Ravenclaw tower
Disclaimer : I am not J.K Rowling,be I never was nor will I ever be. So I don't own Harry Potter.
Author's note : Yes, the speech Is borrowed from Pottermore. I was going to make it one big chapter but then I made it into two smaller chapters. I was going to upload them together but the timetable is giving me a bit of trouble ( and I am really lazy ). I will try to update chapter 4 soon.If someone doesn't likes my story,it would be appreciated if you give a comment of why you didn't like it so that I could improve it. Reply to kairan1979 : I am trying to make Stephen and Padma different from Ron and Hermione. Stephen is laid back, outgoing and likes pranks. Padma is a bit shy, but still compared to Sharma jee's son took care of that.(anyone got the joke?)
After singing the school song (which, in Harry's opinion had rather stupid lyrics) the first years followed the fifth year prefects to the Ravenclaw tower. They climbed a spiral staircase, known as the Ravenclaw staircase and reached a door with a bronze eagle knocker.
The female prefect, a pretty girl named Penelope Clearwater explained, "Unlike the other houses, who all have concealed entrances to their common rooms, we don't need one. The door to our common room lies at the top of a tall, winding staircase. It has no handle, but an enchanted bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle. When you rap on the door, this knocker will ask you a question, and if you can answer it correctly, you are allowed in. This simple barrier has kept out everyone but Ravenclaws for nearly a thousand years.
"But what if we can't answer the question?" A girl asked nervously.
"Some first-years are scared by having to answer the eagle's questions, but don't worry. Ravenclaws learn quickly, and you'll soon enjoy the challenges the door sets. It's not unusual to find twenty people standing outside the common room door, all trying to work out the answer to the day's question together. This is a great way to meet fellow Ravenclaws from other years, and to learn from them – although it is a bit annoying if you've forgotten your Quidditch robes and need to get in and out in a hurry. In fact, I'd advise you to triple-check your bag for everything you need before leaving Ravenclaw Tower." Penelope answered.
She knocked the knocker. It asked a riddle In return,
"What has roots as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes,
And yet never grows?"
"Answer this first years. It's not that hard!" encouraged the male prefect who was called Robert Hilliard.
Harry was confused, something that never grows but goes up? He would have to study books about riddles as soon as possible.
"A mountain!", someone called out. The knocker agreed and granted the the permission to enter.
"Good job! And those who didn't get it,don't worry. You will learn soon." Penelope praised.
They entered the Ravenclaw common room. The first years looked around, assessing the room that will be their home for the next seven years. The common room had a few senior Ravenclaws in it who were busy doing their homework. It is a wide, circular room with a midnight blue carpet, arched windows hung with blue and bronze silks, and a domed ceiling painted with stars. A large statue of Rowena Ravenclaw made of white marble stood next to a door.
"Looks airy."remarked Harry. It looked like a bookworm's paradise to him. There were a number of large shelves placed around the room housing many books about a variety of subjects.
"Comfortable too." Said Padma pointing to one of the many squishy armchairs.
"Okay first years, gather round!" Robert . "This is the Ravenclaw common room. The arched windows set into the walls of our circular common room look down at the school grounds: the lake, the Forbidden Forest, the Quidditch pitch and the Herbology gardens. No other house in the school has such stunning views. Without wishing to boast, this is the house where the cleverest witches and wizards live. Our founder, Rowena Ravenclaw, prized learning above all else – and so do cool thing about Ravenclaw is that our people are the most individual – some might even call them eccentrics. But geniuses are often out of step with ordinary folk, and unlike some other houses we could mention, we think you've got the right to wear what you like, believe what you want, and say what you feel. We aren't put off by people who march to a different tune; on the contrary, we value them! Speaking of eccentrics, you'll like our Head of house, Professor Filius Flitwick. People often underestimate him, because he's really tiny (we think he's part elf, but we've never been rude enough to ask) and he's got a squeaky voice, but he's the best and most knowledgeable Charms master alive in the world today. His office door is always open to any Ravenclaw with a problem, and if you're in a real state he'll get out these delicious little cupcakes he keeps in a tin in his desk drawer and make them do a little dance for you. In fact, it's worth pretending you're in a real state just to see them jive. Ravenclaw house has an illustrious history. Most of the greatest wizarding inventors and innovators were in our house, including Perpetua Fancourt, the inventor of the lunascope, Laverne de Montmorency, a great pioneer of love potions, and Ignatia Wildsmith, the inventor of Floo powder. Famous Ravenclaw Ministers for Magic include Millicent Bagnold, who was in power on the night that Harry Potter survived the Dark Lord's curse, and defended the wizarding celebrations all over Britain with the words, 'I assert our inalienable right to party. Harry grimaced as all eyes turned to gave him a sympathetic look.
There was also Minister Lorcan McLaird, who was a quite brilliant wizard, but preferred Monday to communicate by puffing smoke out of the end of his wand. Well, I did say we produce eccentrics. In fact, we are also the house that gave the wizarding world Uric the Oddball, who used a jellyfish for a hat. He's the punch line of a lot of wizarding jokes." Robert continued.
Penelope took over from there,"As for our relationship with the other three houses: well, you've probably heard about the Slytherins. They're not all bad, but you'd do well to be on your guard until you know them well. They've got a long house tradition of doing whatever it takes to win – so watch out, especially in Quidditch matches and exams.
The Gryffindors are OK. If I had a criticism, I'd say Gryffindors tend to be show-offs. They're also much less tolerant than we are of people who are different; in fact, they've been known to make jokes about Ravenclaws who have developed an interest in levitation, or the possible magical uses of troll bogies, or ovomancy, which (as you probably know) is a method of divination using eggs. Gryffindors haven't got our intellectual curiosity, whereas we've got no problem if you want to spend your days and nights cracking eggs in a corner of the common room and writing down your predictions according to the way the yolks fall." Stephen snorted at that. "Really? Making notes on how eggs fall?" He whispered to Harry with a grin which Harry returned.
"In fact, you'll probably find a few people to help you."
"As for the Hufflepuffs, well, nobody could say they're not nice people. In fact, they're some of the nicest people in the school. Let's just say you needn't worry too much about them when it comes to competition at exam time. I think that's nearly everything."
"Oh yes, our house ghost is the Grey Lady. The rest of the school thinks she never speaks, but she'll talk to Ravenclaws. She's particularly useful if you're lost, or you've mislaid something. I'm sure you'll have a good night. Our dormitories are in turrets off the main tower; our four-poster beds are covered in sky blue silk eiderdowns and the sound of the wind whistling around the windows is very relaxing. And once again: well done on becoming a member of the cleverest, quirkiest and most interesting house at Hogwarts."
"Now off to bed! Boys to the left and girls to the right. The lowest room is for the first years, above it the second years and so on. Breakfast starts at 8 am. You will get your timetables tomorrow at is at 8 pm. Good night." Robert informed them.
Harry and Stephen wished Padma good night and followed the other boys to their dorm. There were three other Ravenclaws in their year. A black haired boy named Michael Corner,a boy with sandy hair who was only a little taller than Harry (and Harry really was short) called Terry something, and a dark brown haired boy whose name was Anthony Goldstan or Anton Goldstein or something else, he simply couldn't remember. Currently his mind was on his soft bed that was between Michael's and Stephen's, with Terry's across from him.
All the boys were too tired to talk and with simple Introductions, they changed and went to sleep without even bothering to unpack. Harry was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, the cool wind blowing across his face.
AN : Sorry again. And there is a poll going on about what to do with Ron, so please vote.