The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face which for some reason looked familiar to me but I couldn’t remember from where.
“The firs’ years, Professor McGonagall,” said Hagrid.
“Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here,” Professor McGonagall said.
She pulled the door wider, and the rest of us followed her across the stone floor into a small, empty chamber off the hall.
“Welcome to Hogwarts,” said Professor McGonagall. “The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.”
“The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin,” McGonagall continued. “Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house within the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting.”
Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville’s cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron’s smudged nose. Harry nervously tried to flatten his hair making me giggle but I covered it with my mouth so he wouldn’t see.
“I shall return when we are ready for you,” said Professor McGonagall. “Please wait quietly.”
Once she had left the chamber Harry looked nervous.
“How exactly do they sort us into houses?” Harry asked.
“Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking,” Ron said.
I looked around and noticed that now everyone looked nervous except Hermione, who was rambling on about all the spells she’d learned wondering if she would need them.
“Don’t worry, Harry. Fred was just trying to mess with Ron, sorry Ron. Percy told me that there is a hat called a Sorting Hat that they put on top of your head and he decides which house you join. Something about how he looks into your mind and bases it off of your character traits,” I said, trying to calm Harry and Ron down which seemed to work.
After calming down a nervous Harry and frustrated Ron, I was able to focus back on the Sorting. Then suddenly, about twenty ghosts streamed through the back wall causing several people to scream.
“My dear Friar, haven’t we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he’s not really even a ghost－I say, what are you all doing here?”
A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years.
“We’re first years,” I said.
“New students!” said the Fat Friar, smiling around at us. “About to be Sorted, I suppose?”
A few other people and I nodded.
“Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!” said the Friar. “My old house, you know.”
“Move along now,” said a sharp voice. “The Sorting Ceremony’s about to start.”
Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite hall.
“Now form a line,” Professor McGonagall told all of us, “and follow me.”
I’m not gonna lie to you, when I walked through the double doors in the Great Hall, I never thought I would ever see something so strange yet splendid in my life. The Hall was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. We followed Professor McGonagall until she led us to a halt at the front where everyone could see us.
After the Sorting Hat sang its song, Ron shot a nasty glare at Fred.
“When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted,” Professor McGonagall announced. As I looked back at the other first years, I noticed that Hermione had a determined look on her face making me roll my eyes.
Mrs. Weasley told me that both of my parents had been in Gryffindor, so I had a good idea where I would be put. Not only is that how she met my parents but it was how my parents met one another. According to her stories, my mom had been struggling in her potions classes (which is ironic because she was a healer but whatever) so my father was picked to be her tutor. She said that them being forced around one another helped them bond and realize their feelings for one another. How romantic.
The Gryffindor exploded with cheers, excited for their first new Gryffindor.
I looked at Ron and Harry before going up who both gave me a thumbs up, although I could tell how nervous they still were.
Hmm, difficult. Lots of Bravery, I see. You could do great things in Slytherin considering your cleverness and the past pain of your parents. Oh, but your talent and goodness as well. Very difficult, better be….
I took off the hat grateful not to be put in Slytherin. I went and sat next to George and across from Fred who were both grinning.
“Huh, she struck more as a Ravenclaw,” I said to the twins. “Oh well－here she comes.”
She sat next to Fred, who didn’t look very pleased to be sitting next her and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Ooh, he’s going up!” I said, excitedly.
After what seemed to be an intense conversation between the Sorting Hat and Harry, the hat finally seemed to make up its mind.
I cheered loudly for Harry and grinned as I waved for him to come sit with us.
Fred and George yelled, “We got Potter! We got Potter!”
Harry sat down on the other side of me.
“The hat was debating on whether I should go into Slytherin or not but I refused,” Harry whispered so only I could hear.
“Me too, but thankfully it didn’t put me there. I couldn’t imagine being in that house,” I said, making Harry grin.
“I bet Slytherin,” Fred said.
“I bet Hufflepuff,” George said.
Harry and I cheered loudly as Ron came over to sit across from us on the other side of Fred.
“Well done, Ron, excellent,” Percy said happily, moving to sit closer to us.
