Wow just finished my first chapter and I'm writing another in the same day.
Well any ways you know the drill, I don't own Harry Potter, just the unknowns.
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Chapter 2
The Sorting Hat
my style
The witch stood in front of the first years. Her eyes swept over them.
"Welcome to Hogwarts. I am Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts." said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly. . ."
"Trevor!" yelled a boy. He picked up a toad. Professor McGonagall glared at him. "Sorry, Professor."
"There you will be sorted into your houses. Here your house is like your family, your triumphs will earn you house points, rule breaking will lose some points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points win the House Cup. Now wait here for a moment," said Professor McGonagall as if the boy never did anything.
The Professor left the first years. The blonde haired boy Brenda was talking about looked over to Harry.
"So its true what they're saying on the train, Harry Potter's at Hogwarts," he said. There were whispers among the first years.
"And you've got a problem with that?" asked Allison. The boy looked at her.
"You must be Allison, Brenda's twin. Anyway I'm Draco Malfoy and this is Crabbe and Goyle," said Malfoy. Ron faked coughed a laugh. "You think my name's funny do you. I don't have to guess what your's is, an old wand and a handed-me-down robe, your a Weasley."
Ron glared at Malfoy as if daring him to dare say another word about him. Allison looked as if she was about to punch him.
"You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there," said Malfoy as he held out his hand. Harry didn't take it.
"I can figure out the wrong sort for myself, thank you," said Harry. Malfoy glared daggers at him.
Professor McGonagall was back. She hit Malfoy on the shoulder with a scroll.
"This way, in a line," said Professor McGonagall. She opened the giant doors that were in front of them, slowly.
Inside their was a huge room with four long tables going down the hall. At the other end was a staff table. Candles flew near the ceiling which looked like the night sky.
"It's bewitched to look like the sky. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History," said Hermione, who was three people back from Harry.
"Na, yeah think? No it's just a muggle picture, of course it's bewitched," mumbled Allison, she was ahead of Harry. That almost made Ron laugh, who was behind Harry.
Professor McGonagall led them up to a open space between the tables and the staff table. She placed a stool with a very very old rouged top wizard hat on it.
Aunt Petunia would freak at the sight of the hat in her house. Not that it had to just do with it being a wizards hat but because it was so grimy, frayed and patched up.
Everyone was now looking at the hat. The hat twitched and it's brim opened as if it was a mouth. A second passed and the hat began to sing.
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid to toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands, though I have none,
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
The hall burst into applause as the hat finished its songs. The hat bowed to the tables then became still.
"So we've just got to try on the hat!" said Allison happily.
"I'll kill Fred, when he got home from Hogwarts in the twins first year, he went on about wrestling a troll!" said Ron.
Harry and Allison smiled a little as Professor McGonagall stepped forward holding the now open scroll that she tapped Malfoy on the shoulder with.
"How I would love to have that scroll as a prize for making Malfoy get lost. But then I remember seeing extension poles that can become longer or shorter, so I could hit him with it and maybe the teachers wouldn't notice," said Allison quietly.
"When I call your name, please come and sit on the stool," said Professor McGonagall.
Harry began to get nervous and didn't hear who's name she called until she reached Hermione. The bushy haired girl almost ran to the stool. Professor McGonagall put the hat the girl's head. A few seconds passed and the hat yelled.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Hermione went over to the Gryffindor table, which was the one that clapped, as Ron groaned.
"Jenason, Allison!"
Allison looked as if she was watching her own funeral as she walked up to the hat. Professor McGonagall placed it on her head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted. Allison smiled as she jogged over to the clapping Gryffindor table. On the other hand, Allison's twin, Brenda, didn't look happy.
"Jenason, Brenda!"
Brenda unlike her sister marched to the hat and the professor put it on. In a second the hat shouted,
"SLYTHERIN!"
Brenda smiled at her twin as she walked to the Slytherin table. Allison stared at the floor then looked back up when Malfoy was sorted into Slytherin as well.
The list went on and on until finally Professor McGonagall said,
"Potter, Harry!"
The people in the room whispered to each other. Harry Potter was now at Hogwarts!
Harry looked over at Allison, who smiled at him and nodded up at the hat. He looked back at the hat and walked over to it. When he sat down, Professor McGonagall put the hat on his head. The hat began to talk to him!
"Hmm," the hat said. "Difficult. Very Difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh my goodness, yes -- and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting. . .So where should I put you?"
"Not Slytherin, Not Slytherin," thought Harry.
"Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that -- no? Well if you're sure -- better be GRYFFINDOR!"
The hat yelled out the last word to the room. Professor McGonagall took the hat off Harry's head and he walked down to the Gryffindor table, who burst into the loudest applause yet to count. He sat down next to Allison, who smiled at him then looked back up to the Sorting Hat.
Harry instead looked up at the staff table. At the end nearest to himself sat Hagrid, who caught his eyes and smiled. Harry grinned back. Scanning across the table, he saw Albus Dumbledore sitting in the middle of the table in a large gold chair. Professor Quirrell was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose and sallow skin.
It happened very quickly and suddenly. The teacher, Professor Quirrell was talking to, looked straight at Harry. A searing sharp hot pain shot across Harry's lightning bolt scar.
"Ouch!" stated Harry in surprised.
"What is it?" asked Allison.
"N-nothing," stumbled Harry. The pain was gone as quickly as it had come.
"Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?" Harry asked Percy.
"That's Professor Snape. He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to, everyone knows he's after Quirrel's job."
Minutes passed and the Sorting Hat sorted out the first years. Finally it came to Ron, who was now a pale shade of green. He sat there for a second or two then the hat yelled,
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry, Allison and the rest of the Gryffindor table clapped as Ron joined them. Ron looking very pleased, collapsed into the seat beside to Harry.
"Well done, Ron," said Percy while Fred (no wait George, no Fred) said,
"Excellent."
At last the sorting ending with "Zabini, Blaise," becoming a Slytherin. Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away. Chatter filled the room for awhile until McGonagall came back.
Then Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students.
"Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. A few of our older students should do well to remember that as well."
Dumbledore's eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins. The twins had the who-us look on their faces.
"Mr. Filch asks me to remind you that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Also Quidditch trails will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally this year, the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to anyone who does not wish a very painful death."
If the room could be any quieter before he said that, is was now. It was so quiet that a pin could be heard hitting the ground if it was let lose.
Harry turned to Percy and muttered,
"He's not serious?"
"Must be," said Percy, frowning. "He usually gives us a reason why we're not allowed to go somewhere."
"And now let us enjoy the feast," said Dumbledore as he clapped his hands together and sat back down. Harry and most of the other first years gasped as the dishes in front of them magically filled with food.
"I could get use to this," stated Allison as she got some steak.
"Here, here," replied Ron as he got some roasted chicken legs.
"Come on Harry the food doesn't bite, try some," said Allison.
"Not unless Fred and George make it," added Ron.
"Thanks for the idea though," said George.
"O' no there goes Hogwarts," said Allison as Harry got some pork chops.
"Hey!" said Fred trying to act hurt. "Our jokes don't hurt anybody."
"Too much," George added a few seconds later after he pondered what Fred said.
Ron was hungrily eating at his chicken legs, Allison silently cutting her streak while Harry was happy that he could eat what he wanted to. Just as Ron was finishing the last chicken leg on his plate and reached for some more, a head popped out of it. Ron let out a very small scream (who wouldn't). Allison almost dropped her fork as the head began to speak.
"Good day," the head said as his body began to appear. He went through the table as other ghosts came into the Great Hall. Two ghosts, a woman and man, came through the right wall. Another ghost, who was a man, came though the back of the hall to the Slytherin table with his sword out. Last a fat friar came out of the floors between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables.
"Hello, I'm Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpinton, resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower," stated the ghost that just went through the table. He floated up a few feet off the ground.
"I know you, you're Nearly Headless Nick!" said Ron suddenly. "My brothers told me all about you."
"I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas," said the ghost stiffly.
"Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?" asked Hermione.
"Like this," stated Nearly Headless Nick irritably. He grabbed his left ear and tugged. His head swung off his neck and fell onto on too his shoulder as if it was on a hinge. It was quite obvious that someone tried to behead him but didn't do it right.
Looking quite pleased with the stunned and mortified looks of the first years faces, Nearly Headless Nick flipped his head back on his neck and floated downward. The ghost coughed and said,
"So, new Gryffindors! I hope you're going to help us win the house championship this year? Gryffindors have never gone so long with out winning. Slytherins have got the cup six years in a row! Bloody Baron's becoming almost unbearable, he's the Slytherin ghost."
"How did he get covered in blood?" asked Allison with great interest.
"I've never asked," said Nearly Headless Nick delicately.
"Oh," said Allison sadly.
When everyone had eaten, the remains of the food faded from the plates. A moment later the desserts appeared. Blocks of ice cream in every flavor you could think of were among the desserts.
