Chapter One: The Sorting Ceremony (George)
(Note: My Sorting Ceremony has 28 names listed, so it seems a bit lengthy. If you wish, you can skip the names, unless they have extra text by them such as Windell Hooch.)

George watched the Sorting Ceremony for the first time by the side of his best friend: Fred. Standing and waiting for their turn, they held hands and grinned, though they were both nervous, but they wouldn't let anyone know.

"Bell, Tessa," called Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor house, which was the house both George and his brother were hoping for.

A timid looking girl hurried up to the stool with the legendary Sorting Hat on it, which apparently could sing. The hat thought for just a bit when it yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!" The girl scampered off to a table donned with red and gold.

"Bufstroll, Devon."

A black haired boy ran up and sat down. The hat had barely touched his head when it screamed, "HUFFLEPUFF!" This continued for a while.

"Campbell, Issac."

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Cyprian, Melpomene."

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Diggory, Cedric."

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Drussel, Eric."

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Edgecombe, Louis."

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Fairchild, Wendy."

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Girrand, Hank."

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Grey, Jessica."

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Hooch, Windell."

"HUFFLEPUFF!" A woman with piercing yellow eyes seemed delighted at this and cheered Windell on.

"Johnson, Angelina."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Jordan, Lee."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Longfellow, Danica."

"SLYTHERIN!" A murmur came from the Slytherins because Longfellow was most definitely not a Wizarding name.

"Macmillan, Ralph."

The hat hemmed and hawed about this Ralph. Finally, it shouted, "SLYTHERIN!"

"Malkin, Ariadne."

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Plank, Galene."

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Rookwood, Orithyia."

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Seeve, Emilia."

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Silverton, Athella."

The hat looked puzzled. It seemed as though the hat were speaking to this Silverton girl, but no one could hear anything. The hat at last bellowed, "RAVENCLAW!"

"Sound, Eliza."

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Spinnet, Alicia."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Thorn, Jennifer."

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Treville, Ulysses."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Weasley, Fred." George sighed. Why was Fred ALWAYS first?

The hat hardly touched his head when it yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!"

"Weasley, George." There was a murmur through the crowd that George had kind of expected.

As George was sitting on the stool, he focused on being with his brother. He had to get Gryffindor now. Not because his parents were in it, not because all of his older brothers were in it, but because Fred was in it. And that was all that really mattered. The hat settled on his head and quickly announced that George was most definitely a "GRYFFINDOR!" As George was jumping off, he thought he could hear the hat chuckling and saying, "Those Weasley twins will be fun, no doubt."

George sat right next to Fred, who high-fived him, along with Percy, who did the same. "Good job, George!" he said. George turned to watch the rest of the ceremony.

"Yaxley, Busiris."

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Zabini, Andres." The last boy ran up to the stool and sat there confidently.

"RAVENCLAW!"

Finally, it was over. Professor Dumbledore stood and spoke:
"Another great year is about to begin. I would like to announce some rules for the first years and anyone who might need to be reminded…"

George tuned him out. Though he respected Prof. Dumbledore, he had no regard for the rules, just as Fred.

"And I would like to say a word: Gyroscope!"

"Georgie, I think I could get used to Prof. Dumbledore," Fred said, smiling at this.

"Now, let the feast begin!" George and Fred both reached toward some roast beef. Grinning, they tore a piece in half and put one half on their plates. George looked around for other first years. One was sitting right across from him: A girl with her blonde hair pulled neatly back into a ponytail.

"I'm Alicia. You two must be Fred and George." Fred nodded, chewing a bite of pasta. Another first year boy turned to them. His hair was dyed a shade of blue that you would see in a pool. "I'm Ulysses. I'm a pureblood. Not that it matters, but the dyed hair my parents don't really approve of. I don't care." He stated this nonchalantly, and a girl with stormy gray eyes pushed him away so she could sit closer to the throng of first years. "Since we are doing introductions, I am Tessa, but Alicia here already knew that." A boy poked George's right arm. He and Fred both turned to look at him. "I'm Lee," he announced to the first years. The last first year was a girl with beautiful black hair. "And who would you be?" Fred asked. "You are the last one." She replied, "Angelina. I am hoping to make the Quidditch team. I heard that Charlie Weasley is amazing." Fred grinned at George, then turned to Angelina and replied, "Yes, he's my brother." George rolled his eyes at Fred. "Our brother." Angelina giggled and dug into her salad.

Fred and George raced up flights of stairs after the rest of the Gryffindors and entered the Common Room. They climbed another set of stairs to get to the dorms, in which they chose beds next to each other. George, not satisfied with this, scooted his closer to Fred's, and Fred catching on, did the same until the two beds were almost touching. This was good enough for the two of them, and they sleep the night away.