When the first years walked through the Great Hall all eyes lay on the smallest one. The boy with jet black and hair and striking green eyes. The boy with the lightning shaped scar. The boy named Harry Potter.
Minerva Mcgonagall was relieved. Letter after letter was sent to the house on Privet Drive but his aunt and uncle made sure that he couldn't even get his hands on one of them. Their last resort had as it seemed been successful when Rubeus Hagrid was sent to him. But something was off and she could feel it.
She stared at the boy who was quickly trying a failed attempt at flattening his hair which lay in an untidy mess. He looked like his father with the eyes of his mother but something was different. He unnaturally short for his age and rather very skinny. His pale skin only made his eyes brighter. He looked scared, all the children did, but something was still strange.
One by one the first years were called up by Mcgonagall and sorted into their houses. Then she called Harry. The entire Hall went silent as the small boy sat upon the wooden stool. The hat fell over his head and onto his shoulders. In less then a minute the sorting hat yelled to everyone that he belonged in Gryffindor and for the first time she saw his smile. As he ran to the table she continued calling the rest of the list of names until everyone was sorted and the feast began.
She took her seat at the high table next to Albus Dumbledore as the food appeared and he made a quick announcement. Then the Great Hall filled with laughter and chatter as everyone began to eat. She looked down at the Gryffindor table at her new students and at her returning ones as well and once again she found herself staring at Harry whose eyes scanned the long table of food but didn't touch. She decided to say something.
She slowly walked to the long table of Gryffindors and stopped when she saw a black haired boy still staring at all the food. "You know the food is not poisoned?" She said and he jumped out of surprise and turned around to face her. "I would hope not. I mean everyone's already eating" Harry told her in a quiet voice. "And yet your not?" She asked. "I've never exactly the been aloud to have whatever I want. So I guess it feels...strange" he shrugged. She was a bit taken back by his response but she made sure not to show her surprise. "Eat" she said. "It won't feel strange promise, although pumpkin juice takes a bit getting used to if you've never had it". She smiled and so did Harry. Thanks Professor" he said as slowly with skating hands he picked up a plate of potatoes and put one on his plate.
After that she went back to her seat to eat dinner herself but she still kept an eye on the boy with the Lightning shaped scar.