A/N- hello! Chapter Nine coming at you:) once again, thanks to the lovely eddys babe...thank you so much to my readers and faithful reveiwers! so this chapters dedicated to all of you, I hope you enjoy!

-Rose


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Chapter nine

Sorting...and Eating

Harry paced anxiously in front of the doors to the Great Hall. He checked Fabian Prewitt's old, gold watch. "What time did McGonagall say she would call us in?"

"Relax Harry" said Hermione, "She said she'd call us in after the first years were sorted, and no one knows how long that will take."

Harry nodded, "Right, right". He nervously reached up to flatten his bangs, purely out of habit, when he realized they were already sticking to his forehead by tiny drops of perspiration. He took a deep breath, hoping to calm himself, and resumed his pacing. He was beginning to understand why Dumbledore used to pace so much.

Ginny drummed her fingers against a window pane and sighed, "Well it better not take too much longer."

"Yeah," agreed Ron, rubbing his stomach, "I'm starving"

Hermione rolled her eyes, "You're always hungry Ronald."

"Am not," Ron muttered.

"Oh, will you two give it a break?!" Ginny snapped suddenly, "We're not here for you to bicker; you can do that when we get home."

Harry felt a grin tug at his mouth and a sudden greatfullness toward Ginny, as he saw Ron and Hermione's startled expressions.

"Oi, calm down Ginny, we were only kidding." Ron said cautiously.

Ginny glared at him, as if daring him to say something else.

"No, Ginny's right," said Hermione, shaking her head, "I mean, Jenny's right. We really should use our alter names, even in private, just incase."

Ron snorted, "Incase of what? I doubt anyone can hear us through these doors, they must be at least five meters thick."

Hermione shifted uncomfortably, "Well, you never know." she said defensively.

"Shh," said Harry, suddenly, his ear pressed to the door, "I think I hear McGon-"

Suddenly, the large, marble door opened, revealing a slightly younger Minerva McGonagall, with the same solemn expression. "We're ready for you." She said.

Harry looked at the others. Hermione had suddenly gone pale, and Ron suddenly looked like an oddly shaped Christmas ornament, as his face had turned to green, except for the ears, which were turning red. He turned to Ginny, who gave him a small, encouraging smile. Harry nodded, mostly to reasure himself and strolled through the door, to face the past.

Ginny followed almost immediately, trailed by Hermione who appeared to be dragging Ron. Together the four walked up toward the Head Table. Harry carefully kept his eyes on a blank piece of wall behind the Head Table. Although anxious to actually see his parent, not to mention Sirius and Lupin, He thought it best to look for them yet. He knew to well how awkward it was when people stared at you, and he hoped his friends had thought of that as well.

They reached to stool that held the sorting hat quickly, and waited for McGonagall to call them up.

"Coroner, Jenny" McGonagall called. Harry heard Ginny suck in a breath, and, as she passed, he caught her hand and squeezed it quickly. He saw her smile slightly. She advanced toward the sorting hat, and Harry held his breath as the hat was placed on her curly, black hair.

Unsurprisingly, the hat soon called out, "Gryffindor!" And as Ginny sat down with her new housemates, "Coroner, Ryan" was called up. Harry held back a laugh as he watched, for the second time, his best friend trod up to the three legged stool, and have the sorting hat be placed on his head, his face nearly as red as his ears. And for the second time, Harry heard the Hat call out, "Gryffindor!" Ron seemed relieved as he went to sit across from his sister. Hermione, or rather, "Thomas, Harmony", was called up next, and Harry felt his mind wander, he knew exactly where she would be placed.

He felt too anxious. Soon, he would see his parents. Would they like him? Would He like Them? Harry mentally laughed, wondering if they had even gotten together yet. Sirius and Lupin had said it happened in their 7th year, but not exactly when. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the Hat, for the third time that night, called out "Gryffindor!".

"Thomas, Henry," called out McGonagall. Harry took a deep breath and walked toward the stool. Professor McGonagall placed the hat on his head, and he heard a faint voice.

"Ah, yes, another time traveler." said the Hat," Well, I can obviously see where to put you."

"GRYFFINDOR!" yelled the hat. Harry smiled as he went down to the Gryffindor table, and sat next to Ginny.

"What?" she asked suspiciously.

"Nothing," He grinned. Food suddenly materialized in front of them, and he heard Ron let out a sigh of contentment. Mechanically, Harry loaded his plate with all of his favorites. He had only eaten a few bites, not tasting a thing, before Hermione muttered, "Did you see them?"

"Shee 'oo?", sputtered Ron through a mouthful of food.

Ginny rolled her eyes, "I did, only just." She looked at Harry, "Did you?"

He shook his head, and glanced down the table, scanning the heads of the students for a messy black hair.

"See who?" Ron asked again, swallowing his food.

"Them." Harry said, his eyes resting on a mass of tousled hair. Harry's stomach turned as he looked into the face of his 17 year old father. It was like looking in a mirror, a mirror of his true form. They had the same build, and seemed to have the same height. His hair even stuck up in the same places. James said something to a person behind him, and Harry saw the face of his much younger godfather, who appeared to be stuffing his face in a very Ron-like style. Across from them, Harry saw a greyless Remus Lupin, his youthful face full of thought at something someone had just said.

"Whoa." said Ron. Harry turned around, wondering how long he had been starring. Ron was starring down the table, his eyes latched on the scene in front of them, "Blimey, Harry, he looks just like you."

"You don't say?" said Ginny, sarcastically.

"Why don't you go sit with them?" Ron asked eagerly, "You know, get to know them and such."

"What's he suppose to say?" Hermione asked, "Hi, I'm your son from the future and my best mate told me to come sit by you. By the way, did you catch that last Cannons game? Awful shame wasn't it?" She rolled her eyes.

Ginny laughed, and Harry chuckled as he thought out how that might seem, " I don't really think that's the best approach, Her-uh,-armony."

Ron shrugged, "Seemed like a good idea at the time." he muttered.

Harry resumed his eating. What would be the best way to meet them? "Hey," he said suddenly, "No one happened to see-"

"Hello," interrupted a polite voice from behind him, "you're the transfer students, from Durmstrang, right?"

Ron's mouth dropped open, revealing a half chewed piece of chicken, and Hermione's eyes widened as she nodded vaguely. Harry turned around.

A girl with long red hair and emerald green eyes stood smiling down at them, "I'm Head Girl here, so if you need any help or anything, like finding you classes, just ask. Oh, and by the way" she said, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear, "My names Lily Evans."


A/N- I know its a bit short, but I plan on the next chapter being longer, so...just consider this an early christmas presant:)...By the way, for Christmas, a great gift for me is a reveiw:) (hint hint)...anyhow, I know have a poll on my profile page, and would appreciate it if you could vote! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

-Rose