Author's Note: Ok, there are four new characters intoduced in this chapter, which I created. But as always, I do not own Harry Potter! And I know that flying lessons are not until later in the book, but I thought it would make a shorter read. And for those who don't know, the Kitchener Rangers are a favourite hockey team of mine...I added a personal touch to my character (Hannah). So...enjoy the chapter, and as always, reviews are loved!
Chapter 4
Hogwarts FINALLY!
Hagrid was telling the first years to climb into a boat. So everyone was scrambling to find a spot. So I found myself a little late to the punch, with the last place available was next to Draco and two strange girls. So I sat down next to Draco and turned to the girls.
"Hello, so you're the famous Hannah Potter we've heard so much about?" the one girl, with strange deep blonde hair and brown eyes.
"Yes." I said staring at the girl with brunette pigtails and an aggressive air.
"Oh, this is O'Neil, and the girl redhead the next boat over is Vain, and I'm Drosie, Annabelle Drosie."
Draco snickered. Drosie glared at him.
"Think my name's funny? I don't need…or want to ask who you are. Platinum blond hair, blue grey eyes, you must be a Malfoy. I've read all about you Death Eater lot. I'm Muggle born, you see. You will soon find out that wizarding family's with Muggle relations are way better than pure bloods Potter. I can help you there. I can help you to know which people to talk to so you can be someone in this world." she said holding out her hand.
I glared at her with a look of pure disgust. "I think I can tell the right sort for myself thank you."
She glared at me back "I'd watch it if I were you. If you aren't politer you will go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them either. You start hanging around with Malfoy and that Ron Weasley and it'll rub off on you."
"Talk to the hand, Drosie." I said holding out my hand.
"What was that Potter?"
I rolled my eyes and turned to Draco.
"Well, are you going to answer? Or is Potty too big headed to talk to the underdogs?"
Our boat ride to the castle was short. Mostly because Draco and I couldn't stop talking to each other.
We made it to the Entrance Hall and we were escorted to the front doors.
"First years," Harper said "You are about to meet your first professor of Hogwarts." he knocked thrice on the door and a strict woman stood in the threshold, not a single hair was out of place.
"Hello, first years. I am Professor McGonagall."
Professor McGonagall led us into the Hall, where a loud sound of laughter and talking coming from the larger hall.
"In a few moments you will be lead into the Great Hall and be Sorted into your houses." McGonagall announced. My heart started to pound. The time was going to come soon.
"There are four houses, one for each of the founders that created this school. They are called Gryffindor, for which I am the Head of House. Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. You will learn with the people in your house's year, spend free time in the house common room, and sleep in the house dormitories. Your house will be like your family in your time here. Any achievements will give your house points, whereas any rule breaking will lose you house points…the house with the most points at the end of the term will win you the House Cup…a great honour. You are to wait here while the rest of the school will prepare for your Sorting. Which will take place in front of the rest of the school."
McGonagall swept into the Hall, and my heart pounded louder. I was going to be sorted in front of the entire school? Man, was I scared.
"Harry?" I whispered.
"Yeah?" Harry asked coming to stand next to me, Draco standing on the other side of me.
"Are you as scared as I am?"
"A little, what do they do for the sorting?"
"I don't know."
"I do," Draco whispered "all they do is put a dusty old hat on your head. It reads your mind and tells you what house you're going to be in?"
"Oh," I started "So in other words, it announces what house you're best suited for based on what's in your mind and your character attributes?"
"In Smarty-Pants terms, yes. But next time," Draco said "speak English."
McGonagall walked in and took us into the Great Hall. The ceiling was covered in stars.
"It isn't really the sky." Hermione Granger said behind me "It's just enchanted to look like the sky outside. I read all about it in Hogwarts: A History."
I turned around "I read that book too! A very interesting read if you ask me."
"Wait aren't you Hannah Potter?"
"Yes I am." I said pulling my hair aside to show my scar.
