Welcome, guys, to my Harry Potter fanfic!
Just a lowdown to introduce you, as I'd prefer it if you didn't get confused; This is a Hogwarts novel through the eyes of my OC- Noelia Myraz. [Pronounced- NO-ell-ee-uh My-RAZ].
It's based in the same time frame as the Harry Potter novels, and begins from Harry's 1st year (However, Noelia is 2 years ahead of Harry, and therefore it begins from the start of her thrird year.)
I have no plot for this story yet, I'm just... writing.
So lets see how it goes!
I do not own Harry Potter. I am just not that cool.
The ceiling of the great hall was alive with the stars of the clearest night Scotland had seen in many weeks. We all gaped up at it in awe, watching the floating candles that lit the hall drift around the constellations. The hall was huge- bigger than my family's whole house.
We were being led to the front of the hall by a stern looking witch in emerald robes. She turned to face us, piercing each of us with her state, her oval glasses balanced on the end of her pointed nose. Only the faintest glint in her eye betrayed her excitement for the beginning of the school year and the sorting of new Hogwarts students.
The sorting hat itself sat perched on an antique wooden stool. It was a scruffy old thing; tattered and musty. The wrinkles in the front of the hat appeared to create a mean looking squint- a face among the fabric.
It was at that point that the wrinkles split open, and I realised that there was, in fact, a face on the hat.
And a voice...
The sorting hat began to sing.
Long years I have surveyed this hall
And now I can be sure
Of witch or wizard, near and far,
Oh, I can sort them all!
I may place you in Gryffindor
Where you can take your stand,
I may place you in Hufflepuff
To take a neighbours hand,
Perhaps, you'll fall in Ravenclaw
For those enriched of mind
Or maybe, into Slytherin,
The most passionate kind,
Just come, and sit, I do not bite
I'll peek into your brain,
Fear not, dear child, I'll only look,
I won't cause any pain,
To make my choice I must look deep,
And see your deepest dreams,
I'll umm and ahh and ponder quite
Then place you in your teams
There is no trick, nor faux facade
No, this is not for show
For I am the Sorting hat
And Sorting I will go!
When its song was done, the witch in the emerald robes- Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor house, unrolled the scroll of names in her hands. We all tensed, none of us wanting to be the first called.
A poor girl named Katie Bell was the first up, and she shuffled her way up to the stool, visibly shaking.
Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat on her head where it sat, mumbling at a level only Katie could hear before screaming "GRYFFINDOR!" to the waiting crowd.
The table of students adorned in red exploded, all cheering and welcoming their new recruit. Katie happily skipped to her seat, beaming at her new housemates.
We each waited with baited breath until our time for sorting came. When my name was called, I didn't move until the two twin boys I had met on the train shoved me forward.
I sat on the stool, desperately trying to still my knees so that the whole school would not see me shaking. The deceptively heavy Sorting hat was placed on my head, where it muttered in my ears, seemingly to itself.
"Well there's a sense of adventure if I ever saw one... But smarts, yes, you've got intellect. You're cautious; a very Ravenclaw trait, but brave too, like a Gryffindor... No... Yes... I think it's... RAVENCLAW!"
I received a sharp elbow to the ribs from my brother, Rohnin, which broke my out of my nostalgic daydream. I had been remembering the day I had been sorted, two years ago exactly.
Shaking the memory from my head, I focussed my attention on Rohnin, who was pointing furiously toward the front of the room.
"Cody! It's Cody!" He hissed at me.
I looked up to see a girl named Eloise Midgin dive onto the end of the Hufflepuff table as she ran from the stool, and then switched my gaze to the front to watch my little brother. He bounced his way out of the swarm of first years, accidently shoving a few aside to hop onto the stool. He sat, bobbing up and down in excitement and trying to watch Professor McGonagall put the sorting hat on his head.
Given what the Sorting hat had said to me two years ago, I thought Cody was a going to be a Gryffindor for sure. We shared the same passion for adventure and mischief, but he lacked the passion for knowledge.
The hat sat on his head for what seemed like an age, twitching and muttering, while Cody flicked his head this was and that, trying to see what it was doing. After an exasperated huff, the hat screamed "HUFFLEPUFF" and McGonagall wrenched the hat from Cody's head before he could make off with it.
Cody sprang off the stool and bounced his way toward the Hufflepuff table however McGonagall's next words stopped him dead in his tracks.
"Potter, Harry..."
The whole room fell silent, watching in awe as the most famous wizard of our time dragged his oversize robes up to the Sorting stool. There he was, in the flesh; dark hair, green eyes, glasses and lightning scar. Just as we had imagined him.
Only shorter.
There was no question where the Sorting hat would place this boy.
From where I was sitting, I saw my best friends; Fred and George Weasley over on the Gryffindor table. They were shifting over; already making space for 'the boy who lived' to sit. Also on the Gryffindor table, I could see my other brother, Eslen, gaping at me and Rohnin. None of us could believe it.
Harry Potter was finally at Hogwarts.
After what seemed an even longer stretch of time than Cody's, the hat confirmed all our suspicions, and placed Harry in Gryffindor.
Harry practically flew over to the scarlet table where all the Gryffindor students were standing and cheering.
I could hear Fred and George chanting above the din- "we got Potter, we got Potter."
Sorting seemed to fly after that, and before we knew it, the Hogwarts song was sung, the Welcoming Feast was eaten and another year had begun at Hogwarts.