Ok here is the second little chapter. BTW, I'm coming up with this off the top of my head, so it might not be that good.
Oh, and in the last chapter I said something about bold words being thoughts, well the bold didn't show up.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the wonderfully, talented, J.K. Rowling.
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Harry, Ron and Hermione went into the great hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table, and waited for the sorting to begin. Harry looked over to the Ravenclaw table and saw Cho. She was as beautiful as always. "Harry," said Hermione, "What are you looking at?" "Oh, nothing," replied Harry. He turned back to his friends.
Professor McGonagall walked up to the stool and placed the sorting hat on it. It sang it's little song and the sorting began. All the little first years walked up to the hat cautiously, anxious to find out which house they would be in. The sorting hat started to call out house names, "Gryffindor … Ravenclaw … Hufflepuff … Ravenclaw … Slytherin…" At that moment the Slytherin table burst into applause. "That girl obviously doesn't know about the Slytherin reputation," Hermione whispered.
The sorting finished and Professor Dumbledore stood up for his speech. "I've got only four words for you," said Dumbledore, "have fun this year." Then he sat down. "What? That's it?" screamed Hermione to Harry and Ron. "No warnings, or special announcments?" "I guess not," replied Ron.
The plates cleared at the end of the feast and everyone went up to their houses. Harry, Ron and Hermione approached the picture of the fat lady. "Butter beer," said Hermione. The picture opened and the three of them walked into the common room. "I'm so tired," Harry said, while yawning. "Yeah me too," said Ron. "Yeah, we should all just go to sleep," stated Hermione.
They all went up to their rooms. Harry and Ron changed into their pajamas and slipped into their beds. "Goodnight Harry." "Goodnight Ron."
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Ok, I know this is short, but I just decided something. I had a really hard time thinking of anything, and I've been reading a lot of really funny, HP things today, so I might just give up on this and write some funny little mini-fic things.
If you really, really want me to continue (and don't say anything Spet) then I might. (If I can think of anything).
Oh, and in the last chapter I said something about bold words being thoughts, well the bold didn't show up.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the wonderfully, talented, J.K. Rowling.
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Harry, Ron and Hermione went into the great hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table, and waited for the sorting to begin. Harry looked over to the Ravenclaw table and saw Cho. She was as beautiful as always. "Harry," said Hermione, "What are you looking at?" "Oh, nothing," replied Harry. He turned back to his friends.
Professor McGonagall walked up to the stool and placed the sorting hat on it. It sang it's little song and the sorting began. All the little first years walked up to the hat cautiously, anxious to find out which house they would be in. The sorting hat started to call out house names, "Gryffindor … Ravenclaw … Hufflepuff … Ravenclaw … Slytherin…" At that moment the Slytherin table burst into applause. "That girl obviously doesn't know about the Slytherin reputation," Hermione whispered.
The sorting finished and Professor Dumbledore stood up for his speech. "I've got only four words for you," said Dumbledore, "have fun this year." Then he sat down. "What? That's it?" screamed Hermione to Harry and Ron. "No warnings, or special announcments?" "I guess not," replied Ron.
The plates cleared at the end of the feast and everyone went up to their houses. Harry, Ron and Hermione approached the picture of the fat lady. "Butter beer," said Hermione. The picture opened and the three of them walked into the common room. "I'm so tired," Harry said, while yawning. "Yeah me too," said Ron. "Yeah, we should all just go to sleep," stated Hermione.
They all went up to their rooms. Harry and Ron changed into their pajamas and slipped into their beds. "Goodnight Harry." "Goodnight Ron."
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Ok, I know this is short, but I just decided something. I had a really hard time thinking of anything, and I've been reading a lot of really funny, HP things today, so I might just give up on this and write some funny little mini-fic things.
If you really, really want me to continue (and don't say anything Spet) then I might. (If I can think of anything).