"Golly…" she said when I turned around
We were placed in a line facing the entire school. I placed one hand on Draco's arm and my other one in Harry's. I was freaking terrified!
"Relax," Draco said moving my hand till it was in his. "the Hat never takes longer than a couple minutes to decide on a house."
"You will take your seat on the stool when your name is called, the Sorting Hat will be placed on your head, and you will be seated at your house table. Abbot, Hannah!" McGonagall started
I looked at this strange little girl with blonde pigtails sit on the stool. The hat was placed over her eyes. A few minutes later, the Hat yelled "HUFFLEPUFF!"
The table second from the right cheered as Hannah Abbot went to sit down. They did look remarkably daft and overly happy. It wasn't natural. No body is that happy.
"Anyone in Hufflepuff is said to be a duffer." Draco whispered.
A couple of other people were sorted into that house, but "Alexander, Sheila." became the first Ravenclaw. The Ravenclaws, from the looks of them, were pompous and snooty.
Then a girl named "Bulstrode, Millicent." was the first to be Sorted into Slytherin. I looked over to the table furthest to the right. They looked interesting…unpleasant with a touch of miscomprehension. Like my life…and me in general.
Drosie swaggered over to the stool when her name was called. The hat screamed "GRYFFINDOR!" as soon as it touched her head.
Crabbe and Goyle were both Sorted into Slytherin, much to Draco's pleasure. My heart started going a mile a minute. The only thing that kept my snack in my stomach was Harry's grip on my arm and Draco's soft grip on my hand.
"Malfoy, Draco!"
I reluctantly let go.
"Good luck." I whispered.
"You too. And calm down!"
McGonagall barley brushed the Hat through his hair when the rip at the brim opened up and screamed "SLYTHERIN!"
The table to the farthest right cheered as Draco half ran to the table with a smirk on his face.
The line shortened and every first year was called up one by one to be sorted. I witnessed my friend Ivy Duff be Sorted into Gryffindor. My brother took a while to be Sorted into Gryffindor, I could hear Draco groan. Until finally:
"Potter, Hannah!" McGonagall shouted.
I shyly walked over to the stool. I looked over to the Slytherin table, and I noticed Draco had a look of hope on his face.
There is something few people (well if Harry counts as a few) don't know about me. I can read minds. So when I saw Draco he was thinking Slytherin, Slytherin. Please let her be in Slytherin!
I sat down on the stool and McGonagall placed the Hat onto my head and over my face.
"Well, another Potter. Where to put you, where to put you? I see eagerness, consideration, and bravery, but also greatness, and a powerful air of you that makes you a born leader. I also see intellect, a willingness to do anything to be the victor. And a thirst, a thirst to prove yourself. Slytherin would be the best place for you, it's all here in your head. No objections? None at all? Very well if you're sure you're fine with it. Best be SLYTHERIN!" the hat announced to the entire school. I smiled as suddenly, a flash of lightning and a clap of thunder sounded through the Hall.
"YES!" the Slytherins roared.
"No!" Harry and Ivy groaned.
"YES!" Draco screamed
The Slytherin table erupted into the loudest cheers and applause as I approached. The next thing I knew, the prefects were shaking my hand up and down the table while Crabbe Goyle and "Zabini, Blaise" (who was just sorted into Slytherin) were chanting "We got a Potter! We got a Potter!" I had never gotten that much attention or admiration before in my whole life.
"Boys!" Malfoy yelled, dragging Goyle down into his seat "Don't embarrass the girl!"
"We got a Potter too, smart asses, so don't get so cocky!" a redheaded boy in a Prefect badge said to another dark haired prefect, who just joined in the chanting of "We got a Potter!"
"Whatever, Weasley. Either way, we got a Potter!" the prefect yelled.
I looked over to Draco Malfoy and there was a victorious look in his eyes as he saw me coming. I looked at Crabbe and he flew over to a further end of the table. Thankfully, it went unnoticed as I sat where Crabbe did.
