AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry, another short chapter. I know I said this one would be longer, but I just felt like it was a good moment to end this chapter (you'll see).
Chapter 2: Sorting & class
It was the 1st of september. Harry was ready to go to Hogwarts. Before Dumbledore died, he gave one of his headmaster privileges to Harry. It was apparating inside and outside the castle and grounds. He didn't know if it still worked, because he is in another time. Harry decided he could juist try it, and with a loud crack he dissaparated. The next moment he was standing in the great hall. Everyone was looking at him, including the staff. Nobody but the headmaster should be able to apparate in and out of Hogwarts. Harry walked over to the staff table and took a seat. Dumbledore stood up, and began to speak.
"Welcome, everyone, to another year at Hogwarts. I'd like to introduce you all to our newest staff member. Professor Packwood, if you'd like to stand up please?"
Harry stood up. He had to say something now. He hadn't thought of preparing something, so he quickly made something up.
"Hello everyone, my name is Harry Packwood, and I will be your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."
He made a quick bow just like professor Lupin did in his first year, and the entire hall started to applause. He said down again, and Dumbledore began to speak.
"Silence please! First years, I want you to line up here in the front, so you can all be sorted into your houses."
Filch came storming into the great hall with the sorting hat. He placed it on the chair in front of the line of first years.
"Sorry that I'm late, professor, Peeves kept me up."
"No matter, no matter, your here now," said Dumbledore. "Professor McGonagall, here's the list of our first years."
"The four houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin." said Professor McGonagall
When she wanted to say the first name, the sorting hat suddenly began to sing.
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
"Thank you, and now let's begin with the sorting!" said Professor McGonagall.
After a few names, she said: "Granger, Hermione!"
"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat.
"Malfoy, Draco!"
Draco walked over to the chair, and sat down. De sorting hat barely touched his head when it said: "SLYTHERIN!"
Draco got off the chair and walked proudly to the Slytherin table.
"Potter, Harry!"
Harry began watching very closely now. He remembered how nervous he was about the sorting. (NOTE: When it's necessary, I'll call the younger Harry younger Harry, and the older Harry just Harry)
Harry already heard the whispers in the great hall. They all wondered in which house the younger Harry will be sorted in. When he listened very closely he could hear the younger Harry's whispers. "Not Slytherin, not Slytherin."
Then, finally the sorting hat made it's decision.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The entire hall applauded and the younger Harry walked over to the Gryffindor table.
"Weasley, Ronald!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry was glad nothing had changed yet, they were all sorted into their rightful houses.
Dumbledore began to speak again. "Now, everyone is sorted into their houses, so let's begin the feast!"
Harry's first lesson was just about to start. First he had the first years, Gryffindor and Slytherin. It was very hard for him to prepare this lesson, because Quirrel never really taught them anything. The first years came in, and Harry noticed that the younger Harry and Ron weren't with them. He knew they got lost, and would arrive a few minutes later.
Just as he thought, only minutes later the younger Harry and Ron came running into the classroom.
"Sorry we're late, Professor Packwood." said Ron
"We got lost." said the younger Harry nervously.
"No matter, these things happen in a big castle like this," said Harry. "Sit down please, so we can start. Today we are discussing Doxy's. Does anyone know what a Doxy is?"
Naturally, Hermione raised her hand. "Yes, miss..?
"Granger, sir. The Doxy, also known as the Biting Fairy, is a small Fairy-like creature, sometimes mistaken for a fairy. It's teeth are venomous. They can be dispatched with a simple Knockback Jinx."
"Very well! Ten points to Gryffindor! Now, in a few lessons, I want you to try and fight some Doxy's. Before that, I am going to prepare you for that. Just like Miss Granger just said, you can dispatch a Doxy with the Knockback Jinx. I want you all to read the chapter about Doxy's in your book, and to prepare the motion and incantation for the Knockback Jinx. Very well, you can go now."
While the rest of the class walked out, the younger Harry stayed behind.
"Is there something bothering you, Mr Potter?" It felt very weird for Harry to say Mr Potter to himself.
"Well, yes, actually. What happens if you get bitten by a Doxy?" said the younger Harry.
"Actually, nothing really happens if you take an antidote immediately, which I always bring with me. Was that all?"
"Yes, sir, sorry for asking."
"Don't be sorry! It's always good to ask questions. Oh, and by the way, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion, a bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat, and monkshood and wolfbane are the same plant. This may be useful in the potion lesson you have next."
"Well, thanks Professor Packwood." And with that the younger Harry left the classroom as well. Harry really hoped that information would help him with his next potion lesson, since he remembered it was just so awful.
