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- Alliana's POV -

For the first time in history, the House tables are empty for the sorting. Instead of them being filled with students years two and up and the first years walking down to be sorted, they are empty and everyone is waiting to be sorted. Some are wondering why they need to be resorted and other are nervous about where they will go. One by one each student is called from year one to year two. The from year two to year three and so on. Everyone claps for each house because for all they know they could get placed in that one.

"Now for the seventh years.", Professor Flitwick says. He goes through the list and stops for a second before saying, "Gaunt, Alliana.". The whole room looks around for the mystery person but doesn't have to look long before a I stand and walk up to the stool. I wait as the hat is placed on my head. Students rustle and teachers look at each other worriedly. It must have been a long time since they sorted a Gaunt

'A Gaunt huh? I remember sorting your parents. Your mother was quiet the feisty one. Thought she deserved the best of everything. You Father - however, was more humble and quiet. I feel as though you are more of a blend of the two"

I smile at the thought that my parents too wore this hat. I wonders how much like them I am.

'You know, I feel as though you are less like them though. More like another person I sorted. Her name was Lily. I believe her nephew goes here. You are just like her. Brave, loyal, smart. She was your mother's best friend'

My mother was best friends with Lily? As in Lily Potter?

'No, Lily Wood. She was in Hufflepuff. Although Gryffindor was a close second!"

Hufflepuff? Strange, I never considered myself a Hufflepuff.

'You should. While you are very brave and very ambitious, and while you are very curious - I believe you are more loyal and hardworking then anything. You are more of a badger I would say'

A badger....such a strange thought. I only ever knew one person that was a badger. He....well he's not around anymore.

'Yes, those are sad times. I believe the war changed many people. Even me, and I'm just an old dusty hat!'

I chuckle and wait for him to continue.

'You know what? I know just where you belong. Somewhere better for you. Somewhere new. I say-

"HUFFLEPUFF!", the hat bellows out. When it is taken off of my head I am making a shocked expression. No one had expected this. As I walk through the crowd of people unsorted I think about what he said. Really makes me think. Suddenly, I am stopped. Someone grabs my arm and spins me to them.

I look into the eyes of one of her oldest friends. She study's his expression. It is both angry and confused. "Your name. You share the same name as his mother.", of course I know what he means. When he told me of his discoveries about the dark lord, his past was involved. "Who are you and why do you keep appearing at the worst times?", I wince at that. It stings how he won't even give me a chance.

Frustrated, I respond. "Who I am is not your business. Why, I keep appearing at the worst times is beyond me Harry. Now, can you please let go? I want to go sit.", he let's go of me arm and I start to walk away when he says the one thing that breaks my act of confidence.

"You don't deserve to be here" Numbly, I walk over and sit at the end of the table, away from everyone. Breathe, Liana. Breath. He doesn't know better. All that house and family has done is ruin his life. Your own relative killed his parents and tried to kill both of you. Plus thousands more people and creatures. Magical and non magical alike! It's okay. He just doesn't know.

I look up and see that it is now Draco's turn. He is sitting with the hat on his head. It moves around as of conversing with him and thinking. I can't tell his expression what they are discussing, so I just wait patiently. Minutes pass making it feel like forever. Around me, students whisper about it being a hat stall. "This is the opposite of what happened last time. When the hat was put on his head it barely touched before shouting out, Slytherin.", one girl says nearby. I mentally nod to myself before looking at him again.

Five minutes pass before the hat finally shouts out a House. "HUFFLEPUFF!", the hat comes off and he looks sheepishly at me before getting off the stool. Everyone, makes a path for him. Some out of fear and anger, most out of being purely shocked. When he almost reaches the end of the path Harry blocks the path yet again.

"Excuse me, Potter but I would like to go sit down, please", it throws him off a bit by what Draco says but Harry stands his ground nonetheless. It used to not bug me about how he was out spoken towards his hatred of certain people, they used to all be my enemies too, but now it's personal. Towards someone I love. I stand up and start making my way towards them, along with Headmistress McGonagall.

"Your table is over there, Malfoy.", Harry points to the Slytherin table. "Don't think that just because a hat says you can ruin other houses doesn't mean you should. Heck, why did you even come back? No one wants a deatheater here. Especially, the one that tried to kill Dumbledore.", Draco visibly stiffens but says nothing. Instead, it is Professor McGonagall and I that speak. At the same time.

"HARRY!", is what I shout out but it is drowned out by what she says as well.

"MR. POTTER! HOW DARE YOU? BULLYING ANOTHER STUDENT! I Am The One Who Asked Him To Come Back! In Fact I Even Made Him Head Boy! Death eater or not he still deserves an education! One day, you will learn that there is more to a person than their past!", she looks both terribly mad and disappointed. He starts to protest but Ginny stops him.

"Harry, don't start something that you don't plan on finishing. It's the first day of school. Let us enjoy ourselves before you go around blaming people for things.", he starts to say something but then changes his mind and storming out of the Great Hall.

Draco walks up to me and together, we walk to the Hufflepuff table. He doesn't say a word but just stares at the table, when we sit down. I cuddle with him and together we just sit there unsure of what to say. Harry, really is a jerk. Never get on his bad side. Sadly, we both are. Along, with most of people's bad side.

This is the life of a villain and his love...but is Draco a villain? No, he isn't. He is a good man tortured by the past of his mistakes. Just like, deep down, Harry is too. Everyone is a bad person in some way. I remember one person said something to me. I can't remember who but what they said stuck with !me all these years.

We've all got both light and dark in us. What matter's is the part we choose to act upon.

It's not word for verbatim, but I like it. "We are going to be okay, right?", Draco asks suddenly. I look at him and see how scared and hurt he is. It breaks my heart and I nod.

"We are. It may get hard, but in the end everything is going to be better", hopefully.