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They can’t know.
They wouldn’t understand.
Remus kept repeating this mantra in his head while walking down the great hall with the other first years. He looked down at his robes because he couldn’t bear looking at all the normal happy kids. Except not all of them looked happy. One guy with long black hair, who looked like he came from money but didn’t want to show it. He didn’t look excited either, more like he’d gotten served rotten fish.
Their eyes crossed for a moment. Both of them were surprised to see someone who felt similar emotions.
Then that moment passed and Remus reminded himself to not get attached to people. If they’d get too close they could find out his secret.
It was a wonder he even got to experience this moment. Ever since that terrible night that changed everything he thought he’d never got to go to Hogwarts. Yet he was here, even if it probably wouldn’t be for a long time.
The yellow eyes followed by an inhuman amount of pain have been burned in his soul. He would be haunted by this moment forever. He couldn’t wait to kill Fenrir Greyback for what he’d done. It was the reason he was so determined to go to Hogwarts. He wanted to make him pay as a wizard, not the dark creature he had turned him into.
In the front of the teachers table was a chair with an old looking hat on it. Then the hat started talking and even though Remus had been told about the sorting hat. He was still a little bit shocked.
It started to call out the names of the students and sort them into the four different houses.
After just a few students the guy with long hair sat on the chair and waited for his sorting. Remus didn’t catch his name but looked interested up to him.
He seemed to have a really heavy conversation with the hat until the guy looked satisfied and the hat called out Griffindor.
Everyone looked surprised by that, especially the slytherin table.
Remus therefore assumed that the guy came from an important pureblood family.
He had read a lot about those and their traditions. His interest had sparked by their connections to Greyback.
Maybe he could get close to the werewolf he hated more than anything through one of them. It was clear that most of them were sorted into Slytherin so he hoped for that one too. His hatred and longing for vengeance was stronger than anything, even his will to live.
Remus heard his name and stepped forward.
The hat was set on his head and immediately he could feel that the hat was reading his thoughts and looking through his memories, to find something to make the right sort.
Then it started talking to him.
- It’s been quite a while since I saw somebody like you. You’re very brave to be here. -
- But you’re not driven by courage. I don’t think that Griffindor is the right choice for you. -
Remus never actually thought about being a Griffindor he simply didn’t consider it.
Just put me in Slytherin, he thought.
- You do have everything it takes to be a Slytherin. I will grant you your wish. -
The hat called out Slytherin. Remus finally dared to look at the other students. The Griffindors already looked at him with disgust, except this one black haired boy. He looked like he pitied him. As if needed his pity. Remus wanted this. He looked at the Slytherin table. HIS table. They looked at him, some tried to find an indication if he’s a friend or a competitor. One guy with long platinum blond hair looked particularly sceptical.
Remus trogged over to the table, eyeing his fellow Slytherin and instantly knew,
for the first time since he got bitten.
That he was where he belonged.