(A/N Just letting you know that i have used some extracts for description from the first book.)
The first years continued to follow the uptight-looking lady through the entrance to the school where they met the fun loving prankster Peeves who threw water balloons at them untill the proffesser said she would get the Bloody Barron. He wizzed off and left the proffesser to do her introduction. The unrolled the scroll and straightened her pointy witches hat.
"Hello students. My name is Proffesser Mcgonagall. Now before we begin the sorting we are going to walk in through this door." She said gesturing behind her. "and you will line up behind me at the head of the hall." As she finished speaking and the students nodded a great round of applause echoed from inside the Great Hall. "Come On." Her scottish voice sent chills down James; spine.
They great doors opened and a collective gasp of awe followed instantainiously. The room once again broke out in thunderus applaude. Once the new first years were at the head of the hall and the older students had quietened down an old, raggedy brown hat began to speak through a crease in it's fabric.
Oh, you may not think i'm 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 of heart,
Their daring, nerve and chilvalry Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafriad of toil;
Or yet in wise of Ravenclaw If you've a ready mind Where those of witt and learning Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends Those cunning folk use any means To achive their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And you won't get in a flap!
Your in safe hands (Though i have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
The room for the third time broke out into claps, cheers and whistles of appriciation, while the first years clapped they looked around the Great Hall, long oak tables stretched the length of the immense room like airport runways loaded with millions of candles lit the enchanted sky swaying to a rhthm glowing like a swarm of fireflies. The smoky smell of candles burning was invaded by the sweet aroma of a heavenly feast being prepared in the kitchens. A man raised from his chair he was tall, thin and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak which swept the ground and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice.
"Now time for the sorting!" He bellowed and Proffesser Mcgonagall began to call out names.
"EVANS Lily."
"GRYFFINDOR!" The red and gold table burst into applause while the other tables remained silent.
"MICKINNON Marline."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"SNAPE Severus."
"SLYTHERIN!" The snakes hissed and clapped for around thirty seconds before returning stone silent.
"POTTER Hermione." The boys turned to her with giant grins and whisphering words of encouragement. The Sorting Hat stayed deadly silent for almost ten minuetes untill...
"GRYFFINDOR!" The loudest cheer was emitted yet and Hermione could here her boys cheeering for her.
"POTTER James."
"GRYFFINDOR!" Hermione screamed at the top of her voice.
"BLACK Sirius."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"LUPIN Remus."
"GRYFFINDOR."
DIGGORY Amos."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"MEADOWS Dorcas."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"PETTIGREW Peter."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"MALFOY Lucius."
"SLYTHERIN!"
"LESTRANGE Rabastion,"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"MALFOY Narcissa."
"SLYTHERIN!"
A few more first years were sorted them mainly going into Ravenclaw. After the sorting the old man from before raised his hands in a surrender motion the the Hall fell into silence immediately.
"Welcome! Welcome to Hogwarts and of course welcome back for another year at Hogwarts! The Forbidden Forest as always is forbidden and Mr Filch has a list of banned products that inclue Zonko's products, Gambol and Japes products and fanged frizbee's if you would like the full list please go and see Mr Filch's office. I hope you have a brillient year and i will now introduce you to your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Proffesser Coggsworth (A/N Mine couldn't think of the real proffesser in that time.)" He stood up and bowed comicaly grinning like a cat. He was small, stout man wearing a posh, black muggle suit with his chubby hands stroking his straggley ginger beard. He sat down again chuckling slightly to The Care Of Magical Creaturers teacher Proffesser Sprout. She was a short, chubby woman who graying curly hair all around her face. She wore a leafy green hat upon her head with a green dress that fell just before her ankles.
