As the sky turned from magenta to purple, Ron interrupted his game of
gobstones with Harry.
"Harry, we'd better get dressed. I expect we'll be arriving soon," said Ron.
Harry let the stone in his hand clatter to the floor, his mouth hanging open.
"What?" asked Ron.
"I don't believe this!" said Harry. "You're turning into a regular HERMIONE!"
"Now, don't be sil-" Ron caught himself. "Don't be a git, Harry."
Even HE couldn't believe it. Could Ron Weasly, trouble maker of the Weasly family, actually LIKE to be a prefect? It was absurd!
Maybe the badge has a spell on it, Ron thought. It was more logical than LIKING to be a prefect.
"I swear, Ron," said Ginny. "If you keep this up, you'll actually be getting A's!"
Ron shuddered at the thought. Harry took Ron's advice and was the last to change into his robes- just in time.
The train was slowing down now. They were there, Harry thought. They were at Hogwarts.
As they stepped off of the Hogwarts Express, They were greeted with the sound of Hagrid, Gamekeeper, gathering the first years for the traditional boat ride across the lake.
"Firs' years this way!" he boomed. "O'er here!"
They, however, were greeted with horseless carriages to take them to the castle.
Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny all climbed into the nearest one and were off.
Finally, after many bumps and the faint smell of mold that infected the carriage, they walked into the enormous, towering castle.
As they reached the main entrance, the delightful smell of roasting steaks and kidney pies filled Harry's nose.
He suddenly realized how long ago the chocolate frogs had been- at least four hours ago.
He walked down the hall, his footsteps echoing along with hundreds of others.
He couldn't believe he was starting his last year at Hogwarts. He never thought it would come.
He looker over at Ginny beside him; how lucky she was. Ignorance was bliss; in her case, anyway.
As they walked through the two swinging doors to the Great Hall, the ever- so-familiar Smell of treacle pudding, the chattering laughs coming from the four separate tables, The hundreds of candles floating above everyone's heads, and the enchanted ceiling towering above them all.
He, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny found seats by Dean Thomas and Seameus Finnigan, Harry's fellow Seventh-years in the center of the rectangular table.
Dumbledore, the ancient Headmaster, tapped his glass loudly to declare the start of term notices. Nothing important, Harry thought as he reminded them not to do magic in the halls under Filch, the horrible caretaker's orders (which, of course, no one followed unless he was watching).
And then the feast began. A wonderful feast it was, just like the other seven years that Harry had enjoyed it. After an hour of joyful stories of summer vacations, I was off to the dormitories.
The common room was just the same as it had been when he was in his first year; puffy, overstuffed red chairs surrounding a crackling, friendly fire. And, as Harry climbed the stairs to the boy's dormitories, he felt he was home for the last time.
"Harry, we'd better get dressed. I expect we'll be arriving soon," said Ron.
Harry let the stone in his hand clatter to the floor, his mouth hanging open.
"What?" asked Ron.
"I don't believe this!" said Harry. "You're turning into a regular HERMIONE!"
"Now, don't be sil-" Ron caught himself. "Don't be a git, Harry."
Even HE couldn't believe it. Could Ron Weasly, trouble maker of the Weasly family, actually LIKE to be a prefect? It was absurd!
Maybe the badge has a spell on it, Ron thought. It was more logical than LIKING to be a prefect.
"I swear, Ron," said Ginny. "If you keep this up, you'll actually be getting A's!"
Ron shuddered at the thought. Harry took Ron's advice and was the last to change into his robes- just in time.
The train was slowing down now. They were there, Harry thought. They were at Hogwarts.
As they stepped off of the Hogwarts Express, They were greeted with the sound of Hagrid, Gamekeeper, gathering the first years for the traditional boat ride across the lake.
"Firs' years this way!" he boomed. "O'er here!"
They, however, were greeted with horseless carriages to take them to the castle.
Ron, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny all climbed into the nearest one and were off.
Finally, after many bumps and the faint smell of mold that infected the carriage, they walked into the enormous, towering castle.
As they reached the main entrance, the delightful smell of roasting steaks and kidney pies filled Harry's nose.
He suddenly realized how long ago the chocolate frogs had been- at least four hours ago.
He walked down the hall, his footsteps echoing along with hundreds of others.
He couldn't believe he was starting his last year at Hogwarts. He never thought it would come.
He looker over at Ginny beside him; how lucky she was. Ignorance was bliss; in her case, anyway.
As they walked through the two swinging doors to the Great Hall, the ever- so-familiar Smell of treacle pudding, the chattering laughs coming from the four separate tables, The hundreds of candles floating above everyone's heads, and the enchanted ceiling towering above them all.
He, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny found seats by Dean Thomas and Seameus Finnigan, Harry's fellow Seventh-years in the center of the rectangular table.
Dumbledore, the ancient Headmaster, tapped his glass loudly to declare the start of term notices. Nothing important, Harry thought as he reminded them not to do magic in the halls under Filch, the horrible caretaker's orders (which, of course, no one followed unless he was watching).
And then the feast began. A wonderful feast it was, just like the other seven years that Harry had enjoyed it. After an hour of joyful stories of summer vacations, I was off to the dormitories.
The common room was just the same as it had been when he was in his first year; puffy, overstuffed red chairs surrounding a crackling, friendly fire. And, as Harry climbed the stairs to the boy's dormitories, he felt he was home for the last time.