Harry Potter watched as names were called and students walked up to the stool where they were directed to one of the four Hogwarts houses. He was called finally. "Potter, Harry!" The hat ummed and aahed for a bit, telling him that he could do well in Slytherin, but respected his wishes saying that he really didn't want to be in Slytherin, and it placed him in gryffindor instead. Two freckly gingers (who he later learned were called Fred and George Weasley) stood up and started a "we got Potter!"chant until a teacher told them to shut up and sit down so the sorting could continue. After it had finished, an old man with half moon spectacles and a long white beard stood up and mentioned where they couldn't go before the food appeared. And such good food it was - it when had treacle tart which was his favorite! After the meal, Harry and the other first years in gryffindor went up to the common room and before he went to bed he saw a couple of girls with hazel eyes, one redhead, one with happy similar to his own, that he recognized as if he had meet them before, but... More than that. He presumed it was just a trick how mind was playing on him and forgot about it for the time being. the next morning, a stern looking woman with hair in a tight bun (his head of house, Professor McGonagall) was handing out timetables. All the first years had the same so Ron, the boy he had met on the train yesterday, was telling him what his else brothers had told him about the teachers and the lessons themselves between mouthfuls of yet more glorious food. As he headed off to Charms, he felt content and was glad that he was at Hogwarts.
A/N: I've written fanfiction before but never posted it so I hope you enjoy this!