Author's Note:
So far it seems to be alright. Thank-you to those that have and/or are reading this.
So It appears that this was the chapter that I started to lose motivation initially. Hopefully that won't happen this time.
OLD AN - THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO MISTY2012 THANK-YOU FOR GIVING ME THE PUSH TO KEEP WRITING.
OLD Old Author's note: My other stories have been deleted – because ff is behaving like a combination of Voldemort, Umbridge and Rita Skeeter, as I am sure that you are all well aware. However this one has not been deleted and I intend to finish it ... despite my writer's block for this chapter.
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Disclaimer:
I Aslansphoenix declare that I do not own the Wizarding world, Hogwarts or any of the information, characters, ideas provided by the great J. K. Rowling. Or anything else that you may recognise. Well I do own all the characters that you don't recognise, but they belong to the Harry Potter world so they don't really count.
I promise that I am not making any money for or from this story; I am only writing it for enjoyment.
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Chapter Twelve - The First Sorting.
As Aurora started to walk away she paused and said "By the way the others have come up with a school motto - Draco Dormiens Nunqam Titillandus."
Godric smirked as he sank back into the bed "Never tickle a sleeping dragon – best advice I've ever heard."
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Helga hid a laugh as she watched her friends. Godric who had been bouncing in his seat all night, was now arguing with Rowena and Salazar, both of whom were worrying needlessly. The date was the first of September, and in just a few moments time; Richard Ravenclaw would enter into the Great Hall with those children that would become Hogwarts' first ever students. Helga sighed – she should probably stop her friends from their banter, before they arrived.
"-And what if they fall in the lake?"
"Salazar makes a very good point. Those spells we put on them could fail and …"
"Oh come on Rowena! You and I both know that you never muck up a spell, the only way to fall out of those boats is – as I demonstrated – by literally standing on the edge of the boat. And unless the students are super excited then they won't be standing on the edge anytime soon! so would you both please STOP this excessive worrying."
"I am not worrying! I am meerely pointing out -"
"Godric is quite right" Everyone jumped as Helga entered the conversation for the first time, interrupting Salazar's denial.
"Rowena, Salazar – if things do go wrong; then they go wrong. We have prepared for every situation that we have thought of, if things go wrong then we will find a way to fix it. Now both of you need to take a deep breath and accept that there are some things neither of you can control."
Rowena and Salazar both pouted at that, but settled into their thrones. Godric let out a smug "Ha" only for Helga to turn her piercing look on him.
"As for you Godric Gryffindor, I know that you are excited about this – but you need to calm down. The poor dears will be nervous enough as it is."
"But-"
"Shh – here they come."
And so they did. First Richard Ravenclaw walked in followed by forty tiny eleven year olds – the first Hogwarts students ever.
All of them had personally received an owl-sent letter and a visit from one of 'the Four Founders' (as numerous people had taken to calling them). The new students were from all around England and Scotland, they varied in appearance, but with two things in common. They all wore the regulated black robes (Helga's design), and they all had the same expression – nervousness and full of awe for the castle they were in.
Godric beamed as the children gazed in wonder at the Great Hall and at his ceiling; he was still thrilled that he had convinced Rowena to create a spell that gave the roof the apparence of the outside weather. The children looked as amazed as Godric felt. Salazar gazed at the students; some faces he knew as children of his noble peers, he hoped that those with sullied blood would rise above their status. Rowena counted that everyone expected was there, and she felt herself relax into her 'in control' persona. Helga smiled warmly as she observed the group, hopefully they would find a second-home here.
For a moment the new students stood and stared at the hall and at the teacher's table. Suddenly Sir Alex (who had willingly taken the children across the lake in the boats) walked in through a side-door; holding the hat.
Godric frowned, not being able to get a good look at it. Rowena had wanted to surprise him, so he was the only one of the staff yet to see his old hat; not for lack of trying on his behalf though.
Sir Alex placed the hat on a stool in between the teacher's table and the new students, everyone stared at it – all the children and Godric wondering what was going to happen. There was a moment of silent anticipation, then the hat opened at a rip in its brim and began to sing.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, to all of you
To teachers and students, to this school that's new.
Where you will learn, and you will grow
And you will find what you don't know.
But first, if to me your ears, you'll loan,
I'll find you a Hogwarts house to call your own.
Four houses, one where you will be
Which one? Why, just leave it up to me.
There's Slytherin, for the cunning and well-bred
Or Ravenclaw, who'll have wisdom in the head.
Perhaps it's Hufflepuff, where you'll have a ball
Or Gryffindor – for the bravest of them all.
As for me, and how I know all that?
It's quite simple - I'm the Sorting Hat."
There was an awed silence that stretched on for ages, then Godric started clapping enthusiastically. His face was alight, his eyes twinkling bright; as though it were the mid-winter's festival Yule. This convinced his friends that they had done the right thing in keeping the hat's talents a secret from him.
The students all joined in cheering with the knight and Rowena smiled smugly; she would never admit it, but she had been terrified her work on the hat would not work right. Just as the applause died down Godric let out a childish, but booming "That was absolutely amazing!"
Everyone stared at him – then one of the students (Helga thought she might have recognised him as the eldest Weasley child) let out a cheer, then there was a sniggering of laughter and soon everyone had joined in.
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Later that evening, Helga sighed contently to herself, she for one, felt that the first ever Hogwarts Sorting Ceremony and Welcoming Feast had been a hit.
The house-elves (such dear little creatures; always eager to give the best possible service) had created a feast fit for a king, Rowena's magic on the hat and the hall had been appropriately adored, Godric had not stopped his infectious grin the whole night – so much that even Sal had let his expression soften slightly. And she, Helga Hufflepuff, had ten new children to look after; something she was determined to do well. Yes this school was definitely off to a good start.
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OLD AN – So yeah. Sorry it is short and I didn't do any of the students – not important to this story and I wouldn't know what names to have. And the Sorting Hat's song – sucks but it is his first one. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it. And thanks.
End of Chapter Twelve.
Author's Note:
Here this chapter ends.
I don't know why I started to lose motivation for this story ... well I do - real life circumstances and my other fanfictions being deleted; but that was no excuse for loosing motivation for this story.
Especially when it's actually an enjoyable chapter. That's the good thing about reading your own work after a long time; if you enjoy reading it then you did something right.
If you have read this, then thank-you.
I will update whenever I update.
Thursday 9th November 2017.
