Hope you like reading this story, but first I would like to touch upon some items. One I definitely do not own Harry Potter, I never even compare to J.K. Rowling. Another is that the map I use for Hogwarts comes from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix videogame (which I also don't own). With robes I have it how they have the color of their house rimming the clothes, it just makes it easier to identify people. Well with that done with, please read. Also my Sorting Hat song is pitiful but I'm not going at rhyming.
Chapter 1: The Sorting
A young man glanced around the crowded train station, and casually leaned against a brick wall, looking nonchalant at everyone. Though the boy went through the wall and landed on platform nine and three-quarters while pulling his trunk and cat carrier after him. A little bluish-gray kitten stared around with large, dark blue eyes. He took in the many families, owls, some other cats, loud, jumping frogs, and a long scarlet train that hissed off gray smoke.
The boy didn't look around but immediately put his head down and got up to the train. He went to the end of the train and placed his kitten, Marty, in first before lugging in his trunk which took him at least ten minutes. Once done, he pulled out "Progressed Ancient Rune Study", placed Marty on his lap and read.
Kevin Winters was starting his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was an only child of one parent, his dad who was an Auror. His mom died shortly after his sixth birthday, Kevin had barely any recollection of her except for some old pictures. Mr. Winters was a good man but was always on call and Kevin was left by himself most of the time. This was fine by him.
Kevin was smart, the top student in everyone of his classes smart. Even Herbology, which he detested above all other classes. He had plenty of free time in the summer so he studied. He rarely did anything except studying.
Also sadly Kevin had no friends at Hogwarts. He wasn't shy or anything, it was just that he liked to read more then talk and hang out. Kevin would have been a total nobody except for one thing that connected him to the social world. He was a Chaser on the Ravenclaw (of course) Quidditch team. He was actually quite good. Ravenclaw won the Quidditch Cup twice the three years he has been on, though he couldn't take the credit for he had a superb team. Kevin also had a Nimbus Two Thousand, a gift from his father because he missed his eleventh birthday, which came in handy.
The train's whistle woke Kevin from his reading trance and looked out the window to see the train was slowly picking up speed. Faces of families waved by him, none of them which he recognized. He sighed, and switched his gaze onto his kitten.
Marty slept peacefully on his knee, his long gray tail drifted over his nose. Kevin moved him onto the seat next to him as he switched into his blue rimmed Hogwarts' robes. Just as he slipped his wand (oak and unicorn hair, eleven inches) into his pocket, the compartment door slid open.
A man of about the age thirty stood in the doorway. His long, blond hair almost touching his shoulders. He wore black robes, the same robes worn by the other Hogwarts' professors. He carried an elegant, slick briefcase in his hand.
"Do you mind if I sit here," The man said in a deep voice, "All the other compartments are packed."
"Sure," Kevin replied as he quickly swished his Ancient Rune book of a seat so the man could sit down. Kevin followed suit, feeling awkward. The man smiled at him.
"I'm Edward Rins, your new professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts," The professor held out his hand, and Kevin took it.
"Kevin Winters, Ravenclaw fifth-year," He said and an uncomfortable silence follow. An old lady pushing a trolley came to their compartment but neither felt like eating. Professor Rins fell asleep while Kevin immersed himself in "The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5" by Miranda Goshawk by reading about the Vanishing Spell. He even attempted it on a beetle that crawled on the floor. It disappeared on his second try.
"Very good," Came a groggy voice and Kevin found Rins looking at him with a small smile, "Sadly term hasn't started or Ravenclaw would of earned ten house points.:
Kevin blushed bright red and murmured his thanks just as the train slowed to a halt. He glanced at his watch and couldn't believe how time flied by so quickly. He put a grumpy Marty in his cage and followed Rins out of the train and into a carriage driven by invisible creatures. Two other Ravenclaws came in but only Rins a curt nod, and a glance at Kevin before returning to their deep conversation about Quidditch. This was normal for Kevin but he still felt lonely. He missed Marty already. The trip to the castle was slow but they finally reached the school.
