It was the beginning of the New Year at the Hogwarts Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
And everyone was bustling about preparing for the new and old students to arrive.
It was half past five when the little boats full of wide eyed students hit the shore of the old rocks that surrounded the ginormous castle.
They all entered the school in a rather un-orderly manner. This made the tall older looking teacher very cross. The older years passed up the first years as they made their way into the hall.
Everyone let out a gasps of happiness and surprise to see the marvelous ceiling of the great hall. The ceiling had been bewitched to look like anything and everything. Tonight it looked like the midnight sky.
A smile crept onto the girls face.
No one could be happier to be back than one girl with reddish blonde hair, because this young girl had never truly fit in at home.
Valeraine O'Hearn was her name. She was a third year witch from the border of Ireland.
Valeraines parents, Bartley and Delilah O'Hearn where very well known among the wizarding community. Very wealthy, and they had very pure blood. But Valeraine was the black sheep of the family.
All of her family where from the Slytherin house and where very, shall we say? Not nice. When it was announced that Valeraine was to be in Gyffindor, her entire family made a huge fuss because they did not want her in Gryffinsor, they thought she belonged in Slytherin, but Dumbledoor would not have it. He made Valeraine chose and she chose Gryffindor. This upset her parents but by the time her second year was over they had become used to the deep, but almost maroon red, and gold strung all over their mansion.
But Valeraine wanted her familys lineage to stop here. Valeraine was mostly raised by a retired muggle born witch, nanny. She was more of a mother to her than her own. The Witch, Clara, raised her to do right in everything. To be kind to all Witches and Wizards, no matter their blood status or the state of their clothing. She taught her to be kind, smart, and amazing…
She died in Valeraines second year.
Old age got to her, and she died in her sleep. Valeraine was just now starting to overcome her death. Being at Hogwarts helped because she was surrounded by many people she loved.
Valeraine went and took her seat at the Gryffindor table near the middle with her friend Eveleen Bradley. Eveleen and Valeraine had been friends ever since their first year. Eveleen was a half-blood but she didn't care. All Valeraine wanted was a good friend.
"If I may have your attention please!" Said a loud feminine voice from the front. It was Professer Minevra McGonagall. McGonagall was a tall thin woman with a tall pointy wizard hat.
Minevra had led in the first years and they now stood at the end of the hall where there was a rising to where all of the teachers sat and ate, below that was a stood and podium.
"It is time for the sorting." She announced loud and proudly.
Valeraine sat up and watched to see who would be sorted into her house. The sorting hat placed a few In Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff and one in Gryffindor and a few more in Slytherin.
"Ronald Weasley." McGonagall cried with the sorting hat in one hand and a lond list in the other. Ron Weasley, a scrawny red head with freckles made his way up to the seat. McGonagall placed the sorting hat on his head and as it gently touched its head it let out a gasp. "Ah! Another Weasley." It said grudgingly. Ron was second to last out of seven Weasley children. "Hm, better be Gryffindor!" Proclaimed the hat. Everyone at the Gryffindor table clapped and cheered every time someone new joined their house. Ron smiled from ear to year as he took his seat next to his two brothers Fred and George.
Fred and George where identical twins from the Weasley family. They both had red hair and freckles, and it was almost impossible to tell them apart. Not even their own mother could. Everyone would get them mixed up but not Valeraine. She had a way of telling who was who, but where she never really talked to them she never got a chance to show them that she could tell them apart. Valeraine turned her attention up to the hat who had sorted a young boy called Neville into Gyffindor. Their was a cheer for a few moments but soon everyone was watching the sorting again. "Hermione Granger." Called the Professor. Hermionie was a thin muggle born with thick fluffy, mousy brown hair. It did not take long for the hat to sort her. "Gryffindor!" It proclaimed. Everyone at the table was clapping until they herd two shocking words that silenced the entire room.
"Harry Potter!" Yelled McGonagall as the read from the parchment. Her eyes widened at the sight of him. Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
The dark lord, Voldermort, a evil wizard who tried to take over a long time ago tried to kill harry with a killing curse but something happened that made him disappear. Voldemort was gone and Harry lived, but had a scar in the shape of lighting. Harry had crazy black hair and he was rather skinny. Everyone whispered as he made it to the top and sat on the stool. The sorting hat and harry seemed to have a conversation but no one could hear it. Harry looked worried but a sigh of relieve came as the hat proclaimed his house. "Better be, Gryffindor!" It yelled. The entire table rose and wet crazy. There were a few more sorting's after that like Draco Malfoy into Slytherin. Everyone knew he would end up there. The Malfoys where once death eaters, the dark lords henchmen. But said they did it not of their own will. No one believed them but they were saved from Azkaban, the wizard jail.
It had been a successful night. Everyone ate, Dumbledoor, the schools head master made some announcements and then everyone was off to bed.
Valerine followed Eveleen to the Gyffindor tower and they hit the bed hard after being so full of all of that wonderful food.
"I am so full, I don't think I'll ever be able to eat again." Said Eveleen
"Im more curious about Harry Potter rather than the food Eveleen." Said Valeraine in her thick Irish accent. Eveleen had always loved food which it why she was a little more round than most girls. But this didn't bother the short blonde haired girl. Eveleens hair was an almost white blonde, while Valeraines was long and had a red tint to it.
"Well if you're so curious about him why don't you go talk to him tomorrow, "She said rolling over to look at her friend. "But good luck with that because that's what everyone else will be doing and im sure that he just wants some space."
"Yes well I can't help being curious, but your right. I'll leave him alone until his popularity dies down." She said reaching for the lamp that lit the room. "Night." She said turning off the switch. "Night." Eveleen replied.
Both of them couldn't wait for tomorrow.
The start of their third year at Hogwarts, And Harry Potter was there!