~Professor Mcgonagall does live in this chapter and is still a teacher. .
.don't ask me how it works let's just say she is charmed to live forever
(creepy I know)
Sophia and Boo stepped out of the gondolas that had taken them up a
steep mountain to be met with the creamy brick walls of Hogwarts. The
baggage that had disappeared from the back of the cart popped up around the
children as they entered the main hallway.
"Everything's so. . ." Boo started looking around her opened mouthed.
"Magical." Finished Sophia being as stunned as Boo.
"Yes this is Hogwarts remember?" Harrison snapped pushing past his sister.
"We already knew that. . ." Boo said softly.
All the children followed the prefects who had been able to get off the train before the others. After a few minutes of passing long hallways they came to a great door that was pushed open for them. Inside, long tables were set up with a head table at the opposite side of them. Students who had already been seated looked back at the nervous first years remembering when they had been in their position.
"Welcome to Hogwarts new students." Greeted Dumbledoor looking at the nervous clump of new students, "Tonight you will be sorted into the four houses; Griffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin by the sorting hat."
The hat was then turned around on the stool and it's fabric eyes blinked so it croaked, "Potter, come forward."
Sophia froze, she didn't know whether that meant her or Harrison but Harrison answered that when he bounded forward.
"There are two Potter children. . ." the sorting hat revealed staring at Harrison. Harrison frowned as his sister was pushed out next to him with a frightened look on her face. "Excellent. . .one of you runs deep with the same magic your father possessed."
"That would be me." Harrison answered.
The sorting hat raised it's tattered fabric eyebrow and beckoned, "Come forth and we shall see."
Harrison sat up on the cream stool grasping the circular base with white knuckles. Professor Mcgonagall then placed the hat on his head and the hat began to whisper something to him in a low heavy tongue.
"Sometimes the smallest power is the greatest gift. Use it wisely." It whispered then a large "Griffindor!" rang through his ears as the hat was removed.
Harrison trotted over to his new house table as cheers went up left and right 'Harry Potter's greatness lives on!' 'We are going to win Qidditch!' 'Harrison Potter has been placed to his rightful home!'
Sophia felt awkward watching Harrison being accepted so readily. Their father would be proud to see his own son in Griffindor. The Potter name wouldn't be tarnished.
"Boo Weasley I believe I shall call on next, the second generations of the great wizards and witches must be sorted carefully." The sorting hat called. Boo nervously took the stool and crinkled her nose when the hat was placed over her head.
"Please don't be Slytherin. . ." Boo whispered.
"Not Slythrin you say? No my dear you would never do in Slytherin. . .I believe I have the perfect place for you." The hat whispered back as a loud "Griffindor!" broke the tension.
Boo smiled gratefully as she walked over to the table with Harrison. Sophia smiled at her friend who was also warmly greeted.
"Colin! Colin Malfoy. . ." The sorting hat requested as Colin emerged and took his place on the stool. Just like his father, once the hat was hovering above his head ready to be placed on to decide his fate, the sorting hat called, "Slytherin!"
Colin got up and slowly made his way over to the green decorated table where the children cheered knowing his last name meant the glory days of Slytherin. Colin felt like he was re-living his father's past and the sorting hat has been charmed some how.
"One last Malfoy to place. . .Brain Malfoy. . ." The sorting hat thought aloud as Brain swiftly sat down upon the stool.
"It's going to be Slytherin, all Malfoys go to Slytherin." Brain chuckled as the oversized hat was placed on his head.
"You forget your Granger counterparts. . ." whispered the sorting hat. "Griffindor!"
Brain threw the hat to the ground and his face grew flushed with anger. He panted heavily staring at the mangled hat on the ground. The Griffindor table stopped cheering and stood watching their new roommate carefully believing at that moment he should have been a Slytherin. Colin sighed knowing Brain would never face their dad again after being placed in Griffindor.
"I am a Malfoy and I demand to be placed in Slytherin!"
"Calm down Brain. . .the sorting hat chooses and there is nothing you can do about it." Mcgongall explained escorting him over to the Griffindor table. Once seated, the children moved away from Brain who glanced at them with ugly stares.
"Sophia Potter!" the sorting hat finally called. Sophia walked up to the stool, her heart pounding a million miles an hour. She sat looking up at the hat that was to be placed on her head.
Mcgongall smiled, "Look forward dear."
Sophia did and was instantly enclosed in the black world of fabric. There was a soft whisper around her head that sounded like a low hiss. All Sophia made out was, 'heir to powers, Cause of destruction.'