Professor Rins said good-bye to Kevin as he sat down at the Ravenclaw table while Rins made his way to the staff table. Kevin sat down with two free seats next to him, though a girl sat down in one of the places.
"Hey, Kevin," The girl smiled, "Did you have a good summer?"
"Yeah, how about you, Erin?" Kevin said. Erin Shellington was a short girl with long brown hair that curled slightly at the ends. She only talked to him mostly because she was another Chaser on his Quidditch team.
"Very, I went to-" Kevin didn't get to hear where she went as Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster, raised his wand and a bang went through the Great Hall.
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts," Professor Dumbledore said while he stood up to address the school, "Before we begin the Sorting I just want to make a few announcements. We are pleased to welcome a new professor into our midst. Lets have a clap for Edward Rins!"-at this the students started clapping while trying to get a good luck at the new teacher, Professor Rins just smiled and waved- "Now onto other issues, like every year the Forbidden Forest is off limits to all students. Mr. Filch asks to you not to use magic nor any joke items in the corridors. Now if you would please ,Professor McGonagall, start the Sorting."
A brown haired witch came forward with a stool and an old, battered hat while Dumbledore sat down. She set the hat on the stool and stepped back. The hat lay still and silent for a moment before a brim opened and sang:
I start this song,
A tale of old.
The founding Hogwarts four
Brave Gryffindor would take students
Of good and bold
Strong and determined Slytherin
Would take those of purest ability
Cunning Ravenclaw
Would give the smart a haven
While nice old Hufflepuff
Would gladly take the rest
They shared the same dream
To have a school of peace
Though this year shall provoke
Centuries of old dispute
Though you now know the least
So lets get on with the feast
No more loitering
Lets get SORTING!!
The song ended and the hat fell silent though the tables applauded noisily. McGonagall pulled out a long scroll and unfolded it. Kevin then noticed a group of first years standing huddled near the staff table. He felt a ping of sympathy as they stared around nervously.
"When I call your name, you will come forward and try on the hat," Professor McGonagall started, "The hat will decide what house to place you. Now lets begin."-she checked the scroll then shouted out- "Arill, Sam."
A small boy hurried over, jammed the hat on his hand, and eagerly sat down.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
The table next to the Ravenclaw table roared with cheers as Sam Arill took of the hat and shot to the Hufflepuff table.
"Call, Heidi!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
Kevin cheered with the rest of his house as Heidi became the first Ravenclaw.
"Maxwell, Kyle."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Kevin stopped paying attention, and stared up at the star speckled sky that was the ceiling. Of all the amazing things at Hogwarts, this was the one that won the Galleon. Kevin finally looked away as the last two students Pierre, Ryan and Divon, Sara were sorted ("SLYTHERIN!" "GRYFFINDOR!")
Dumbledore stoop up again and announced, "Let the feast begin!" He clapped, and food magically appeared on the platters before them. Kevin, not even that hungry, put some turkey and potatoes on his plate and slowly ate. He didn't bother with dessert and just waited patiently for them the to go.
At last Dumbledore dismissed them, and Kevin hurried to get from the table before the rest of the table could get up before him. He sped the familiar route up to the fifth floor, climb the long spiral stairway to a plain door with a bronze, eagle shaped knocker. He knocked and a musical voice asked, "What's more dangerous to fight in a battle without a wand, a Chinese Fireball or a Welsh Green?"
"Does it really matter," Kevin chuckled, "Either way your dead."
There was a pause then, "True, come in." The door swung open to the large, airy common room. The first years have just arrived behind him, and Mat Collins, newly made prefect, scowled at Kevin for making him lose his thunder. Kevin just shrugged, and hurried up to his dormitory.
Marty welcomed him, and Kevin couldn't help but give him a hug. Kevin put his kitten on the pillow next to him and slipped into bed. He felt at peace among the castle and had no problem falling into a dreamless sleep.
Well there you have the first chapter of the story, nothing much but still needed. Well I really do hope that you review. I should have another chapter posted on Saturday/Sunday maybe.
Have a happy day!!
Inkgod