Disclaimer: It's mine.my own.my precious. HEHEHE. Okay but seriously I own
nothing but Jammar Crystal Starlines-Potter, and my plot idea. Harry, the
others, and Hogwarts are all owned by J.K. Rowling, and Lenna Dumbledore
and Matthew Carni are owned by my bestest friend Leni.
A/N: I must warn some of the chapter will be taken from the book. Bits from chapters 6 and 7 will be used as I find some of the experiences and sights a little hard to rewrite so as to give the impression that Jammar sees and hears the same things as Harry. And as I want to be sure to give the impression that some events from the first year are the same for all students in Harry's year. like the some of the boat ride, and just before sorting. I give ALL credit for these parts to J.K. Rowling as I am just borrowing them.
Chapter 3
Hagrid looked around, quickly making sure that everyone was safely in the boats.
Jammar was seated in a boat with two boys, a redheaded boy and a boy with dishevelled looking black hair.
"My name's Jammar," she told them as the boats slowly made their way forwards across the lake.
"I'm Harry, and this is Ron," the black haired boy said pointing introducing himself and the redhead.
"It's nice to meet you," Ron said quietly.
"It's nice to meet you too," Jammar said.
The three sat talking quietly about what they could expect once at the school. Jammar found that Ron knew a lot about Hogwarts as he had three other brothers attending school there.
The three were just starting to talk about the feasts when Hagrid suddenly shouted, "HEADS DOWN!"
The group bent their heads and the little boats slowly slid through a curtain of ivy that had been hiding a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbour, where they clambered out on to rocks and pebbles.
Hagrid checked all the boats finding a young boy named Neville Longbottom's toad.
The students then clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last on to smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.
They all walked up the flight of stone steps and surrounded the huge, oak front door.
"Everyone here?" Hagrid said raising a gigantic fist to knock three times on the castle door.
The door soon swung open. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and Jammar's first thought was that this was not someone to cross.
"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."
She opened the door wide. Walking in Jammar looked around amazed at the large front hall. *You could fit the whole of my house, * Jammar thought to herself.
The stone walls were lit with flaming torches, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.
The students followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Making their was down Jammar could hear hundreds of voices behind a doorway to the right. *it must be the rest of the school. I'm sure they had a faster way here, * Jammar thought.
Professor McGonagall led the way into a small empty chamber. The many first years crowded into the small space much closer than they normally would have liked, all of them looking around nervously.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony indeed. While you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will take your classes with the rest of your house and year, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common-room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."
Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville, and Ron. Jammar watched Harry nervously try to flatten his hair as she quickly made sure hers was sitting flat as well.
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."
She left the chamber. The second the door closed behind her the students all began to quietly whisper amongst each other. Jammar listened in to the conversation Harry and Ron were having.
"How exactly do they sort us into houses?" she heard Harry ask Ron.
"Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking."
Jammar listened quietly wondering to herself what they would have to do. Sure she'd been reading up on some of the books she would need for the year but she had yet to really memorize any of it or even try it out. She didn't think that she would do very well in any sort of testing situation.
While she was thinking Jammar tried to ignore the girl standing next to her. The girl had long curly brown hair, and whose name Jammar learned from Harry, was Hermione Granger. Hermione was whispering fact about all the spells she'd learnt and wondering which one she'd need.
Then something happened which made Jammar jump about a foot in the air, as she saw several people around her do the same, and heard some even scream.
About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to each other and hardly glancing at the first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying, "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance - "
"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost - I say, what are you all doing here?"
A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years.
Not a single one of them answered.
"New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?"
A few people nodded mutely.
"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "My old house, you know."
"Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start."
Professor McGonagall had now returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall.
"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "And follow me."
Jammar quickly got into line behind Ron, finding Harry standing just in front of him, and they walked out of the chamber, back across the hall and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.
Jammar looked up and was just shocked. She had never seen such a strange and splendid place. Thousands upon thousands of candles, which were floating mid-air over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting, lighted the Great Hall. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there amongst the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. Jammar continued looking around the large room, and then looking upwards she saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. She heard Hermione whisper, "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts, a History."
It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great hall didn't simply open on to the heavens.
Looking down again Jammar saw Professor McGonagall silently place a four- legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she placed a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty.
Everyone in the Great Hall stared at the hat. For a few seconds, there was complete silence.
A/N: Okay I leave it hear for now. I promise chapter four shall be posted in just a few minutes so you'll be reading it soon I hope. I really hope that you all like the chapter. I promise just a few more paragraphs shall be straight from the book. After a few students are sorted I shall be doing my own work just using a few short pieces here and there in chapter four. Well please continue reading and reviewing.
