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Children of Hell. .By MagickBeing
Harry sat back in his seat and closed his eyes. He let the gentle sound of the Thestral's hoofs on the dirt path engulf him and his thoughts drifted from the conversation his two friends were having just inches away. A familiar ache filled him as his eyes darted open. He could tell -- something was about to happen . . .
He sat rigid in his seat, peering out the carriages window. His eyes scanned the dark tree line but he was unable to make out any real shapes.
Hermione glanced over at him, drawing her attention away from the heated debate she was having with Ron. She studied his determined expression and asked in a soft voice, "Is something wrong Harry?"
Ron shut up almost immediately and glanced over at his friend.
Harry pulled from his thoughts and looked at his friends. He put on a fake smile and nodded. "No . . Nothing. Why?"
Hermione looked to her side carefully and nodded to Ron. She turned back to Harry but kept her eyes to the floor. "Err. . It's just that. Well, Harry. . Ron and I are worried. You've been acting differently ever sense. . Well you know."
Harry sighed. Some where inside of him he knew she was right, but that didn't make the subject any easier to talk about.
"Hermione, I really don't want to talk about this."
Before Hermione could say anything, the carriage came to an abrupt stop. The door opened magically, and Harry swiftly stepped out. Ron and Hermione followed suit.
He peered up at the great castle before him and smiled slightly. He was home at last.
_-_-_-_-_ A short while later. . _-_-_-_-_
. . Harry found himself sitting at the familiar Gryffindor table as students continued to pour in the great hall. His eyes focused on the golden colored platter before him and he tuned out any remaining conversation. That same tingling sensation pricked at his scar and he closed his eyes, trying to will it to stop. It didn't hurt him. . It was just annoying.
Just then the remaining students sat down at their respective tables and Dumbledore stood, clapping his hands together. Most eyes turned to him, including Harry's as the first years slowly made there way into the Great Hall.
"ATTENTION!" Bellowed Dumbledore. Everyone silenced.
"I would like to begin this year with a few announcements. As you all know, Voldemort has made his return [most students and teachers flinched at this name,] and I, being headmaster of this school would like to guarantee your safety. I would also like to remind certain students, to stay away from the Forbidden forest. ." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily as he looked to Harry, Hermione and Ron. "And have a good year."
With that Dumbledore sat and all eyes turned to McGonagall as she placed the stool and sorting hat before the great table. She stepped back and all eyes moved to the hat as it began its song. .
Take this warning to mind and Heart,
Generations of Past, Present and Future.
Listen closely from end to start.
The sorting hat paused for a moment before its voice boomed over everything.
Four houses were founded long ago,
By those noble and true.
Destined to divide the strong
Until the hatred grew.
Now he has returned,
And join we must to survive.
He will build threat upon a threat,
Until their death do arrive.
Put an end to this we must,
Or the light will dwindle away,
As his followers grow and grow. .
Until none live to see another day.
Live every moment worth while and
Join hearts and souls with those you hate,
Take their hand in hope. .
Only united can we change this fate.
So put me on your head if you must,
But remember what I've said.
As you eat your feast in health,
Let this warning spread.
Only a few people clapped as muffled whispers filled the air.
Ron looked to Hermione and Harry with wide eyes. "It warned us again -- Do you think it's serious?"
Harry nodded grimly and looked to the great table. His eyes meant with Dumbledore's and they both nodded in understanding. The headmaster stood and all was silent. "Let the sorting begin . . "
McGonagall smiled weakly and pulled out a parchment. "When I call your names you are each to come to the stool and put the hat on your head. ." She cleared her throat and began reading. "MENNINGS, JUSTIN!"
A short brown haired boy shakily walked to the stool and sat, McGonagall placing the hat on his head. A moment later the hat yelled, "RAVENCLAW!" and everyone broke into cheer.
The sorting went by quickly, with five students sorted into Gryffindor, six into Slytherin, three into Ravenclaw, and five into Hufflepuff.
Dumbledore rose from his seat again and smiled happily under his great white beard. "I have one more announcement to make before our feast begins. A private school has had. . . Difficulties with death eater attacks, and has requested to join with Hogwarts. Therefore, I would like to have you be on your best behavior with our new transfer students. Please show them what it means to be at Hogwarts. . Without further a due. ." Dumbledore clapped and the great hall doors swung open.
About fifteen or so students poured into the great hall, and Harry noticed all of them appeared to at least be in their fifth year. The four tables applauded while the transfer students made there way to the front of the room.
McGonagall smiled and explained the sorting. Afterwards, she yelled the first name. "LAUTA, STEPHANIE!"
A girl with long brown hair and a charming smile calmly walked to the stool. The hat barely touched her head before yelling, "RAVENCLAW!"
The ravenclaw table applauded as she made her way to an empty chair.
"GREGOR, XANDER!"
A boy with black hair and deep features made his way to the stool. A mere moment after the hat was placed on his head, it yelled, "RAVENCLAW!"
The sorting continued like this until only five students remained standing. Each and everyone being sorted into Ravenclaw. Ron have a curious look to Harry before turning back to the sorting as another was called to the stool. "MUERTE, KATALINA!"
The girl that made her way to the stool had her head bowed slightly, her black hair covering her face. She sat on the stool calmly and McGonagall placed the hat on her head. She leaned on her hands, resting her chin in her palm. Five minutes passed, whispers filling the air as McGonagall shifted uncomfortably where she was standing. Dumbledore seemed to be in deep thought as he stood. He was about to say something when the Sorting hat shifted. It opened its great flap of a mouth and in a meek yell, it called. . .
A/N: I made this chapter sort of short to see if it should be continued. Please review if you think it should. .
