Alana was lead into the Great Hall by Hermione. Hermione, of course,
was asking all about the books Alana read, about Alana's favorite classes,
and so on. Alana in fact liked many books. She had even read Hogwarts, A
History to check up on the school she'd be going to.
"What house are all of you in?" Alana asked.
"Gryffindor." Harry replied.
"Wow, that's neat. No guess for that other kid, right? Slytherin." Alana smirked.
"Yeah, you nailed it pretty much." Harry laughed. Alana waved and departed with the first years to be sorted. Professor McGonagall was waiting for the students and explained what would happen.
"You will place the sorting hat on your head, and when it tells you your house, go and sit there. That's it. Come along, then." McGonagall took the students to the front of the Great Hall. Alana saw Hermione waving to her and encouraging her as she went up.
Alana was to be last in the sorting because of her year. At her old school, there was no houses, everyone was divided by year. The Sorting Hat started to sing a rather nice song.
I'm the hat that was chosen wise, From old Gryffindor. He put some brains in me, And sewed me up for lots of reasons and more. Well I was there when Hogwarts School was made, A decent part in the role of the school I played. Slytherin, almighty wary didn't think I'd work! Well on that first, opening day, I did the job perfectly with a smirk. Ravenclaw came up to me and asked how did I choose, I said she was smart and what did I have to lose? So I told that nice, brainy Ravenclaw, I will tell you if you promise to take the secret secretly by law! So she agreed, and I told her, but something was amiss! That Hufflepuff wanted to know too, I still reminis. She huddled there, in the corner, listening wild and free, I was in a panic and thought of why and oh, oh me! But as I said, old Ravenclaw, had a very good head...
Alana tuned out thinking about what happened. 'He was awful brave to do anything like that!' She thought. The sorting hat finished and she clapped along with everyone else around her.
The first person to go was, 'Armtouse, Bradley', 'Slytherin!'. Some hisses from Gryffindor were heard but mostly people were clapping. 'Kennings, Jas', 'Ravenclaw!'.
Alana stood up nervously until, 'Zundane, Georgia', 'Hufflepuff!'. And then, it was her turn. Her name was called and she sat on the stool prepared and put the hat on. 'Hmm.' Alana thought. 'What a rather large hat. I wonder when it will start?' But no answer came. Nothing. Alana could hear a strange hummering, but nothing more. McGonagall watched in disbelief and shock. But then, the hat called out, "Gryflerinhuffleclaw!" And Alana just sat. She cringed and McGonagall came up to her.
"Don't worry," she said, "I think I'll figure it out." McGonagall talked to the hat and it seemed to be undecided.
"I told you! She's in Gryflerinhuffleclaw."
"But there isn't a Gryflerinhuffleclaw!" McGonagall hissed.
"Well then, I'm undecided!" That was that, and the hat made what sounded like a "Humph!" and it zipped up.
"Well, I'm sure you can sit with the staff, for today." McGonagall said. "I suppose this since our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher hasn't come quite yet. Well, go on, next to Dumbledore." Alana trudged up to the empty seat next to Dumbledore as McGonagall whispered to him, "I'll figure this out with the hat, Albus." Dumbledore smiled and turned to the students and stood.
"I only have this to say. Eat up!" And with that, the hall erupted into speech. Alana took the sorting hat off her head and gave it to McGonagall whom was scowling.
"Come with me, Alana." McGonogall directed Alana to the room used in the TriWizard Tournament last year. It was small, a fireplace burning near the end of it. It was well furnished, too. "Open up!" McGonagall yelled at the hat. It zipped up open.
"What now?" It yelled.
"We need to find one house for Alana. She has no where to go!"
"Well then, has any of her relatives gone here?" the hat replied. It seemed to speak as if it was humming a tune. McGonagall turned to Alana.
"I had a close relative in Slytherin, I think."
"Then go into Slytherin." the hat decided and zipped up. McGonagall scowled once more.
"I guess you'll stay in Slytherin. I'd love for you to come to Gryffindor, but no one knows what I can do over the power of this hat. Funny sounding as it may seem." Alana giggled and made a slant face.
"OK, thank you professor." Alana headed outside and Hermione waved, smiling as though she thought Alana had been accepted into Gryffindor. Alana frowned and looked the other way, then to her destination: a spot at the Slytherin table. Then Alana's frown turned into surprise and self defeat as she sighed to herself and moped to the table. She sat at the end, her plate now full of food.