“Welcome!” Dumbledore said, standing up. “Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts. Before we begin our feast, I would like to say a few words: Nitwit! Bludder! Oddment! Tweak!”
“Thank you!” George and I said loudly, making everyone around us laugh.
“Is he a bit mad?” Harry asked, fearfully.
“Mad? He’s a genius!” Percy said. “Best wizard in the world! But a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, anyone?”
I looked down, and I’m honestly surprised that my mouth didn’t fall open. My eyes widened as I looked down at the table filled with food.
About halfway in the meal, Harry hissed and touched his scar.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he said.
“You touched your scar Harry. Is something wrong?” I said.
“It just hurt a bit but it’s fine now,” Harry said.
I looked at him but shook it off, not wanting to ruin the evening.
“Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrel?” Harry asked.
“That’s Professor Snape,” Percy said, still eating. “He teaches Potions, but he doesn’t want to. Everyone knows he’s after Quirrel’s job as Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Knows an awful lot about Dark Arts, Snape.”
“He hates all Gryffindors,” Fred said.
Dumbledore stood up to speak again.
“Just a few words now that we are all fed and watered,” Dumbledore said. “First years should note that the forest on the rounds is forbidden to all students. A few of our older students ought to know that as well.”
He flashed Fred, George, and Lee a wink.
“....and finally, I must tell you that this year, the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death.”
Harry let out a nervous laugh, “He’s not serious is he?”
“Must be,” Percy said, frowning at Dumbledore.
“That’s not stopping us of course,” George said, grinning.
Percy directed us through one door to our dormitory before directing the boys through the other one. I gave my brothers and Harry one last wave before making my way to my dorm.
Once we finally made it to the top of the spiral staircase, we found our beds. There were five four-posters hung with deep red, velvet curtains.
I realized I would be sharing a room with the other first years which consisted of Hermione, a girl named Lavender Brown, and the Patil sisters, who I hadn’t bothered to learn their names yet.
Since I was too tired from today to talk much, I put on my pajamas and fell asleep where I had my normal nightmares.
Even after almost ten years, whenever I went to sleep I felt like I was reliving the fear from the car crash. It was always the same dream that turned into a nightmare.
I was sitting in the backseat with two people in the front who I assumed to be my parents. We would be listening to music and my dad would turn to look at my mom.
After he would turn his head back a bright pair of headlights appeared coming towards us. Suddenly my father would start honking like a maniac. I could tell in the rearview mirror that he had lots of fear in his eyes.
Suddenly the car we were in jerked to the right causing someone to scream loudly before I woke up.
I looked at my hands and noticed that they were shaking. My heart was beating fast and I could tell that I had been sweating when I was asleep.
Great, I thought after checking the clock. I had woken up at 2 am.
I had a hard time falling back to sleep so I decided to go sit in the Common Room. When I got to the bottom of the staircase I noticed someone was already sitting there in front of the fire.
He had untidy black hair that I would recognize anywhere and I smiled as I walked towards him.
“Is this seat taken?” I asked with a smirk.
“Nope. Couldn’t sleep?” he asked.
“No, I had a nightmare. I’ve gotten them for as long as I can remember. What about you?” I said.
“I had a weird dream. I tried to sleep on it but I couldn’t so I came down here to think,” Harry said.
“Oh, that makes sense. What do you think of Hogwarts so far?” I said, trying to change the subject.
“It’s better than living with those bloody Muggles,” Harry said, laughing. “I think I’m gonna like it here a lot. Plus I’ve got you and Ron so I think I’ll be okay.”
I grabbed Harry’s hand and squeezed it. He smiled and then returned the gesture.
“We should probably try to get some sleep. Can’t be late for our first day of classes,” I said, standing up from my spot in front of the fire.
We said our goodbyes to each other before going our separate ways to our rooms.
That night I fell asleep peacefully. Not one nightmare occurred.
All credit for original characters and original plot goes to J.K. Rowling. I own only my OCs and select scenes that are not from the original series. Thank you, J.K. Rowling for writing this series and changing so many lives. Thank you all, for reading.
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