chapter 3: Sorting Hat

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When we made our way to the great hall we stood in a line while the lady with the green robes, who I then learned was Proffesor McGonagall, would call us up to sit on the stool while she placed the sorting hat on our heads.

One by one each student sat on the stool while the sorting hat chose their house and their table cheered, but I felt so anxious that it was eating me alive and especially remembering what Lucius told me, I was shaking at that point when "Atlas Black!"

I walked up to the front slowly, as I heard people whispering among themselves and saw people give each other looks, while others sneered at me.

Once I made my way up to the stool and sat, the sorting hat was placed on my head. It strange, it was like you were thinking or talking to yourself, but it wasn't your voice, it felt as if someone was invading your thoughts, at that point I didn't know if to pay attention to the voice of the sorting hat or Lucius' voice which was stuck in my head, it was like a hurricane or words scrambled up when the sorting hat and the voice of Lucius' finally sounded at the same time with the same voice saying the same thing "SLYTHERIN!"

I couldn't help but feel relieved while the slytherin table clapped and cheered.

I made my way to the slytherin table, but as I got there people moved further and ignored me while they welcomed others with open arms, that made my stomach drop but I waited for Draco to be sorted to talk with him but once he got to the table he looked at me and walked past me to sit with Crabbe and Goyle and other 1st years.

What did I do? I did what any other person would at that moment, I moved to the end of the table and put my head down while Dumbledore gave his speech, and the food appeared.

Soon after, our prefect took us to our common room and, on the way, explained how everything works, from the moving stairs to our portrait, and to our password to go into the common room. 'Pure-blood' ironic, isn't it?

Once we got inside, the prefect told us where our dorms were at and what time we should be back to our common room.

Maybe I can make friends in my dorm, Maybe I'll have Draco in my dorm, I wasn't mad at Draco for ignoring me, Maybe he was just excited to meet new people and new friends, even if it meant ignoring me..
But Draco wasn't like that. He wouldn't, would he?

When I got to my dorm I noticed 5 beds all with our luggages waiting for us on our beds, I read each luggage to see where my bed was and to see the names of who my roommates will be 'Tom Riddle,' 'Matteo Riddle' they must be siblings I thought to myself as I kept looking at the other luggages 'Blaise Zabini' 'Theodore Nott' and then there was mine 'Atlas Black', no Draco?

Soon, my roommates came in while I was unpacking my luggage, 2 came in discussing, one came in laughing, and the other came in annoyed as ever. I slowly watched to see who was who by the names I had seen on the bed. And so then I placed 1 and 1 together Matteo Riddle was discussing with Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini was laughing and there was only one left Tom Riddle, the one who was annoyed by his sibling I suppose.

Once I got on my bed all changed and ready to go to sleep as well as my roommates, I overheard 2 of them saying that Draco got his own dorm, that Lucius had paid for him to have his own and I was ready to go to sleep when I suddenly hear my name being mentioned so I listened in "Did you hear what Draco said about Atlas Black?" "No what did he say?" "He said he was Sirius Black's son." "Sirius Black, who's in Azkaban Sirius Black?" "Well obviously, what other Sirius Black do you know?"
"Well, what else did Draco say? Go on then,"
"Well he didn't say much just how Atlas is an Orphan since his mom erased her memory after Sirius killed the Potters and lives in Malfoy Manor and how he always follows Draco around like a lost puppy" I suppose Draco will ignore me..

"SHUT UP!" I heard who I assume was Tom yell while the other 2 boys started laughing and giggling while the 4th boy was snoring. I couldn't help but curl up on my bed and cry while going to sleep.

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