Hadrian sighs, "We'll call that Plan B".
As the applause subsides, the hat sitting on the stool twitches and starts to hover. A seam rips just above the brim and a mouth appears.
The hat starts to sing, "Oh, you may not think I'm pretty. But don't judge on what you see. I'll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat than me. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see. So try me on and I will tell you where you ought to be...".
Blaise whispers to Draco, "It's even more annoying than your father said".
Professor McGonagall walks up with a roll of parchment, "When I call your name, you will come forth, put on the hat and get sorted". She looks down at the list, "Hermione Granger".
She smiles at Hadrian, "Wish me luck".
He smiles back sarcastically, immediately dropping his smile and turns to the boys, "Merlin, maintenant je peux respirer" (Merlin, now I can breathe).
They hear her muttering as she walks through the group, "Here it is, isn't it. The moment. Goodness. What if the hat says nothing and we're all just left standing here forever...".
Ron shakes his head, "Mental, that one. I'm telling you".
Draco laughs, "Maybe you're not as stupid as we thought, Weasley".
They watch as McGonagall takes The Sorting Hat off the stool, allowing Hermione to take its place.
The hat is placed upon her head and sits there for a few moments before shouting, "Gryffindor!".
The twins and Blaise let out a sigh of relief, "Oh thank Merlin".
Hermione excitedly makes her way over to the Gryffindor table, keeping eye contact with Hadrian as she does. Hadrian can't help the disgusting feeling bubbling up inside of him.
McGonagall calls out, "Draco Malfoy!".
Draco straightens his posture and starts to proudly walk up to the podium. Hadrian and Blaise smile widely as he sits on the stool.
The hat barely touched his head as it called out, "Slytherin!".
All of Slytherin clapped, Hadrian and Blaise jumping in their spot excitedly. Draco walks past the staff table and looks towards his godfather, who nods and smiles proudly.
McGonagall continues to call up students to get sorted. All of a sudden, Hadrian hissed in pain and grabbed his head.
Blaise looks concerned, "What's wrong?".
Hadrian whispers, "Qualcuno sta cercando di abbattere le mie barriere mentali" (Someone is trying to break down my mental barriers).
A/N: Hadrian and Draco were both taught French by their parents, but Draco requested...more demanded...that they also learn Italian for Blaise.
He steps closer, "Chi farebbe una cosa del genere?" (Who would do such a thing?).
Hadrian shrugs, "Non lo so, ma...". He looks towards Dumbledore, "...Ho una teoria" (I don't know but...I have a theory).
McGonagall finally calls out with slight confusion, "Hadrian Malfoy".
Everyone looks around in confusion as Hadrian struts up to the podium. He sits on the stool and McGonagall places the hat on his head.
He hears a voice, "Another Malfoy? Interesting".
Hadrian jumps slightly, "You really need to work on subtlety, Alistar".
The hat laughs, "I see Mr Black informed you about me. Now let's see. A brilliant mind. Lots of courage. A thirst to prove yourself. You would do well in any house".
"If you put me in Gryffindor, I will Incendio you like a phoenix to ashes".
Alistar laughs, "You really are a Malfoy and truly Regulus' godson. Better be...". He shouts out to the room, "Slytherin!".
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A New Malfoy
FanfictionAfter being saved from the Dursley's as a toddler, Harry James Potter was taken in by a new family. A family he truly deserved. He was finally able to have two parents who loved him dearly, and a brother that protected him at all costs. As well as a...