"A few more words before the feast. Nitwitt, blubber, oddment and tweak!" The Hall was filled again with thunderous applause before the four tables filled with plates and trays of delicious foods. The aroma of roast beef, chicken, pork chops, lamb, bacon, sausages,pie, boiled potatoes, mash, chips, fries, yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy and soup (A/N Sorry if this is offensive to vegaterians.) filled the air. Hermione, James, Remus and Sirius were grouped together at the end og the long table filled with Gryffindors. Their plates were piled like mountains of food and James' and Sirius ate like animals being starved. While Hermione and Remus looked on in disgust, pulling faces and making jokes to one another. The main foods dissapeared after around forty five minuetes to be replaced by the desserts. Blocks of assorted ice cream, apple pie's, spotted dick, chocolate gateau, treacle tart, pumpkin tart, chocolate eclaire's and jam doughnuts, trifl, fresh fruit, jelly adn rice pudding. They all crowded the table and hundreds of different hands reached out to grab whatever they wanted before it was gone. James made a grab for the apple pie -his personal favorite- and dug in immediatly. Hermione reached for the last treacle tart and just snagged it before an older looking boy could, he sneered and glared at her before turning back to his friends munching on a doughnut. Sirius and Remus both reached for an ice cream scoop each and grabbed nearly four scoops of the frosty treat each. Sirius got mint and chocolate chips while Remus got plain vannilla and strawberry. They ate chatting continulesly about anything that came to mind.
"What do you think the Commen Room will be like?" Asked Hermione nibbleing on her treacle tart.
"I don't know exactly but i presume it's red and gold." Sirius said this while his mouth was bursting with ice cream. Hermione could barley understand what he was saying so she just smiled and nodded while James' and Remus shook with silent laughter. The Headmaster stood up again, wiping a bit of Pumpkin pastie from his long white beard.
"I think it is time for us to retire to our Dormitories. After all we have lessons tomorrow and we wouldn't want our new students to rise late and get lost. Prefects from each house will take the first years the their Commen room through the easiest root and please do mind the staircases." Haedmaster Dumbledore ended his speech and the ear-splitting noise of hundreds of benches being pushed out at the same time filled the atmosphere. A tall blonde-haired girl stood at th end of the table nearest the exit doors to The Hall with kind eyes and a happy smile. She waved her perfectly manicured hands in a 'come hither' motion and used her sleave to polish her shiny prefect badge.
"Hi firsties! I'm Claire Dunbom (A/N Name I made up.) Come now I'm going to lead you to the Gryffindor Commen Room." Her voice was bubbley and high pitched. She turned on her heel the blonde hair flying behind her as she walked a long trail of small children following her. The Gryffindor first years followed Claire through the chattering crowds, out the Great Hall and up the marble staircase. The boys and Hermione's legs felt like lead, but only because they had had a long day and they were tired and full of food. They were too sleepy to even be suprised taht the people in the portraits along the corridors whisphered and pointed as they passed, or a few times that Claire led them through hidden doorways behind sliding panels and detailed hanging tapestries. They climbed even more staircases yawning and dragging their tired feet, untill they came to a sudden halt. Right in front of them hiding in a portrait of a very fat woman in a old-fashioned pink dress.
"Password?" She said smoothing out her silky dress.
"Mimbulus Mimbletonia." Said Claire and the portrait swung opento reveal a round hole in the wall. They all scrambled through it -The boy who was watching them from the boats needed help getting through- and found themselves in Commen Room, a cosy, round room full of squashy armchairs. The kids looked around happiness brimmed in their eyes. The giant log fire embedded into the wall crackled burned and flickered.
"I'm so tired." Said Hermione through a yawn.
"Join the club." Laughed James'.
"I'm going to bed early to get settled Jamie." She said this as she stood up from the armchair she sat in only seconds before.
"Have a nice sleep." Said Remus looking up for his book.
"Yeah. er. Have a nice sleep." Sirius said looking up from playing Rock, Paper, Scissers with James. Hermione gave each boy a kiss on the cheek saying goodnight and she walked up to the girl dormitories with the red-headed girl from at the sorting. They looked at each other and looked away trying not to get caught.
"Hermione. Hermione Potter." She giggled as they walked into the first year dorms they were the only ones there.
"Lily Evans." She said choosing the bed next to Hermione's who chose the bed nearest the window showing the black night, the sparkling stars and the cheshire cat grin of the moon. The two girls spoke for a little while about their homelife and they compared their siblings laughing at the difference between them. Just before the other girls entered they bid each other goodnight and climbed into their beds. They hung with deep-red curtains and their trunks had already been brought up and Crookshanks was curled up on it his fur all stuck up Hermione had wondered where he went. She closed her curtains, leaned her head back on the fluffy pillows, closed her eyes and dreamed of tomorrow. Of her and her boys.