This is Chapter three. I am so proud of people! They looked at my story. One even added it to it's favorites! I may not be posting for a while as school has started again and I do not have the time to spend eight hours a day writing.
The next few weeks were a blur to Harry. He had been so excited he had spent his days thinking of things to do when he got to Hogwarts. Chrissy had complained madly when Lily took away Salazar's wand and wouldn't give it back to her, not that Harry noticed. Soon the day for Harry to go to Hogwarts arrived, September 1st.
"Harry," Lily called upstairs "It's time to leave!"
Harry's eyes snapped open, and he cursed softly. "Be down in a moment, mum!" He shouted downstairs, pulling on a shirt as he did so. When he finally had all of his articles of clothing on, a black T-shirt and baggy dark blue jeans, he ran downstairs. His mother was there waiting with Chrissy. Both were dressed in muggle clothing. Chrissy had sky blue overalls with a bright yellow shirt while Lily had slightly beat up jeans and a white shirt. They had one thing in common though; they both had a light jacket for it was slightly chilly.
"Go get your jacket and your trunk, Harry." Lily said, brushing out Chrissy's hair. Harry ran upstairs, his feet slipping slightly on the wood in the foyer as he turned to go up one of the stairways. He managed to get traction when he started up the stairs and was soon thumping down the stairs with a jacket thrown over one arm and his trunk bumping along behind him. When he got to the door he slipped on a pair of beat up sneakers. Lily frowned slightly at his choice of clothing, wishing that he would wear something slightly more cheerful and less dark, but didn't comment.
"Shall we go then?" Lily asked unnecessarily as Harry opened the door.
"GO! GO! GO!" Chrissy sang excitedly. Both Harry and Lily smiled at her antics.
The trio walked out the front door, along a paved path surrounded by flowers and grass to the car that James had bought for the purpose of them ever needing to get around in the muggle world while needing to blend in. This was one of the occasions. Lily slipped into the car's drivers seat and Chrissy crawled in before Harry going to the other side of the back seat while he was putting his trunk in the back of the car. Harry then got into the car, slamming the door closed, as it was a natural habit with him. Lily backed out of the driveway and sped off down a deserted country lane. When they reached London she slowed down and headed towards Kings Cross. They soon reached there and they all got out of the trunk and Harry got his trunk out of the back. As they walked into the station Chrissy clung to Harry. "You don't have to leave, right?" She looked at him, her eyes pleading.
"You know Chrissy. I have to go off to school. I'll send lots of letters to you. How about that?" Harry asked the child clinging to him.
"It's not the same though." Chrissy sobbed. Lily bent down and picked Chrissy up who clung to her mother, crying in Lily's sleeve.
They walked the rest of the way to the station in complete silence, occasionally noting other people badly dressed as muggles. One family rushed past them blathering about muggles in the midst of them. Harry frowned slightly but that was all the reaction he showed. They soon got to the barrier and they all walked through at once. "I should go find a compartment." Harry told his family uneasily. Now that the time had come he wasn't sure he wanted to leave them. Chrissy squirmed out of her mother's arms and hugged Harry tightly. "You better write." She muttered into his shirt.
Lily crouched down and hugged her son. "Have fun and be safe, Harry." She whispered. "And if I hear about any detentions for pranks…" She warned him, leaving the impending doom up to him to decide.
"That's not my thing." Said Harry. "It's more of Chrissy's." The fore mentioned child frowned.
"MEANIE!" She said loudly, causing many heads to turn their way.
"Bye, Chrissy, Mum." Harry said sorrowfully and turned to get on the train, dragging his trunk behind him. He got on to the train and found a compartment without a problem as they had arrived early enough to miss the last minute rush.
A few moments later the door slid open and a pale blond boy entered. "Can I sit here?" He asked with a slight sneer in his voice.
"Sure." Harry said. "I'm Harry Potter." He held out his hand.
The boy frowned but then reluctantly shook his hand. "Draco Malfoy. I believe your sister ran into me in Madam Malkin's."
Harry blushed a soft red, nodded and cleared his throat uncomfortably. "I'm really sorry about that. She had just run off you see…"
Draco waved the apology away with his hand. "No harm done. I think only my father was annoyed by it." Draco's eyes widened. He could not believe what he had just told a complete stranger. Harry however thought nothing of it.
"So what house do you want to be in, Draco? It's alright if I call you Draco right?" Harry asked him.
"Slytherin." Came the immediate reply. At that moment the train started to move, jerking slightly. "You?"
"I'm not sure. Dad and Mum were both in Gryffindor but I'm not sure I want to be in Gryffindor. It doesn't really suit me. I will probably end up in Ravenclaw." Harry blushed again. He thought he would end up in Ravenclaw because of the fact that he had already read all of his schoolbooks twice.
"You seem embarrassed by it." Draco noted. "There's no need to be embarrassed about it. Ravenclaw is a great house. The next best to Slytherin of course." He silently cursed himself for being so open in front of a possible Gryffindor. A few more minutes passed with them chatting about the houses and Hogwarts in general until their conversation was interrupted.
