"So, it's true. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." Said a blond haired boy.
"Yeah," I say. We were waiting to be sorted according to the blond hair boy. There were four houses, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. All the brainy kids were sorted into Ravenclaw, sly and smart kids to Slytherin, strong and brave and somewhat stupid kids in Gryffindor and the loyal and hardworking in Hufflepuff. All of this from the blond haired boy. I think I like him. When we talk, I get this weird feeling. I don't know what it is, though. Oh well.
"Well, my name is Draco Malfoy. It is very nice to meet you." Draco says to me. He gives me a shy smile. Everyone is staring at us. He holds out his hand. I take it.
"Nice to meet you Draco, I guess you already know who I am." I say, shaking his hand shyly. He chuckles gently.
"Yeah, sorry. I promise I won't be weird though. It doesn't really matter to me who you are." Draco says honestly. At that moment, however, McGonagall walked back in. She led us through into the great hall where at the front was a hat on a stool.
"When I call your name, come up and you will be sorted. Your house will be your family for the next seven years." She says, unrolling a piece of parchment.
"Abbot, Hannah!" she called. A girl walked up and sat on the stool. McGonagall placed the hat on her head. After about fifteen seconds, the hat made its decision.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted. She joined a table at the far left.
"Malfoy, Draco," She calls. Draco walks up as if he was a prince. The hat is barely touches his head before shouting "SLYTHERIN!"
"Potter, Harry!" She calls out next. The great hall quiets. I stand and slowly walk over to her. I sit on the stool as the hat is placed on me.
Hmm. Another Potter, Eh? No, no, Gryffindor is not for you. The hat says.
"Please, put me where Draco is going." Harry whispered. Hmm. I see. Better be
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouted out loud. There was a large gasp. I hand the hat to a shocked McGonagall and walk with my head high towards the Slytherin table. I sat in between Draco and a blonde girl.
"Harry, this is my friend, Daphne. Daph, this is Harry," Draco says to us. I shake her hand politely.
"Very nice to meet you, Daphne." I say to her, kissing her hand. She gives a small smile.
"Likewise, Mister Potter," she says to me.
I think I'm going to like it here.