Chapter 2: Suprises!!
"Ron, Ron...come here, let me talk to you." Harry pulled Ron away from the group making their way up to Hogwarts. "RON! What is up with that guy and Ginny? That guy is bad news, I can feel it in my bones!" Harry whispered into Ron's ear. "Oh don't worry, she'll be...WAIT A MINUTE!!! WHY DO YOU CARE ABOUT MY SISTER SO MUCH?!" Ron yelled to Harry, rather suprised and amazed. "Well, it's just because...because...be, oh...I dunno, I just am!" Harry retorted back to Ron, and shruged his shoulders. Ron immediatly started whispering "Ginny and Harry sitting in a tree, K-I-SS-I-N-G, first comes love...then comes marrige..." Before Ron even got to finish it, Harry had cupped his hand over Ron's mouth. "Will you SHUT UP please? Okay, so I've noticed she's matured...so what...dosen't mean I LIKE her." Harry told Ron. "Uh-Uh, Right...SURE!" Ron said to Harry, as they entered the Great Hall, and sat down at the Gryfindor table.
Hermione and Ginny were sitting across from them, and whispering Harry leaned into get an idea of what they were saying. "No, what if he's in Slytherin! Then I won't have a chance of going with him to the Yule Ball." Ginnny spoke anxiously to Hermione. Harry turned back to Ron -- he didn't need to hear anything more. Albus Dumbledore suddenly stood up from the great table at the front of the room.
"Ahem!" He cleared his throat, attempting to get everybody's attention -- it worked. "Now, just a few quick announcmets before we get onto the sorting of the new students. First of all, to all new incoming students -- the forbiden forest is out of limits, anybody seen in it without a faculty or staff will face severe consequences." He said winking at Harry and Ron. "Second off, because of the hit with the Yule ball last year, we have decided to host that ball again, and a different kind of ball... an "incoming" ball at the begginning of the school year, in two weeks, all students will be able to attend. Now...ONTO THE SORTING!!" He boomed. "Ron, another Ball!!!" Harry told Ron, beaming...he knew the exact person to ask.
"Ron, Ron...come here, let me talk to you." Harry pulled Ron away from the group making their way up to Hogwarts. "RON! What is up with that guy and Ginny? That guy is bad news, I can feel it in my bones!" Harry whispered into Ron's ear. "Oh don't worry, she'll be...WAIT A MINUTE!!! WHY DO YOU CARE ABOUT MY SISTER SO MUCH?!" Ron yelled to Harry, rather suprised and amazed. "Well, it's just because...because...be, oh...I dunno, I just am!" Harry retorted back to Ron, and shruged his shoulders. Ron immediatly started whispering "Ginny and Harry sitting in a tree, K-I-SS-I-N-G, first comes love...then comes marrige..." Before Ron even got to finish it, Harry had cupped his hand over Ron's mouth. "Will you SHUT UP please? Okay, so I've noticed she's matured...so what...dosen't mean I LIKE her." Harry told Ron. "Uh-Uh, Right...SURE!" Ron said to Harry, as they entered the Great Hall, and sat down at the Gryfindor table.
Hermione and Ginny were sitting across from them, and whispering Harry leaned into get an idea of what they were saying. "No, what if he's in Slytherin! Then I won't have a chance of going with him to the Yule Ball." Ginnny spoke anxiously to Hermione. Harry turned back to Ron -- he didn't need to hear anything more. Albus Dumbledore suddenly stood up from the great table at the front of the room.
"Ahem!" He cleared his throat, attempting to get everybody's attention -- it worked. "Now, just a few quick announcmets before we get onto the sorting of the new students. First of all, to all new incoming students -- the forbiden forest is out of limits, anybody seen in it without a faculty or staff will face severe consequences." He said winking at Harry and Ron. "Second off, because of the hit with the Yule ball last year, we have decided to host that ball again, and a different kind of ball... an "incoming" ball at the begginning of the school year, in two weeks, all students will be able to attend. Now...ONTO THE SORTING!!" He boomed. "Ron, another Ball!!!" Harry told Ron, beaming...he knew the exact person to ask.