"Anything from the trolley, dears?" A kind voice came from the door. Both Harry and Draco frowned at being called a dear as it reminded them to much of something their mother's would do. Nonetheless they both got up to take a look at what she had. Harry ended up buying a few cauldron cakes and some chocolate frogs while Draco bought some Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. They then talked for quite a while until the train came to a stop with a jolt at Hogsmede station.
They both quickly realized they had not changed and all but threw on their school robes. They both then filed out of the compartment until they reached the platform and heard a giant shouting. "FIRST YEARS THIS WAY! FIRS' YEARS O'ER HERE!" Both Draco and Harry looked up in surprise and gaped at the man before him as neither, all for the fact they had grown up in the magical world, had ever seen anything that large. They both trotted over to the man and waited until the rest of the First Years were clustered around them and the man. Draco then gave them all a good sneer and Harry smiled cheerfully at them. "Follow me." The man said gruffly.
As the first years followed him, Harry looked at Draco curiously. "Why did you sneer at them?"
Draco smirked. "Have to make sure that they know that Malfoys are important." Harry laughed softly. They soon had finished sliding down the twisting path and were at the edge of a lake. Both Harry and Draco looked at all of the little boats lined up there curiously.
"What do you think they are for?" Harry asked, speculating the little boats.
"All of you get inter a boat. Three people each." The tall man rumbled. Harry and Draco shrugged and got into a boat with a tall boy who introduced himself as Blaise Zambini. The boats set off with a slight lurch and they were soon in the middle of the lake. When they got there the fog was slightly less cloudy and they could see the looming shape of what seemed to be a castle. They soon turned to a small overhanging where there was a dock. Draco got out of the boat with grace while Harry slightly stumbled. Blaise however seemed to float out he was so dignified. Harry had shot jealous looks at both Draco and Blaise.
The giant of a man soon led them up a slippery path, his giant lantern swinging slightly, creating odd shadows. They soon got to, as they had suspected, the castle. They couldn't see all of it because of the fog but from what they could see it was impressive. They reached the door where the man leading them pushed it open slowly. Inside there was a massive hall. About the size of the kitchen Harry noted mildly. Standing before them was a strict looking witch. She had gray hair held tightly up in a bun and was wearing long elegant green robes.
"This way." She lead them up the stairs and pass a door as they noticed was filled with students and to a side chamber. "You will wait here while I go inform the Headmaster of your arrival." She left, her robes swinging behind her.
"I wonder how they are going to sort us." An excited red head boy said to a tall sandy haired boy.
"I have no idea. Parents wouldn't spoil it for me." The boy said in a thick Irish accent.
"My brothers, Fred and George, told me that we had to fight a troll!" The other boy said.
Another boy joined the conversation. "That would be so cool!"
Harry and Draco were meanwhile having their own conversation. "How do you think that they are going to sort us?" Harry asked.
Draco smirked. "Father told me. He said that they were going to put a filthy old hat on our head and it would look through our memories and then decide which house we will be in. He said it wouldn't do for a Malfoy to be surprised."
"That's it?" Harry pouted as Draco nodded.
The strict lady swept back into the chamber. "They are ready for you now. When you get into the Great Hall I will call you by your name. Then I will put the sorting hat on your head and then you will go to the appropriate table." Lots of the students seemed slightly frightened by the prospect but they followed her to the Great Hall nonetheless.
Inside there was an old hat sitting on a three-legged stool. The hat opened at the brim and started to sing:
Oh you may not think me 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 folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're safe in hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
The tall lady had gone to the front of the Hall after telling them to wait a few steps back. She then picked up an old scroll of parchment and read a name. "Abbot, Hannah." A very frightened young witch walked up to where the tall lady was standing, where she sat down on the stool and the old hat was set on her head. After a few moments the hat shouted "HUFFLEPUFF!"
Next there was a Bones, Susan sorted into Hufflepuff as well. There were several more sortings, which turned out like this:
Boot, Terry: Ravenclaw
Brocklehurst, Mandy: Ravenclaw
Brown, Lavender: Gryffindor
Bulstrode, Millicent: Slytherin
Corner, Michael: Ravenclaw
Cornfoot, Stephan: Ravenclaw
Crabbe, Vincent: Slytherin
Davis, Tracey: Slytherin
Entwhistle, Kevin: Ravenclaw
After that Harry tuned everything else until he heard the name 'Draco Malfoy' being called out by the Professor. He watched as his new friend strode up to the stool and sat down. Professor McGonagall lowered the hat onto his pale head and when it was a hairs width away from it, it shouted. "SLYTHERIN!" Harry clapped along with the staff and the Slytherins. Soon his name was called.
Yawn Finally. Finished the chapter. I have no idea when I started writing it but I know it was a while ago, but I have been busy with schoolwork… Especially math…. The evil math…. I am barely passing with a B-… Not my lowest grade sadly enough. In Band I have a C… Must finish play tests…. Anyways no more complaining about school stuff. Sorry about the last paragraph, I had a bunch of notes about it, but my dad threw them away and emptied the trash.
Hopeful eyes Review? Please? I want feedback. Even if you say 'That was a horrible story. It deserves to be demolished. It is so horrible, it was not even worth reading.'