"Hi." A new Slytherin first-year exclaimed, her mouth full of food. She was chubby and thick-boned.
"Um, hello there, I guess..." Alana sighed again and ate her food in silence, listening to the chubby girl rambled on.
"My name," she grunted, "is Martha." She had two, thick braids. Her hair was smoky black and untamed. Alana looked at Hermione, and surprisingly, Hermione was looking right back, with a very sad look on her face.
"I'm sorry!" Alana murmured. Hermione sighed and waved, then turned to talk to another girl. Alana felt terrible and looked around at the Slytherin table. She saw a lot of disgruntled, mean looking people. Then Alana's jaw dropped, the boy she dueled earlier was sitting near two fat people, laughing along with them. 'No!' she thought, 'Why am I at his table?!'
Soon, Dumbledore stood up again, and spoke, "Now, I would like to remind you of some rules. First of all, Mr. Filch has asked me to remind all students that the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds, as is the Third Floor Corridor. New to the list of items not allowed would be Bouncing Bill's Blasters and Fire Flame Candy. Anyone that would like to see the list of items, may look over it in Mr. Filch's office. If you have any questions, ask your Head of House, any of the Prefects, or a Head Boy or Girl. Thank you, now I believe it is time to rest before tomorrow's lessons!' All of the food disappeared as the students assembled.
"Where should we go?" Alana asked Martha, whom was looking very sad the food had disappeared, as if she was planning on stealing more of it for the common room.
"Dunno. Follow the Prefect, I guess?" Martha and Alana followed the other Slytherin Students, all the way to a large stone statue. It was of a Giant Snake. A boy stepped up to it, wearing two badges. They boasted the words, 'Slytherin' and 'Prefect'. He had dark brown hair and bright white skin.
"Mudblood." Alana cringed at the word.
"No I'm not!" the snake hissed, "I'm a snake!"
"It's the password you bloody idiot!" Retorted the prefect.
"Ooh, that's right. Sorry then, in you go." And the snake flatted down into a path, the wall behind it opened into a hallway. The students, one by one, stepped up on the snake and into the common room. Alana growled in a low tone, she didn't want to be in Slytherin. She wanted to be in Gryffindor. A boy suddenly looked at her, as if in a trance. He walked up to her, his fat jiggling.
"What?" Alana asked the student.
"You seem to be angry." He said in an airy tone.
"You know how there isn't any food here? If I were you, I'd do something about it." Alana said sarcastically, scanning over the chubby boy. He turned suddenly and skipped off into the hall. Every one looked at him and whispered something about it. Alana and Martha were the last to go in the common room where the Prefect was standing. He was muttering to another student who was halfway up a set of stairs.
"I'm so pissed, I always hate doing this little speech to these freaks." The other boy laughed.
"You were one of them too, jerk."
"All that matters is now, and not when I was pissing off some other Prefect." He said back angrily. He turned as the other boy clambered up the stairs. "The password is mudblood. You say in front of the Snake Statue, and you can get in here, got it?" A bunch of students nodded, scared of the Prefect whom they are supposed to trust. "The stairs move, so don't go running around, or," He grinned evily, "you just might fall to your unpleasant death. Girls dormitories are behind you, boys in front. The level on the stairs that you stop at like the second, would be the year you are in. So stop on the first floor, and that is your dormitory. No one cares if you go into another persons dorm, so do whatever. Just hope not to get caught by some goody-two-shoes. There, now get going, because I'm tired." Every one groaned and started heading to their dormitory.
Alana headed up the girls' dormitory stairs. First level, second, third, fourth, and fifth. Her legs buckled from tiredness. She bravely opened the door to the room. All the girls looked at her. "Aren't you a first year?" One said icily. Her black brown hair tumbled to her waist. She was in a pink robe, with pink ribbons in her hair.
"No." Said Alana, just as cold. "I just transferred here."
"That describes the extra bunk. I was hoping to get one to myself. I get bottom, no questions." She said, her eyes darting all over Alana, as if to scan her for some hidden weapon.
Alanna grumbled as the girl removed her things from her top bunk. She had everything pink, it was sickening. Her name, Pansy Parkinson, was engraved all over everything in a dark purple shade. Alanna lay down in her new bunk. The last thing she heard before lights out was Pansy, "Good night and try not to fall out of the top." Alana could almost feel everyone's giggles and evil smiles in the room. Then darkness swelled around her.
a/n= You'll find out more about the bulging boy later! Promise!
