Disclaimer: Pigs can fly. Hippopotamus' can tap dance. I own Harry Potter.what's wrong with these three sentences?? THEY'RE ALL FALSE!!! The wonderful world of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.anything/anyone you don't recognize belongs to me.

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Harry had eagerly awaited Saturday and was all packed. He was sitting in the living room, twiddling his thumbs while Vernon Dursley sat glaring at him and looking apprehensively at the fireplace. He hadn't forgotten about the incident last year, even though Harry had told him that the Weasley's would pick him up in a car. This time at precisely eleven o'clock he heard a car pull up in the driveway and he peered out the window. To his surprise, he saw a Ministry car and a Wizard stepped out. Before the Wizard could knock on the door, Harry was out of the house and shoving his trunk in the trunk. "Sorry Sir, may we go now please? The Wizard turned around and Harry realized it was Mr. Weasley. "Hello Mr. Weasley!" The taller man beamed at Harry. "Well, what are we waiting for, let's go!"

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A/N: I'm skipping the Burrow and Diagon Alley..onto the Train!!! Hee hee hee

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Harry and the Weasley's made their way to King's Cross Station and found carts for their trunks. Harry, Ron and Hermione all ran through the barrier together and found themselves back on Platform 9 and ¾ . They loaded their trunks onto the train, talking and catching up on news. As usual, Mrs. Weasley had packed all of them sandwiches, assuring Ron that it wasn't corn beef. At exactly 11 o'clock, the Hogwarts Express rolled out of the station. Ron, Hermione and Harry found an empty compartment and sat down, talking about random things. "Who d'you think will be the new DADA professor?" Harry asked the other two. "Well, I don't know, but I hope that he or she is good," said Hermione. Ron snorted and stated "Of course, Dumbledore wouldn't appoint just anyone now would he?" "You forget Lockhart Ron," Harry said, trying to suppress his laughs while Hermione pretended she didn't notice. Lucky for her, the witch with the trolley came rattling by. "Anything off the cart dears?" she asked. Harry gave her some money and soon they had a pile of food on a seat. The door to the compartment rolled open and there stood their three most hated people. Malfoy stood there between his two huge cronies. He sneered. "Well if it isn't Potty, the Weasel and the Mudblood. Have any visits over the summer Potter?" "Why yes, Draco, I believe I was visiting with a lovely family. I suppose you've heard of the Weasley's? They are a respectable family." Malfoy looked bewildered at the statement, as was Ron. Malfoy sneered and left, Crabbe and Goyle following. Harry sat down and Ron turned to him amazed. "Wow. How'd you do that?" he asked. "Simple. Use proper language," Harry said. All three of them burst out laughing.

When the train reached the station at Hogsmeade, they stepped out. Hermione, being a prefect stood next to the door, showing the first years the way to Hagrid who was busy shouting, "Firs' years this way! All righ' there Harry?" Harry beamed and waved at Hagrid. He, Ron and Hermione got into a horseless carriage that trundled its way up to the school. When they got out, they hurried into the Great Hall as to avoid Peeves who was pestering a group of fourth years. They sat down and Harry looked up at the table where the professors were seated. He noticed a new professor, a new woman to be exact. She was talking to Professor Dumbledore. She was Asian with black hair that hung down to her back and almond eyes. She looked a bit like Cho Chang. Harry glanced at Snape and found that he was not there. He prodded Ron and Hermione. "Where's Snape? D'you think that he's still on that mission that Dumbledore sent him on?" Hermione glanced around to make sure no one was listening. "No, I don't think so. Oh wait, the Sorting's about to start," said Hermione. Professor McGonagall was leading the first years who were looking extremely nervous. They stopped in front of the teachers were the Sorting Hat was sitting on the stool. The whole school was watching the hat. A rip on the brim opened wide and a song came forth. (A/N: I'm horrible at writing poems, so blah blah, yada, yada. TA DA!! Clap clap clap, on with the story) Professor McGonagall looked at the first years over the rim of her glasses. "When I call your name, you will sit here and put this hat on." She unrolled a scroll of parchment. "Angell, Lily" A little girl with brown hair walked up and sat on the stool, a bit apprehensively. Professor McGonagall placed the hat on her head. "GRYFFINDOR!!" The Gryffindor Table erupted into cheers and she ran down. Professor McGonagall ran down the list until the last boy "RAVENCLAW" was sorted. She carried the stool and the hat back and Professor Dumbledore stood up. "Welcome, to another year. The Forbidden Forest is forbidden as always, but I must stress on this in the light of Lord Voldemort's return." The Hall erupted into many whispered conversations before dying out again. "Hogsmeade visits will continues, but under teacher supervision. We have a new teacher with us. Let me introduce your Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Sarina Chiamudom. I trust you will treat her with respect. Now, let the feast begin!" Food magically appeared on the golden plates in front of them and all enjoyed a hearty meal. At the end when the last crumb disappeared, Dumbledore stood up again. "Will the Prefects and Head Boy and Girl please lead the First Years to your common rooms." With that, everyone stood up and started to exit the Hall. Hermione passed Harry and Ron, leading a group of nervous looking first years. "The new password is 'Angel Eyes,'" she whispered to them. They nodded, grinning at her. They hurried to the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Well, hello again dears. How were your holidays?" Ron and Harry beamed at her. "It was good, thank you. Angel Eyes," Harry said and the portrait hole swung forward and they stepped into the familiar Common Room. They climbed up the stairs to their room with the four-poster beds. Harry collapsed onto his bed, and took his glasses off, falling into a deep sleep.