A/N: I must warn some of the chapter will be taken from the book. Bits from chapters 6 and 7 will be used as I find some of the experiences and sights a little hard to rewrite so as to give the impression that Jammar sees and hears the same things as Harry. And as I want to be sure to give the impression that some events from the first year are the same for all students in Harry's year. like the some of the boat ride, and just before sorting. I give ALL credit for these parts to J.K. Rowling as I am just borrowing them.
Chapter 3
Hagrid looked around, quickly making sure that everyone was safely in the boats.
Jammar was seated in a boat with two boys, a redheaded boy and a boy with dishevelled looking black hair.
"My name's Jammar," she told them as the boats slowly made their way forwards across the lake.
"I'm Harry, and this is Ron," the black haired boy said pointing introducing himself and the redhead.
"It's nice to meet you," Ron said quietly.
"It's nice to meet you too," Jammar said.
The three sat talking quietly about what they could expect once at the school. Jammar found that Ron knew a lot about Hogwarts as he had three other brothers attending school there.
The three were just starting to talk about the feasts when Hagrid suddenly shouted, "HEADS DOWN!"
The group bent their heads and the little boats slowly slid through a curtain of ivy that had been hiding a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbour, where they clambered out on to rocks and pebbles.
Hagrid checked all the boats finding a young boy named Neville Longbottom's toad.
The students then clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last on to smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.
They all walked up the flight of stone steps and surrounded the huge, oak front door.
"Everyone here?" Hagrid said raising a gigantic fist to knock three times on the castle door.
The door soon swung open. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and Jammar's first thought was that this was not someone to cross.
"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."
She opened the door wide. Walking in Jammar looked around amazed at the large front hall. *You could fit the whole of my house, * Jammar thought to herself.
The stone walls were lit with flaming torches, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.
The students followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Making their was down Jammar could hear hundreds of voices behind a doorway to the right. *it must be the rest of the school. I'm sure they had a faster way here, * Jammar thought.
Professor McGonagall led the way into a small empty chamber. The many first years crowded into the small space much closer than they normally would have liked, all of them looking around nervously.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony indeed. While you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will take your classes with the rest of your house and year, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common-room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."
Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville, and Ron. Jammar watched Harry nervously try to flatten his hair as she quickly made sure hers was sitting flat as well.
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."
She left the chamber. The second the door closed behind her the students all began to quietly whisper amongst each other. Jammar listened in to the conversation Harry and Ron were having.
"How exactly do they sort us into houses?" she heard Harry ask Ron.
"Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking."
Jammar listened quietly wondering to herself what they would have to do. Sure she'd been reading up on some of the books she would need for the year but she had yet to really memorize any of it or even try it out. She didn't think that she would do very well in any sort of testing situation.
While she was thinking Jammar tried to ignore the girl standing next to her. The girl had long curly brown hair, and whose name Jammar learned from Harry, was Hermione Granger. Hermione was whispering fact about all the spells she'd learnt and wondering which one she'd need.
Then something happened which made Jammar jump about a foot in the air, as she saw several people around her do the same, and heard some even scream.
About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to each other and hardly glancing at the first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying, "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance - "
"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost - I say, what are you all doing here?"
A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years.
Not a single one of them answered.
"New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?"
A few people nodded mutely.
"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "My old house, you know."
"Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start."
Professor McGonagall had now returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall.
"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "And follow me."
Jammar quickly got into line behind Ron, finding Harry standing just in front of him, and they walked out of the chamber, back across the hall and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.
Jammar looked up and was just shocked. She had never seen such a strange and splendid place. Thousands upon thousands of candles, which were floating mid-air over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting, lighted the Great Hall. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there amongst the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. Jammar continued looking around the large room, and then looking upwards she saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. She heard Hermione whisper, "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts, a History."
It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great hall didn't simply open on to the heavens.
Looking down again Jammar saw Professor McGonagall silently place a four- legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she placed a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty.
Everyone in the Great Hall stared at the hat. For a few seconds, there was complete silence.
A/N: Okay I leave it hear for now. I promise chapter four shall be posted in just a few minutes so you'll be reading it soon I hope. I really hope that you all like the chapter. I promise just a few more paragraphs shall be straight from the book. After a few students are sorted I shall be doing my own work just using a few short pieces here and there in chapter four. Well please continue reading and reviewing.