Harry helped himself to a treacle tart as Allison and Ron got some chocolate ice cream. Slowly the topics of talk changed into their families.
"I'm half-and-half," stated a sandy haired boy named Seamus Finnigan. "Me dad's a muggle and me mom's a witch. She didn't tell him 'til after they were married. Bit of a nasty shock for him."
The people who were listening laughed.
On the other side of Allison, were Hermione and Percy Weasley, which Harry could hear what they saying. The two were talking about lessons.
Allison caught Harry's eyes and she made the motion with her hand. The motion was the jabber sign (you know the hand looks like a mouth and pretends to talk). Harry laughed.
Soon, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again.
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" said Dumbledore. Harry notices that the other teachers' smiles had become either rather fixed or they frown.
"I don't think the teachers like this at all." whisper Harry to Ron and Allison.
"Who wouldn't." replied Allison.
Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and became words.
"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"
And the school sang:
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
Just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot."
Everyone finish the song and different times. Allison was the first because she thought it was quite dumb and picked the fasted song she could think of. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing to a very slow funeral song. When the twins finish, Dumbledore clapped the loudest.
"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes as he smiled. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now bedtime. Your house prefect will show you the way, first years. Off you go."
The Gryffindor first years followed Percy out the Grand Hall and into a room. There were thousands of stairs all around.
"Watch out for the stair cases, they like to change." explained Percy as he led them up a stair case on the left. There were pictures that moved as they passed saying either,
"Welcome to Hogwarts" or "Hello."
After want seemed like hours going up stair cases, though corridors and hidden doorways, they stopped at the very end of a corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.
"Password?" she asked.
"Caput Draconis," said Percy , and the portrait swung forward to a door in the wall. They all scrambled through it and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cozy round room full of squashy armchairs. Percy showed the girls their dormitory and the boy's theirs.
Allison said goodnight to the two (Ron and Harry) and disappeared into the girl's dormitory. Ron and Harry found that they were roomed with Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnigan. When each had found their beds which were five four-posters hung with deep red velvet curtains. Their trunks were already brought up. Too tired to talk much, the got into their pajamas and went to bed.
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Long chapter eh? Well sorry! The next chapter is: The Potions Master
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-- Saymir Shadowfox
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Chapter 2
The Sorting Hat
my style
The witch stood in front of the first years. Her eyes swept over them.
"Welcome to Hogwarts. I am Professor McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts." said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly. . ."
"Trevor!" yelled a boy. He picked up a toad. Professor McGonagall glared at him. "Sorry, Professor."
"There you will be sorted into your houses. Here your house is like your family, your triumphs will earn you house points, rule breaking will lose some points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points win the House Cup. Now wait here for a moment," said Professor McGonagall as if the boy never did anything.
The Professor left the first years. The blonde haired boy Brenda was talking about looked over to Harry.
"So its true what they're saying on the train, Harry Potter's at Hogwarts," he said. There were whispers among the first years.
"And you've got a problem with that?" asked Allison. The boy looked at her.
"You must be Allison, Brenda's twin. Anyway I'm Draco Malfoy and this is Crabbe and Goyle," said Malfoy. Ron faked coughed a laugh. "You think my name's funny do you. I don't have to guess what your's is, an old wand and a handed-me-down robe, your a Weasley."
Ron glared at Malfoy as if daring him to dare say another word about him. Allison looked as if she was about to punch him.
"You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there," said Malfoy as he held out his hand. Harry didn't take it.
"I can figure out the wrong sort for myself, thank you," said Harry. Malfoy glared daggers at him.
Professor McGonagall was back. She hit Malfoy on the shoulder with a scroll.
"This way, in a line," said Professor McGonagall. She opened the giant doors that were in front of them, slowly.
Inside their was a huge room with four long tables going down the hall. At the other end was a staff table. Candles flew near the ceiling which looked like the night sky.
"It's bewitched to look like the sky. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History," said Hermione, who was three people back from Harry.
"Na, yeah think? No it's just a muggle picture, of course it's bewitched," mumbled Allison, she was ahead of Harry. That almost made Ron laugh, who was behind Harry.
Professor McGonagall led them up to a open space between the tables and the staff table. She placed a stool with a very very old rouged top wizard hat on it.
Aunt Petunia would freak at the sight of the hat in her house. Not that it had to just do with it being a wizards hat but because it was so grimy, frayed and patched up.