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Children of Hell
Harry sat back in his seat and closed his eyes. He let the gentle sound of the Thestral's hoofs on the dirt path engulf him and his thoughts drifted from the conversation his two friends were having just inches away. A familiar ache filled him as his eyes darted open. He could tell -- something was about to happen . . .
He sat rigid in his seat, peering out the carriages window. His eyes scanned the dark tree line but he was unable to make out any real shapes.
Hermione glanced over at him, drawing her attention away from the heated debate she was having with Ron. She studied his determined expression and asked in a soft voice, "Is something wrong Harry?"
Ron shut up almost immediately and glanced over at his friend.
Harry pulled from his thoughts and looked at his friends. He put on a fake smile and nodded. "No . . Nothing. Why?"
Hermione looked to her side carefully and nodded to Ron. She turned back to Harry but kept her eyes to the floor. "Err. . It's just that. Well, Harry. . Ron and I are worried. You've been acting differently ever sense. . Well you know."
Harry sighed. Some where inside of him he knew she was right, but that didn't make the subject any easier to talk about.
"Hermione, I really don't want to talk about this."
Before Hermione could say anything, the carriage came to an abrupt stop. The door opened magically, and Harry swiftly stepped out. Ron and Hermione followed suit.
He peered up at the great castle before him and smiled slightly. He was home at last.
_-_-_-_-_ A short while later. . _-_-_-_-_
. . Harry found himself sitting at the familiar Gryffindor table as students continued to pour in the great hall. His eyes focused on the golden colored platter before him and he tuned out any remaining conversation. That same tingling sensation pricked at his scar and he closed his eyes, trying to will it to stop. It didn't hurt him. . It was just annoying.
Just then the remaining students sat down at their respective tables and Dumbledore stood, clapping his hands together. Most eyes turned to him, including Harry's as the first years slowly made there way into the Great Hall.
"ATTENTION!" Bellowed Dumbledore. Everyone silenced.
"I would like to begin this year with a few announcements. As you all know, Voldemort has made his return [most students and teachers flinched at this name,] and I, being headmaster of this school would like to guarantee your safety. I would also like to remind certain students, to stay away from the Forbidden forest. ." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily as he looked to Harry, Hermione and Ron. "And have a good year."
With that Dumbledore sat and all eyes turned to McGonagall as she placed the stool and sorting hat before the great table. She stepped back and all eyes moved to the hat as it began its song. .
Take this warning to mind and Heart,
Generations of Past, Present and Future.
Listen closely from end to start.
The sorting hat paused for a moment before its voice boomed over everything.
Four houses were founded long ago,
By those noble and true.
Destined to divide the strong
Until the hatred grew.
Now he has returned,
And join we must to survive.
He will build threat upon a threat,
Until their death do arrive.
Put an end to this we must,
Or the light will dwindle away,
As his followers grow and grow. .
Until none live to see another day.
Live every moment worth while and
Join hearts and souls with those you hate,
Take their hand in hope. .
Only united can we change this fate.
So put me on your head if you must,
But remember what I've said.
As you eat your feast in health,
Let this warning spread.
Only a few people clapped as muffled whispers filled the air.
Ron looked to Hermione and Harry with wide eyes. "It warned us again -- Do you think it's serious?"
Harry nodded grimly and looked to the great table. His eyes meant with Dumbledore's and they both nodded in understanding. The headmaster stood and all was silent. "Let the sorting begin . . "
McGonagall smiled weakly and pulled out a parchment. "When I call your names you are each to come to the stool and put the hat on your head. ." She cleared her throat and began reading. "MENNINGS, JUSTIN!"
A short brown haired boy shakily walked to the stool and sat, McGonagall placing the hat on his head. A moment later the hat yelled, "RAVENCLAW!" and everyone broke into cheer.
The sorting went by quickly, with five students sorted into Gryffindor, six into Slytherin, three into Ravenclaw, and five into Hufflepuff.
Dumbledore rose from his seat again and smiled happily under his great white beard. "I have one more announcement to make before our feast begins. A private school has had. . . Difficulties with death eater attacks, and has requested to join with Hogwarts. Therefore, I would like to have you be on your best behavior with our new transfer students. Please show them what it means to be at Hogwarts. . Without further a due. ." Dumbledore clapped and the great hall doors swung open.
About fifteen or so students poured into the great hall, and Harry noticed all of them appeared to at least be in their fifth year. The four tables applauded while the transfer students made there way to the front of the room.
McGonagall smiled and explained the sorting. Afterwards, she yelled the first name. "LAUTA, STEPHANIE!"
A girl with long brown hair and a charming smile calmly walked to the stool. The hat barely touched her head before yelling, "RAVENCLAW!"
The ravenclaw table applauded as she made her way to an empty chair.
"GREGOR, XANDER!"
A boy with black hair and deep features made his way to the stool. A mere moment after the hat was placed on his head, it yelled, "RAVENCLAW!"
The sorting continued like this until only five students remained standing. Each and everyone being sorted into Ravenclaw. Ron have a curious look to Harry before turning back to the sorting as another was called to the stool. "MUERTE, KATALINA!"
The girl that made her way to the stool had her head bowed slightly, her black hair covering her face. She sat on the stool calmly and McGonagall placed the hat on her head. She leaned on her hands, resting her chin in her palm. Five minutes passed, whispers filling the air as McGonagall shifted uncomfortably where she was standing. Dumbledore seemed to be in deep thought as he stood. He was about to say something when the Sorting hat shifted. It opened its great flap of a mouth and in a meek yell, it called. . .
A/N: I made this chapter sort of short to see if it should be continued. Please review if you think it should. .
5+ Reviews = Next Chapter