[ EU ] `` not slytherin ... not slytherin ... '' , Harry mumbled . `` Not slytherin , eh ? '' the sorting hat said incredulously . `` In that case ... SLYTHERIN ! `` .

You could hear a pin drop in the silence that ensued. The happy faces that once cheered were now sheet white. They watched their Savior in wary shock, some with their hands still posed to clap. Harry risked a glance to his newly made friend and felt as if a stone dropped into the pit of his stomach when he took in the young Weasley's betrayed expression. 
 
 He passed the Hat to the shell-shocked McGonagall, who jolted out of her surprise and took it with a slight tremor wracking her hands. Her eyes flickered to him with an unreadable, almost saddened expression before she called the next name. 
 
 Harry walked to the Slytherin table as if it were his doom, and he was n't that far off with his thoughts, judging by the icy glares his housemates were sending him. Green eyes met Draco's silvery blue, who merely turned up his nose at the Potter boy and began talking to a dark-skinned boy to his left. 
 
'This is going to be a long seven years,' the Boy-Who-Lived bemoaned mentally, eyes scanning the Head Table. Snape's glare was probably the most terrifying thing he'd ever seen in his life, topping even the Harry Hunting days. He gulped inaudibly and his eyes met the Headmaster's, whose once twinkling orbs now studied him with a calculating, foreboding gaze.
