Rest In Peace
By Jasmyne Knight
Chapter Three:
He pushed open the door, but at the same time, he heard a loud "Pop!" And he knew there were wizards there.
Dear Journal:
I walked into the house I grew up in. the house I loved until he ruined it. Bloody Herms. His name isn't even Herms. Why I call him this? Because he forces me too. Herms. My bloody, stupid step-father. His real name is Henry, but when he met me, he began to call himself "Herms" so I would like him more. That pig.
Henry is a good-for-nothing wizard who lounges around, and bosses my mom around. She doesn't love him. I know that. Mum and I are close. We talk about anything and everything. She has told me the whole story about meeting him, but I'd rather not talk about it. It hurts too much. Kingsley took me to the Burrow. I was outside of my house. I thought I recognized someone, but I was in a hurry, and didn't get a great look. More later, Molly is fussing over me.
Dear Journal:
Right now, I am sitting in the Burrow in Ginny's room. The wedding is over, and school starts tomorrow. I am not excited. I found out that I was wrong about Ron getting Head Boy. It was Harry! Well, that'll be fun sharing a common room with him. At least he'll be there when I need him. Oops. Gotta go. Ginny is turning out the lamp. It's late, and there are things to do tomorrow. Like, go to school. Yay...
~HP~HG~HP~
"Harry! We're gonna miss the Train! Stop waving at the pretty girls! Ginny will be jealous!" Ron was struggling to pull Harry onto platform 9 ¾, but only because Harry was lost in thought, and there just happened to be pretty girls in the place where he was staring of into space. Harry shrugged out of Ron's grasp, and clambered onto the train. They sat themselves down in a compartment. The whistle blew, and the train began to move. A loud voice rang through the train.
"All Head Boy's, Girl's, and Prefects to their designated compartments please!" The lady talking had a raspy, unpleasant voice, but she mustv'e like to hear it, because she repeated that until someone ripped her wand out of her hands. Harry walked down the somewhat quiet corridor. Making his way to the Heads Compartment. He walked to the front of the train. The word "Head's" was written on a gold plate above the sliding door. He was glad to see he was early. Hermione was the only one in the compartment. One by one, fellow Heads began entering the compartment.
No one was surprised to see Harry and Hermione in there, but Harry and Hermione were surprised to see who was picked. Well, Harry was. Hermione wasn't. She was right about everyone on her list except Ron. Luna had cheerfully taken a seat next to Hermione, and was excitedly telling her all about the latest adventure she and her father had gone on, and all the Nargles that they had seen. Hermione pretended to be interested, but she really wasn't. She just wanted to get to school. Parkinson was really getting on her nerves.
Harry was just relaxing. He wasn't really paying any attention to anything around him. He mustv'e fallen asleep, because soon, they were at school.
They separated out of Heads, and went to find their friends. They rode over to the school. He watched the thestrals carefully. They were really beautiful beasts. They sat themselves down at their appropriate tables, and waited for someone to lead in the First years. They didn't know who it was going to be, because McGonagall was sitting where Dumbledore used to. The doors opened.
Filed in the first years, and the person leading them was Professor Snape. Everyone wasn't all that surprised. Just the fact that Snape was leading the first years put a smile, or snicker, on everyone's face. The first years all gathered at the front of the Hall, and looked very frightened. They all wondered what the hat was used for. Then, to their surprise, the ripped part of the seam opened and began to speak:
A thosand years or more ago,
When I was merely sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known.
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.
Bold Griffyndor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favorites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?
I sort you into Houses
Because that is what I'm for,
But this year I'll go further,
Listen closely to my song:
Though condemned I am to split you
Still I worry that it's wrong,
Though I must fulfill my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether sorting
May not bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in danger
From external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her
Or we'll crumble from within
I have told you, I have warned you..
Let the sorting now begin!
(A/N: Who notices something special about The Sorting Hats Song this year? More Kudos to the person who gets it right.)
The Sorting Hat was proceeded to be placed on the eleven year old heads. Hermione was clapping and enjoying herself, but Harry was zoning out of it.
~RW~RW~RW~
Ugghhh. I'm not sure what makes me feel worse: Seeing Harry and Hermione being Head's together, or seeing Lavendar again. I think it's the latter. Oh, yay. Another Griffyndor, "Clap! Clap!" This has got to be the highlight of my day. Yes! That was the last person! Oh no. Speech time. Lovely. Ger... Snape is still the D.A.D.A. Teacher. What's this about a new class? Oh. Occlumency. Fun. Too bad. I'm not taking it. Required? Crap. Hermione can help- never mind. She's got duties. With Harry. Why do I feel so depressed? OMG! FOOD!
Gotta admit, this is a short chapter, but I thought it would be great to end on a RON note. BTW, That's what's running through his head at that moment in time, if you didn't catch that. I thought it was funny.
Anyways... Onto Chapter 4... PLEASE R&R
I love you...
~Jasmyne Knight