The whole room was waiting, watching the fabric face closely. Would it be Griffindor or another house? Griffindor needed both Potters to stay truly great but what id the two Potter children faced off? What if Sophia was something different from Harrison and didn't share the same roots as her father. . . what if. . .
"Everything's so. . ." Boo started looking around her opened mouthed.
"Magical." Finished Sophia being as stunned as Boo.
"Yes this is Hogwarts remember?" Harrison snapped pushing past his sister.
"We already knew that. . ." Boo said softly.
All the children followed the prefects who had been able to get off the train before the others. After a few minutes of passing long hallways they came to a great door that was pushed open for them. Inside, long tables were set up with a head table at the opposite side of them. Students who had already been seated looked back at the nervous first years remembering when they had been in their position.
"Welcome to Hogwarts new students." Greeted Dumbledoor looking at the nervous clump of new students, "Tonight you will be sorted into the four houses; Griffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin by the sorting hat."
The hat was then turned around on the stool and it's fabric eyes blinked so it croaked, "Potter, come forward."
Sophia froze, she didn't know whether that meant her or Harrison but Harrison answered that when he bounded forward.
"There are two Potter children. . ." the sorting hat revealed staring at Harrison. Harrison frowned as his sister was pushed out next to him with a frightened look on her face. "Excellent. . .one of you runs deep with the same magic your father possessed."
"That would be me." Harrison answered.
The sorting hat raised it's tattered fabric eyebrow and beckoned, "Come forth and we shall see."
Harrison sat up on the cream stool grasping the circular base with white knuckles. Professor Mcgonagall then placed the hat on his head and the hat began to whisper something to him in a low heavy tongue.
"Sometimes the smallest power is the greatest gift. Use it wisely." It whispered then a large "Griffindor!" rang through his ears as the hat was removed.
Harrison trotted over to his new house table as cheers went up left and right 'Harry Potter's greatness lives on!' 'We are going to win Qidditch!' 'Harrison Potter has been placed to his rightful home!'
Sophia felt awkward watching Harrison being accepted so readily. Their father would be proud to see his own son in Griffindor. The Potter name wouldn't be tarnished.
"Boo Weasley I believe I shall call on next, the second generations of the great wizards and witches must be sorted carefully." The sorting hat called. Boo nervously took the stool and crinkled her nose when the hat was placed over her head.
"Please don't be Slytherin. . ." Boo whispered.
"Not Slythrin you say? No my dear you would never do in Slytherin. . .I believe I have the perfect place for you." The hat whispered back as a loud "Griffindor!" broke the tension.
Boo smiled gratefully as she walked over to the table with Harrison. Sophia smiled at her friend who was also warmly greeted.
"Colin! Colin Malfoy. . ." The sorting hat requested as Colin emerged and took his place on the stool. Just like his father, once the hat was hovering above his head ready to be placed on to decide his fate, the sorting hat called, "Slytherin!"
Colin got up and slowly made his way over to the green decorated table where the children cheered knowing his last name meant the glory days of Slytherin. Colin felt like he was re-living his father's past and the sorting hat has been charmed some how.
"One last Malfoy to place. . .Brain Malfoy. . ." The sorting hat thought aloud as Brain swiftly sat down upon the stool.
"It's going to be Slytherin, all Malfoys go to Slytherin." Brain chuckled as the oversized hat was placed on his head.
"You forget your Granger counterparts. . ." whispered the sorting hat. "Griffindor!"
Brain threw the hat to the ground and his face grew flushed with anger. He panted heavily staring at the mangled hat on the ground. The Griffindor table stopped cheering and stood watching their new roommate carefully believing at that moment he should have been a Slytherin. Colin sighed knowing Brain would never face their dad again after being placed in Griffindor.
"I am a Malfoy and I demand to be placed in Slytherin!"
"Calm down Brain. . .the sorting hat chooses and there is nothing you can do about it." Mcgongall explained escorting him over to the Griffindor table. Once seated, the children moved away from Brain who glanced at them with ugly stares.
"Sophia Potter!" the sorting hat finally called. Sophia walked up to the stool, her heart pounding a million miles an hour. She sat looking up at the hat that was to be placed on her head.
Mcgongall smiled, "Look forward dear."
Sophia did and was instantly enclosed in the black world of fabric. There was a soft whisper around her head that sounded like a low hiss. All Sophia made out was, 'heir to powers, Cause of destruction.'
The whole room was waiting, watching the fabric face closely. Would it be Griffindor or another house? Griffindor needed both Potters to stay truly great but what id the two Potter children faced off? What if Sophia was something different from Harrison and didn't share the same roots as her father. . . what if. . .