added, earning chuckles from his housemates.

The feast continued with food and chatter until Dumbledore rose again.

"Ahem," the headmaster coughed, drawing attention. "Yes, yes, I'm glad you all enjoyed the feast. I have a few more words before we head to bed. First-years should note that the Forbidden Forest is strictly off-limits to all students. And some of our older students would do well to remember that too." Dumbledore's twinkling eyes glanced toward the red-haired twins at the Gryffindor table, who grinned in return. If Harry had to guess, they were probably related to Ron.

"Mr. Filch, our caretaker, has also asked me to remind you that magic is not to be used in the corridors," Dumbledore continued, delivering a few more announcements before reaching the end of his speech. "And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to anyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

Harry blinked, wondering if he had heard correctly, and saw that Tracey and Daphne also looked a bit puzzled, which was somewhat comforting. Still, the main question was, what kind of school would allow something so dangerous to be on its grounds?

"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" Dumbledore proclaimed cheerfully. Harry noticed the other teachers' smiles became rather strained, but the headmaster seemed oblivious. He gave his wand a little flick, as if trying to swat a fly, and a long golden ribbon flew out, rising high above the tables and twisting itself into words. "Everyone pick their favorite tune. Off you go!"

What better way to end a splendid evening than with musical chaos? While the other teachers maintained "frozen" smiles, Professor Dumbledore conducted the school, each student singing in their own style. To Harry, it was the worst singing he had heard since Dudley's last school play.

"Ah, music," the headmaster beamed when the parody of a song finally ended. "A magic beyond all we do here!"

"Oh, great," Harry muttered under his breath. "Turns out I should've gone to a music school instead." Tracey heard his comment, barely stifling a laugh.

After the feast ended, the first-years followed the Slytherin fifth-year prefect to their common room, located in the dungeons. Soon, they stopped in front of a plain-looking wall, though a closer look revealed a tiny Slytherin crest etched into the ceiling above it.

"Green serpent," the prefect said, and everyone followed him into the common room.

The common room was filled with numerous leather sofas with low backs, black and dark green in color, along with chairs and dark wooden cabinets. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting the adventures of famous medieval Slytherins. Overall, the atmosphere was both majestic and cold.

However, Harry's attention was first drawn to the various snake patterns throughout the room—on the furniture, the walls, and the ceiling—all appearing to be made of metal.

"These snakes are magical; I can feel it," Jet hissed, resting his head on Harry's shoulder.

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