Caitlin- Thanks for your nice comments! I hope you keep reading the story!
I'll post more up soon! Don't worry! :) Read & Review, please!!!
"What house are all of you in?" Alana asked.
"Gryffindor." Harry replied.
"Wow, that's neat. No guess for that other kid, right? Slytherin." Alana smirked.
"Yeah, you nailed it pretty much." Harry laughed. Alana waved and departed with the first years to be sorted. Professor McGonagall was waiting for the students and explained what would happen.
"You will place the sorting hat on your head, and when it tells you your house, go and sit there. That's it. Come along, then." McGonagall took the students to the front of the Great Hall. Alana saw Hermione waving to her and encouraging her as she went up.
Alana was to be last in the sorting because of her year. At her old school, there was no houses, everyone was divided by year. The Sorting Hat started to sing a rather nice song.
I'm the hat that was chosen wise, From old Gryffindor. He put some brains in me, And sewed me up for lots of reasons and more. Well I was there when Hogwarts School was made, A decent part in the role of the school I played. Slytherin, almighty wary didn't think I'd work! Well on that first, opening day, I did the job perfectly with a smirk. Ravenclaw came up to me and asked how did I choose, I said she was smart and what did I have to lose? So I told that nice, brainy Ravenclaw, I will tell you if you promise to take the secret secretly by law! So she agreed, and I told her, but something was amiss! That Hufflepuff wanted to know too, I still reminis. She huddled there, in the corner, listening wild and free, I was in a panic and thought of why and oh, oh me! But as I said, old Ravenclaw, had a very good head...
Alana tuned out thinking about what happened. 'He was awful brave to do anything like that!' She thought. The sorting hat finished and she clapped along with everyone else around her.
The first person to go was, 'Armtouse, Bradley', 'Slytherin!'. Some hisses from Gryffindor were heard but mostly people were clapping. 'Kennings, Jas', 'Ravenclaw!'.
Alana stood up nervously until, 'Zundane, Georgia', 'Hufflepuff!'. And then, it was her turn. Her name was called and she sat on the stool prepared and put the hat on. 'Hmm.' Alana thought. 'What a rather large hat. I wonder when it will start?' But no answer came. Nothing. Alana could hear a strange hummering, but nothing more. McGonagall watched in disbelief and shock. But then, the hat called out, "Gryflerinhuffleclaw!" And Alana just sat. She cringed and McGonagall came up to her.
"Don't worry," she said, "I think I'll figure it out." McGonagall talked to the hat and it seemed to be undecided.
"I told you! She's in Gryflerinhuffleclaw."
"But there isn't a Gryflerinhuffleclaw!" McGonagall hissed.
"Well then, I'm undecided!" That was that, and the hat made what sounded like a "Humph!" and it zipped up.
"Well, I'm sure you can sit with the staff, for today." McGonagall said. "I suppose this since our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher hasn't come quite yet. Well, go on, next to Dumbledore." Alana trudged up to the empty seat next to Dumbledore as McGonagall whispered to him, "I'll figure this out with the hat, Albus." Dumbledore smiled and turned to the students and stood.
"I only have this to say. Eat up!" And with that, the hall erupted into speech. Alana took the sorting hat off her head and gave it to McGonagall whom was scowling.
"Come with me, Alana." McGonogall directed Alana to the room used in the TriWizard Tournament last year. It was small, a fireplace burning near the end of it. It was well furnished, too. "Open up!" McGonagall yelled at the hat. It zipped up open.
"What now?" It yelled.
"We need to find one house for Alana. She has no where to go!"
"Well then, has any of her relatives gone here?" the hat replied. It seemed to speak as if it was humming a tune. McGonagall turned to Alana.
"I had a close relative in Slytherin, I think."
"Then go into Slytherin." the hat decided and zipped up. McGonagall scowled once more.
"I guess you'll stay in Slytherin. I'd love for you to come to Gryffindor, but no one knows what I can do over the power of this hat. Funny sounding as it may seem." Alana giggled and made a slant face.
"OK, thank you professor." Alana headed outside and Hermione waved, smiling as though she thought Alana had been accepted into Gryffindor. Alana frowned and looked the other way, then to her destination: a spot at the Slytherin table. Then Alana's frown turned into surprise and self defeat as she sighed to herself and moped to the table. She sat at the end, her plate now full of food.
"Hi." A new Slytherin first-year exclaimed, her mouth full of food. She was chubby and thick-boned.