"Thank bloody God you are a Slytherin!" Draco said.
"I can second that." a cold, emotionless voice said behind us.
I spun around in my seat. The voice who said it was a pale translucent figure, wearing old robes and covered in blood.
"That's a ghost!" I whispered to Draco.
"Yeah, I forgot to mention that. There are ghosts that reside in every house."
"Yes, Mr Malfoy. I am the Bloody Baron, resident ghost of the Slytherin dungeons." the ghost said taking my hand. It felt as if it was dunked in ice water.
The Headmaster coughed and stood up "Now, before we begin our feast, I have a few words to say. And they are: Nitwit, Blubber, Oddment and Tweak! Thank you!"
I just stared in confusion "Is he…is he a little daft?"
"Daft? Why Dumbledore is one of the greatest Headmasters and wizards the world has ever known!" a prefect said "But you can say he's a little daft, yes. Chips, Hannah?"
I looked down at the table. And as I failed to notice before, it was now full of food. There was never an array of foods I loved that I had seen before. Hamburgers, steak, pork and lamb, chicken, boiled potatoes, baked potatoes, chips and for some strange reason, peppermint humbugs.
So, since I didn't eat much on the train, I took a very small amount of everything (well, except the humbugs. I'm not a real fan.) and joined in the conversation on home.
"I live in a Muggle neighbourhood. Pathetic eh?" Blaise said "Can't believe that I have to hide my broomstick from the neighbours."
"What broomstick?" I asked interested.
"I have a limited Italian broom that you all never heard of."
"What a load of crap, Blaise. I saw that boom and don't even lie to Hannah and say you don't have a Cleansweep Eleven." Draco sneered.
Everyone laughed when Blaise turned a bright pink and slumped down a little.
"Is it fast?" I asked, trying to make him a little less embarrassed.
"Fastest ever!"
"You got to show me in second year, OI!" I yelled across at Goyle, who was hogging the chips "Tweedle-Dumb, want to share some of those?"
Everyone laughed as Goyle slid the basket over to me, chuckling as well.
"Smooth nicknaming, Hannah. Got one for Crabbe?" Draco asked.
"I think so…how's Tweedle-Idiot sound?" I asked, laughing as Crabbe turned beet red.
"NOT COOL!" he roared as everyone burst into a fit of laughter.
"You prefer Crabbiekins?" I asked.
Crabbe glared at everyone snickering into their food and focused on his share. "No!"
"Then Tweedle-Idiot it is!"
"You are a riot!" Blaise said.
I rolled my eyes and reached for a roll. I wound up brushing hands with someone. I turned to find Draco's hand right on top of mine. I blushed, I was never really touched by a boy unless they were my brother or beating me up. I couldn't pull away, all I could do is stare into his blue grey eyes. And he stared into mine. We both grinned a little.
"OI!" Blaise shouted "Are you two going to kiss or get your bloody hands out of the rolls?"
I pulled my hand quickly out of the rolls. And Draco immediately took a roll split it in half and handed one half to me.
"Thanks." I said shyly.
"No problem."
Goyle coughed again "Big wheels!"
"Shut up, Goyle!"
"Oh, shut up, Malfoy. You were wheeling her. Don't even lie."
"CRABBE!" I shouted.
"Well, Draco, that skill is going to come in handy tomorrow. I hear we are going to be taking flying with the Gryffindors."
"Wait a second, what?"
"We are going to be learning to fly tomorrow with the Gryffindors."
"Five Knuts I don't fall off the end of my broom." I said to Draco, throwing five bronze little coins onto the table.
"Cut us off a slice of that action!" Goyle and Crabbe said together ponying up ten Knuts .
"You are so on!" Blaise chirped throwing down another five to the large heap of Knuts,
"Oh, what the heck! I'm loaded anyway. I'm in." Draco finally said throwing down his share. "Pass the pepper, Hannah."
I smirked "Check this out, guys." I said.
