Hello. I would just like to apologise. I was on holiday/vacation, so I didn't have any time to update this story.

So here's the next chapter. Enjoy :)

The train slowed down to a stop. I met up with Harry and Ron on the platform. They must have changed into their robes whenever I had left.

A loud voice boomed over all the commotion that was happening on the platform, ringing in our ears, "Right then, first years this way please. Come on now first years don't be shy."

Harry grinned and made his way over to the voice, with myself and Ron following him close behind. I looked up to find a giant man with black, bushy hair and a long, dirty beard. He took one look at Harry, and smiled, "Hello Harry."

Harry smiled wider, "Hi Hagrid."

Ron, who was too busy looking around him, glanced up at the half-giant, "Whoa!"

Hagrid rolled his eyes at Ron, I'm sure he got this kind of reaction all the time from first years. "Right then, this way to the boats. Follow me," He shouted and all the first years began to follow him to the lake that was close by. Ron, Harry and I got into a boat together, along with two other boys who we found out were called Seamus and Dean. The Hogwarts building was slowly coming into view. From what I could see, it was huge! Harry and Ron were in just about the same amount of awe as I was.

The boats had finally stopped on the shore of the Hogwarts grounds. All the first years began to pile out of the boats and followed Hagrid up to the school. Once inside, Hagrid left us to walk up the stairs. Once there, a small woman stood at the top waiting for us. She had glorious green robes on and a pointed hat on her head. She must have been a professor.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," She began, "Now, in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates, but first you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Now while you're here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule breaking and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will be awarded the house cup-"

"Trevor!"

Everyone began looking round to see what had just happened. A small, plump boy raced to the front and bent down to pick up a toad. I remembered the incident earlier on the train with Hermione. She said that a boy called Neville had lost his pet toad. Then it hit me. This must be Neville.

He slowly stood up with Trevor in his hand and looked up at the woman, "Sorry." He then walked quickly to the spot he was standing in.

The woman shook her head, "The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily." She then left us all standing there, waiting for our 'fate.' Everyone began to talk to each other in hushed voices.

"It's true then. What they've been saying on the train," Said a voice, we all turned round to see a boy with bright blonde hair that appeared to be gelled back talking to everyone, "Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

All the girls and boys turned around again and started whispering about Harry. However, Harry, Ron and I were still looking at the boy who had spoken a few seconds ago. He continued speaking.

"This is Crabbe and Goyle," He nodded towards to big boys who were standing either side of him. He walked forward and stood in front of Harry, "And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

Ron sniggered at the boy's name, but Draco turned around sharply and narrowed his eyes at Ron, "Think my name's funny, do you? Don't need to ask you yours. Red hair and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley."

I giggled slightly and whispered to Ron, "Is your robe really handed down to you by your siblings?" Ron began to blush in embarrassment.

Draco then turned to me, "Who are you? You're not a Weasley, are you?" He asked, glancing at my long ginger hair that was now glistening in the candle light.

I shook my head, "No, I'm Allie Jones. Pleasure to meet you."

"Believe me, the pleasure is all mine," He smirked at me, then turned back to Harry, "You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to be making friends with the wrong sort," He said while narrowing his eyes again at Ron. He then held his hand out for Harry to shake, "I can help you there."

Harry looked down at his hand and then back up to his face, "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks."

Draco looked at him furiously, and was about to say something, but the Professor came back and tapped him on the back with some parchment. He looked behind him and walked back to where he was standing before.

The Professor looked at us all, "We're ready for you now. Follow me."

Everyone paired up with someone before walking into the Great Hall. Ron ad Harry were together, Hermione had paired up with a girl called Susan, and that just left me by myself. I was about to walk forward when a hand grabbed onto my elbow and pulled me back. "You can be paired with me," They said. I turned my head and looked to my left and saw it was Draco. I simply nodded and all the first years began walking into the Hall.

The Professor began to lead all of us first years through two large doors and into the Great Hall, where I saw before me four extremely long tables with many other kids ranging from second year to seventh. I looked around more and noticed that candles were floating above our heads and that the roof appeared to look like the sky outside.

"It's not real, the ceiling," Began Hermione, who was walking in front of Draco and I, "It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in 'Hogwarts: A History."

I rolled my eyes and muttered sarcastically, "Fascinating!" I could hear Draco smirk while walking alongside me.

After what seemed like hours, we arrived at the front of the hall facing the tables up there where all the teachers and the headmaster, Dumbledore, sat. Harry and Ron were on my right, while Draco was stood behind me. On the slight podium sat an old hat on a wooden stool. The Professor that escorted us into the Hall began talking once again.

"Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words," She said just as Dumbledore rose to his feet at the main table.

"I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce. The first years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also our caretaker, Mr Filch," Dumbledore pointed down towards the entrance of the Great Hall. Mr Filch was a very ragged old man, who had a cat with deep red eyes. He looked truly terrifying. Dumbledore continued, "Has asked me to remind you that the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you."

All the first years began looking at each other with vacant expressions. They looked confused and yet scared at the same time. "Well, that was cheerful," I quietly spoke what everyone else was probably thinking.

A few seconds later, I felt hot breath tickling my ear, "You always have something to say, don't you?" I giggled slightly as I looked to my left to look at Draco. He was smirking, which he seemed to do a lot. I was about to reply to him, but the Professor, who I found out that her name was McGonagall, began the sorting ceremony.

"When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses," She unrolled the scroll in her hands and looked down at the first name, "Hermione Granger."

Everyone looked around to see Hermione walk up towards the stool. She began telling herself to stay calm and relax, and Ron made a joke about it saying that she was 'mental.' Harry and I, of course, laughed silently. After sitting on the stool, the hat was placed on Hermione's head, after a few seconds of pondering the hat shouted out, "GRYFFINDOR!"

The table that was second on the left began cheering as Hermione walked down to sit beside her new house-mates. Professor McGonagall looked down at the scroll again and stated that "Draco Malfoy" was next.

"Here's to hoping we're placed in the same house," Draco whispered into my ear before walking up to the stool. The hat barely touched his head before it yelled out, "SLYTHERIN!" Draco smirked and sauntered over to the table on the far right.

Name after name came and gone. Harry and Ron were placed in Gryffindor, so I was hoping I would be placed with them. There were only five other students waiting to be placed, including me. I was getting more nervous by the minute. McGonagall looked down at her scroll, "Allison Jones."

Inhaling a deep breath, I began walking forward to the stool. This is it. The moment of truth.