"Um, hello there, I guess..." Alana sighed again and ate her food in silence, listening to the chubby girl rambled on.
"My name," she grunted, "is Martha." She had two, thick braids. Her hair was smoky black and untamed. Alana looked at Hermione, and surprisingly, Hermione was looking right back, with a very sad look on her face.
"I'm sorry!" Alana murmured. Hermione sighed and waved, then turned to talk to another girl. Alana felt terrible and looked around at the Slytherin table. She saw a lot of disgruntled, mean looking people. Then Alana's jaw dropped, the boy she dueled earlier was sitting near two fat people, laughing along with them. 'No!' she thought, 'Why am I at his table?!'
Soon, Dumbledore stood up again, and spoke, "Now, I would like to remind you of some rules. First of all, Mr. Filch has asked me to remind all students that the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds, as is the Third Floor Corridor. New to the list of items not allowed would be Bouncing Bill's Blasters and Fire Flame Candy. Anyone that would like to see the list of items, may look over it in Mr. Filch's office. If you have any questions, ask your Head of House, any of the Prefects, or a Head Boy or Girl. Thank you, now I believe it is time to rest before tomorrow's lessons!' All of the food disappeared as the students assembled.
"Where should we go?" Alana asked Martha, whom was looking very sad the food had disappeared, as if she was planning on stealing more of it for the common room.
"Dunno. Follow the Prefect, I guess?" Martha and Alana followed the other Slytherin Students, all the way to a large stone statue. It was of a Giant Snake. A boy stepped up to it, wearing two badges. They boasted the words, 'Slytherin' and 'Prefect'. He had dark brown hair and bright white skin.
"Mudblood." Alana cringed at the word.
"No I'm not!" the snake hissed, "I'm a snake!"
"It's the password you bloody idiot!" Retorted the prefect.
"Ooh, that's right. Sorry then, in you go." And the snake flatted down into a path, the wall behind it opened into a hallway. The students, one by one, stepped up on the snake and into the common room. Alana growled in a low tone, she didn't want to be in Slytherin. She wanted to be in Gryffindor. A boy suddenly looked at her, as if in a trance. He walked up to her, his fat jiggling.
"What?" Alana asked the student.
"You seem to be angry." He said in an airy tone.
"You know how there isn't any food here? If I were you, I'd do something about it." Alana said sarcastically, scanning over the chubby boy. He turned suddenly and skipped off into the hall. Every one looked at him and whispered something about it. Alana and Martha were the last to go in the common room where the Prefect was standing. He was muttering to another student who was halfway up a set of stairs.
"I'm so pissed, I always hate doing this little speech to these freaks." The other boy laughed.
"You were one of them too, jerk."
"All that matters is now, and not when I was pissing off some other Prefect." He said back angrily. He turned as the other boy clambered up the stairs. "The password is mudblood. You say in front of the Snake Statue, and you can get in here, got it?" A bunch of students nodded, scared of the Prefect whom they are supposed to trust. "The stairs move, so don't go running around, or," He grinned evily, "you just might fall to your unpleasant death. Girls dormitories are behind you, boys in front. The level on the stairs that you stop at like the second, would be the year you are in. So stop on the first floor, and that is your dormitory. No one cares if you go into another persons dorm, so do whatever. Just hope not to get caught by some goody-two-shoes. There, now get going, because I'm tired." Every one groaned and started heading to their dormitory.
Alana headed up the girls' dormitory stairs. First level, second, third, fourth, and fifth. Her legs buckled from tiredness. She bravely opened the door to the room. All the girls looked at her. "Aren't you a first year?" One said icily. Her black brown hair tumbled to her waist. She was in a pink robe, with pink ribbons in her hair.
"No." Said Alana, just as cold. "I just transferred here."
"That describes the extra bunk. I was hoping to get one to myself. I get bottom, no questions." She said, her eyes darting all over Alana, as if to scan her for some hidden weapon.
Alanna grumbled as the girl removed her things from her top bunk. She had everything pink, it was sickening. Her name, Pansy Parkinson, was engraved all over everything in a dark purple shade. Alanna lay down in her new bunk. The last thing she heard before lights out was Pansy, "Good night and try not to fall out of the top." Alana could almost feel everyone's giggles and evil smiles in the room. Then darkness swelled around her.
a/n= You'll find out more about the bulging boy later! Promise!
Caitlin- Thanks for your nice comments! I hope you keep reading the story!
I'll post more up soon! Don't worry! :) Read & Review, please!!!