Hello again. I was reading over my story, and I realized that I have a whole lot of typos. I'm sorry if they really affected your opinion of this story, but I really don't like to proofread. I just write it and upload it. Again I'm sorry about those. I'd like to tell those of you who might have been wondering, THIS IS TWO GENERATIONS AGO. BENNETT MALFOY IS DRACO'S GRANDFATHER. AND THESE ARE NOT THE SAME CRABBE AND GOYLE EITHER. Just making sure you knew. I'd like to point out that this isn't my Sorting Hat song either. It is Nyias. I deserve no credit for that well thought Sorting Hat song. I'd like you to remember, I welcome all reviews, even if you've already reviewed or if they are bad reviews. So flame, er, review away!

Chapter 8

After Tom finished losing breakfast over the jellybean (which was, as Bennett so lightly put it, 'fecal matter') he made a decision that he would never try a Bertie Botts Every Flavor Bean again.

Tom decided also to let Bennett get away with his little prank. This time.

The boys changed into their school robes. No sooner than had they put on their pointed caps did the train come to a stop.

"First years!" they heard after getting off of the train.

The man was short, stocky, and bald. He wore baggy overalls and worn out black shoes.

Tom, Bennett, Crabbe, and Goyle walked over to him.

"You four, get in a boat," the man ordered.

He pointed to a line of rowboats in a river. They all got into it, Tom sitting with Goyle, and Bennett sitting with Crabbe (Crabbe and Goyle could not sit on the same side, otherwise the boat would tip over).

After all of the first years had gotten into boats, the man in the overalls got into one himself and led them through the river.

Tom would never forget his first glance of Hogwarts. When it came into sight, he was amazed beyond belief. It was a large, beautiful stone castle. He couldn't even manage to see the top of it the castle was so tall.

The boys were so entranced that they didn't notice that they were headed straight towards the riverbank. The boat ran right into it, and the four boys were almost thrown off of into the water. They got out of their boat and stepped onto the ground.

The stocky man led them into the castle and opened up the huge doors.

Waiting inside of them was a tall, scrawny man with long red beard.

"Here you go Professor Dumbledore," the short man said.

"Thank you Mr. Senaus. I'll take them from here," replied Professor Dumbledore.

The entryway that they were in could have fit about ten of the orphanage inside of it. The ceiling could barely be seen it was so high.

"Hello and welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," said Dumbledore. "On the other side of the doors behind me, you shall be sorted into one of our four houses: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin, named for the founders of our school. As the year goes on, any special achievements you have accomplished shall award points to your house. Any rule breaking subtracts them. The house with the most points at the end of the year wins the House Cup. Now, we are running late for the Sorting Ceremony, so I'll lead you into the Great Hall now."

Professor Dumbledore led them through two doors, larger than the ones before.

The Great Hall was the most magnificent place Tom had ever set foot in. The wall looked exactly like the baby blue sky. He overheard someone say that it was bewitched to be that way. There were four tables, two on each side with huge pictures hanging above them.

Above the Gryffindor table was a lion, in front of a scarlet and gold background. Above the Ravenclaw table was an eagle over black and blue. Above the Hufflepuff table was a badger over yellow and red. Over the Slytherin table was a snake over green and silver. Tom noted that the pictures were not at a standstill; they were moving, as a lion, eagle, badger, or snake would move.

At the end of the Great Hall was the High Table, where all of the teachers sat. Professor Dumbledore took his place at the table, and left the first years standing alone, the eyes of the entire school upon them.

Tom noticed, that in front of the High Table was a stool. On top of it was an old, dirty hat, patched and frayed.

Tom was wondering why the hat was there when it went into song.

Place me on your head
And then you will see
The answer to the question
Where should they put me?
Hogwarts has four houses,
You'll be put in one,
Once sorted by the Sorting Hat,
Your years here will have begun.
If bravery, daring, and chivalry,
Within you I see,
I know just where you will end up;
In Gryffindor you'll be.
If you are smart and clever,
There is a lot you know,
Have no doubt about it,
To Ravenclaw you'll go.
If you work hard and you believe
There always is a way,
Then you'll go into Hufflepuff,
And that is where you'll stay.
If you have much cunning,
And much ambition,
To put you into Slytherin
Will be my admission.
So sit down on the stool
And place me on your head
I'll put you in the right house,
There is no need for dread.
I can see inside your brain
But don't worry about me,
The only thing I care about
Is in which house you'll be!

The Great Hall burst into applause.

"Ew! I'm not putting that thing on my head!" Bennett stated.

"Aried, George," Professor Dumbledore called off a piece of paper.

A short, dark haired boy walked up to the stool and put the Sorting Hat on.

After a few seconds, the hat yelled out, "GRYFFINDOR!"

There were loud cheers from the Gryffindor table, but Tom could hear a few boos from the Slytherin table.

A few more were sorted before, "Crabbe, William."

Crabbe lumbered over to the hat and placed it on his head. The hat immediately yelled out, "SLYTHERIN!" as it did later when Goyle and Bennett were sorted.

The Sorting Hat song had made it sound like all of the houses were good, but Tom knew it was a lie. The only house worth being in was Slytherin, the best.

"Riddle, Thomas," came the call that had seemed to wait forever.

Tom walked over to the hat, and placed it on his head as he sat down on the stool.

"It's people like you who make my job easy," said the voice in his head. "SLYTHERIN!"

Tom took the hat off of his head and walked over to the Slytherin table, taking his seat next to Bennett.

The rest of the first years were sorted, and the headmaster, Dippet, said a few words. Tom wasn't paying attention to him, though. He barely touched the food that magically appeared on the plate in front of him when Dippet's speech was done. He just wanted to begin his wizard training, and the power that would come along with it.