I focused on the pepper shaker then raised my hand. The shaker rose in the air and flew into my hand. I passed the shaker to a dumbfounded Draco. Crabbe and Goyle just stared at the shaker as if they were waiting for it to do something else that was amazing.
"What?" I asked finishing off my plate and getting some more chips.
"You're telekinetic!" Draco breathed awestruck.
"I'm what?" I said confused "I just thought that was something I could do because I was a witch."
"No, Telekinesis is a gift that both Muggles and wizards can get. You can move stuff with your mind. But we rarely get a telekinetic wizard. But you are probably the only one I've ever met!"
"I'm gifted?"
Draco and Blaise nodded.
"Oh, Hannah. Do you know if your Gryffindor friend has a boyfriend?" Blaise asked.
"You mean Ivy? No, why?"
Blaise blushed "Oh, no reason."
I looked over to the staff table and saw a teacher who really looked like he needed a good shower. My scar prickled for a slight second as he nodded courteously at me.
"Hey, anyone know who that is?" I asked, pointing at the teacher.
"That's my godfather, Severus Snape. He's head of our house, and I hear he prefers us to the Gryffindors." Draco explained.
"Oh." I said "No offence, Draco, but your godfather really could use a good shower. His hair's so greasy."
Everyone laughed.
"Hannah, have I mentioned yet that you're a riot?" Draco asked.
"Yeah."
"Well, you are."
I blushed "Thanks."
Dessert came after that, along with a few start of term notices. Like that the Forbidden Forest was off limits to everyone, as well as the third floor corridor on the right hand side, for some mysterious reason. Then we were dismissed for the evening.
"Come along, you lot!" our prefect yelled.
We went down, very far down into the dungeons, until we saw a brick wall with a serpent on it.
"Password?" the serpent said.
"Mudblood." The prefect said.
Then the wall opened. We entered the Slytherin common room. It was green. Probably because we were under the lake.
"The girls' dorms are on the left, the boys on the right. Now off to bed you lot! You don't want to oversleep on your first day of lessons. Good night."
"Well, good night, Hannah." Draco said smiling.
"Good night Draco." I replied.
I walked into the girls' dorm, and I met a fellow Slytherin dorm mate before I walked through the door with the silver plaque that said "Slytherin first year girls". I had run into her and fell to the floor. She was huge, even taller than Ron. She had brown hair and grey eyes.
"I am so, so, so sorry!" I said "Are you alright?"
"I'm alright, what about you?" she asked in a rough voice.
"I'm fine." I said nervously "I'm Hannah, and you are?"
"The name's Bulstrode, Millicent Bulstrode. Would you like some help up?" she offered holding out her hand.
"Yes thank you." I said taking her hand. She hoisted me up onto my feet.
"So you're Hannah Potter, are you?"
"Yes." I said opening the door and meeting the rest of my Slytherin dorm mates.
"Well, looks like we have Hannah Potter in our dorm." a blonde haired girl said "I'm Pansy Parkinson."
A blonde with light blue eyes looked my way and said "Hi, I'm Monique Clearwater."
A black haired girl with a green strand introduced herself as Amelia Finch.
And a brunette introduced herself as Lexi McMaster.
"Hi, I'm Rose." A brunette said, pinning up a hockey poster of my favourite team, the Kitchener Rangers.
"You are a Ranger fan?" I asked.
"Yeah, I love them!"
"Oh my gosh! Did you see that one game where Skinner-?"
"So Draco Malfoy, huh?" Pansy asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked
"You two an item?" Amelia asked
"No we are just friends." I said.
"Really? I see the way you look at each other." Monique observed
"And the way he said good night to you seemed pretty obvious that he likes you." Lexi chirped.
"You like him?" Rose asked.
"Maybe I don't know him that well yet. I'll sleep on it. Good night!"
"Night!" Rose and Pansy Amelia Monique Millicent and Lexi said.
I was so full from the feast and so tired from the trip here, I fell asleep immediately.