Everyone was now looking at the hat. The hat twitched and it's brim opened as if it was a mouth. A second passed and the hat began to sing.
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid to toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands, though I have none,
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
The hall burst into applause as the hat finished its songs. The hat bowed to the tables then became still.
"So we've just got to try on the hat!" said Allison happily.
"I'll kill Fred, when he got home from Hogwarts in the twins first year, he went on about wrestling a troll!" said Ron.
Harry and Allison smiled a little as Professor McGonagall stepped forward holding the now open scroll that she tapped Malfoy on the shoulder with.
"How I would love to have that scroll as a prize for making Malfoy get lost. But then I remember seeing extension poles that can become longer or shorter, so I could hit him with it and maybe the teachers wouldn't notice," said Allison quietly.
"When I call your name, please come and sit on the stool," said Professor McGonagall.
Harry began to get nervous and didn't hear who's name she called until she reached Hermione. The bushy haired girl almost ran to the stool. Professor McGonagall put the hat the girl's head. A few seconds passed and the hat yelled.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Hermione went over to the Gryffindor table, which was the one that clapped, as Ron groaned.
"Jenason, Allison!"
Allison looked as if she was watching her own funeral as she walked up to the hat. Professor McGonagall placed it on her head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted. Allison smiled as she jogged over to the clapping Gryffindor table. On the other hand, Allison's twin, Brenda, didn't look happy.
"Jenason, Brenda!"
Brenda unlike her sister marched to the hat and the professor put it on. In a second the hat shouted,
"SLYTHERIN!"
Brenda smiled at her twin as she walked to the Slytherin table. Allison stared at the floor then looked back up when Malfoy was sorted into Slytherin as well.
The list went on and on until finally Professor McGonagall said,
"Potter, Harry!"
The people in the room whispered to each other. Harry Potter was now at Hogwarts!
Harry looked over at Allison, who smiled at him and nodded up at the hat. He looked back at the hat and walked over to it. When he sat down, Professor McGonagall put the hat on his head. The hat began to talk to him!
"Hmm," the hat said. "Difficult. Very Difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh my goodness, yes -- and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting. . .So where should I put you?"
"Not Slytherin, Not Slytherin," thought Harry.
"Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that -- no? Well if you're sure -- better be GRYFFINDOR!"
The hat yelled out the last word to the room. Professor McGonagall took the hat off Harry's head and he walked down to the Gryffindor table, who burst into the loudest applause yet to count. He sat down next to Allison, who smiled at him then looked back up to the Sorting Hat.
Harry instead looked up at the staff table. At the end nearest to himself sat Hagrid, who caught his eyes and smiled. Harry grinned back. Scanning across the table, he saw Albus Dumbledore sitting in the middle of the table in a large gold chair. Professor Quirrell was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose and sallow skin.
It happened very quickly and suddenly. The teacher, Professor Quirrell was talking to, looked straight at Harry. A searing sharp hot pain shot across Harry's lightning bolt scar.
"Ouch!" stated Harry in surprised.
"What is it?" asked Allison.
"N-nothing," stumbled Harry. The pain was gone as quickly as it had come.
"Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?" Harry asked Percy.
"That's Professor Snape. He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to, everyone knows he's after Quirrel's job."
Minutes passed and the Sorting Hat sorted out the first years. Finally it came to Ron, who was now a pale shade of green. He sat there for a second or two then the hat yelled,
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry, Allison and the rest of the Gryffindor table clapped as Ron joined them. Ron looking very pleased, collapsed into the seat beside to Harry.
"Well done, Ron," said Percy while Fred (no wait George, no Fred) said,
"Excellent."
At last the sorting ending with "Zabini, Blaise," becoming a Slytherin. Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away. Chatter filled the room for awhile until McGonagall came back.
Then Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students.
"Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. A few of our older students should do well to remember that as well."
Dumbledore's eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins. The twins had the who-us look on their faces.
"Mr. Filch asks me to remind you that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Also Quidditch trails will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally this year, the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to anyone who does not wish a very painful death."
If the room could be any quieter before he said that, is was now. It was so quiet that a pin could be heard hitting the ground if it was let lose.
Harry turned to Percy and muttered,
"He's not serious?"
"Must be," said Percy, frowning. "He usually gives us a reason why we're not allowed to go somewhere."
"And now let us enjoy the feast," said Dumbledore as he clapped his hands together and sat back down. Harry and most of the other first years gasped as the dishes in front of them magically filled with food.
"I could get use to this," stated Allison as she got some steak.
"Here, here," replied Ron as he got some roasted chicken legs.
"Come on Harry the food doesn't bite, try some," said Allison.
"Not unless Fred and George make it," added Ron.
"Thanks for the idea though," said George.
"O' no there goes Hogwarts," said Allison as Harry got some pork chops.
"Hey!" said Fred trying to act hurt. "Our jokes don't hurt anybody."
"Too much," George added a few seconds later after he pondered what Fred said.
Ron was hungrily eating at his chicken legs, Allison silently cutting her streak while Harry was happy that he could eat what he wanted to. Just as Ron was finishing the last chicken leg on his plate and reached for some more, a head popped out of it. Ron let out a very small scream (who wouldn't). Allison almost dropped her fork as the head began to speak.
"Good day," the head said as his body began to appear. He went through the table as other ghosts came into the Great Hall. Two ghosts, a woman and man, came through the right wall. Another ghost, who was a man, came though the back of the hall to the Slytherin table with his sword out. Last a fat friar came out of the floors between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables.
"Hello, I'm Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpinton, resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower," stated the ghost that just went through the table. He floated up a few feet off the ground.
"I know you, you're Nearly Headless Nick!" said Ron suddenly. "My brothers told me all about you."
"I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas," said the ghost stiffly.
"Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?" asked Hermione.
"Like this," stated Nearly Headless Nick irritably. He grabbed his left ear and tugged. His head swung off his neck and fell onto on too his shoulder as if it was on a hinge. It was quite obvious that someone tried to behead him but didn't do it right.
Looking quite pleased with the stunned and mortified looks of the first years faces, Nearly Headless Nick flipped his head back on his neck and floated downward. The ghost coughed and said,
"So, new Gryffindors! I hope you're going to help us win the house championship this year? Gryffindors have never gone so long with out winning. Slytherins have got the cup six years in a row! Bloody Baron's becoming almost unbearable, he's the Slytherin ghost."
"How did he get covered in blood?" asked Allison with great interest.
"I've never asked," said Nearly Headless Nick delicately.
"Oh," said Allison sadly.
When everyone had eaten, the remains of the food faded from the plates. A moment later the desserts appeared. Blocks of ice cream in every flavor you could think of were among the desserts.
Harry helped himself to a treacle tart as Allison and Ron got some chocolate ice cream. Slowly the topics of talk changed into their families.
"I'm half-and-half," stated a sandy haired boy named Seamus Finnigan. "Me dad's a muggle and me mom's a witch. She didn't tell him 'til after they were married. Bit of a nasty shock for him."
The people who were listening laughed.
On the other side of Allison, were Hermione and Percy Weasley, which Harry could hear what they saying. The two were talking about lessons.
Allison caught Harry's eyes and she made the motion with her hand. The motion was the jabber sign (you know the hand looks like a mouth and pretends to talk). Harry laughed.
Soon, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again.
"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" said Dumbledore. Harry notices that the other teachers' smiles had become either rather fixed or they frown.
"I don't think the teachers like this at all." whisper Harry to Ron and Allison.
"Who wouldn't." replied Allison.
Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and became words.
"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"
And the school sang:
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
Just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot."
Everyone finish the song and different times. Allison was the first because she thought it was quite dumb and picked the fasted song she could think of. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing to a very slow funeral song. When the twins finish, Dumbledore clapped the loudest.
"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes as he smiled. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now bedtime. Your house prefect will show you the way, first years. Off you go."
The Gryffindor first years followed Percy out the Grand Hall and into a room. There were thousands of stairs all around.
"Watch out for the stair cases, they like to change." explained Percy as he led them up a stair case on the left. There were pictures that moved as they passed saying either,
"Welcome to Hogwarts" or "Hello."
After want seemed like hours going up stair cases, though corridors and hidden doorways, they stopped at the very end of a corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.
"Password?" she asked.
"Caput Draconis," said Percy , and the portrait swung forward to a door in the wall. They all scrambled through it and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cozy round room full of squashy armchairs. Percy showed the girls their dormitory and the boy's theirs.
Allison said goodnight to the two (Ron and Harry) and disappeared into the girl's dormitory. Ron and Harry found that they were roomed with Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom and Seamus Finnigan. When each had found their beds which were five four-posters hung with deep red velvet curtains. Their trunks were already brought up. Too tired to talk much, the got into their pajamas and went to bed.
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Long chapter eh? Well sorry! The next chapter is: The Potions Master
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-- Saymir Shadowfox