Disclaimer: Aidoneus Malfoy, Don Weasley, William Potter.all Dumbledore and
McGonagall's schoolmates, (except for Madam Hooch and Professor Sprouts)
belongs to me. The rest belongs to J.K Rowling.
Chap 2: The Sorting Ceremony
"Hey, Dumbledore!" Someone yelled. Albus Dumbledore, a young boy at the age of 16 with blue eyes and auburn hair looked up from where he was sitting at the Gryffindor's long table in the Great Hall.
"Yes, Malfoy?" Aidoneus Malfoy was a boy with short and well-groomed silvery blond hair, beautiful icy blue eyes and a pale handsome face. Malfoy smiled.
"Oh nothing, nothing at all, just want to ask you if you had seen any pretty girls in summer. Oh my gosh!" He said in fake surprise. "I have forgotten that the Gryffindor boys are homosexual. They won't be interested in girls."
Don Weasley, a tall thin boy with red hair and brown eyes, who was sitting beside Dumbledore stood up quickly and faced Malfoy angrily. "Say that again, Malfoy!"
"Why? Did I say it wrong? You Gryffindor boys never interact with girls, not even once. Take a look at your sitting arrangement. You boys are sitting at one end of the table while the girls," Malfoy pointed at the direction where the Gryffindor girls were. "are sitting at the other end."
Don was thinking a smart comment when William Potter, a boy with messy black hair and blue eyes, suddenly piped up: "We are just too shy around girls, that's all. Unlike someone, we don't have serious cases of narcissism in the Gryffindor house."
The Gryffindor boys laughed as Malfoy blushed furiously. He recovered quickly. " If you are asking for a fight, Potter." William stood up with his fists clenched.
"All right, boys break it up, break it up! I don't want fights between Gryffindor and Slytherin at the first day of school. Professor Isidis, the Transfiguration teacher and the head of Gryffindor house rushed to them and pulled them apart.
"Get back to your seat, Mr. Malfoy." Malfoy glared at Professor Isidis and then at William.
"Just you wait, Potter." He hissed angrily before storming back to his seat at the Slytherin table.
"Phew, that was close. I don't want any points to be taken off Gryffindor." Nicholas Longbottom, a round-faced boy with glasses said as Malfoy went back to his seat, looking as if he was thinking of something. "What do you think Malfoy is thinking?" He said to William.
William shrugged. "Who cares? Hey, Albus, what kind of first-year students do you expect in Gryffindor this year?"
"The same. Brave and nice." Dumbledore said in a boring tone.
"Well, let's see what you think of them, because here they comes now with Professor Dippet."
Professor Dippet, the assistant Headmaster, walked into the Great Hall with the first-years, who were staring with their mouths dropped open at the enchanted ceiling. Dippet left for a moment and came back with a stool and the Sorting Hat. He put the Sorting Hat on the stool and Dumbledore's friends rolled their eyes as the Sorting Hat started singing its song that was sang every year. When it stopped, Dippet started to call out names.
"Sam Snape!" A boy with short greasy hair stepped out.
"Slytherin!" The Sorting Hat called and the Slytherins began to cheer.
"Great, now they have one more Slytherin to get us." Don grumbled.
"Georgia Sprouts!" A plump girl with auburn hair stepped out nervously.
"Hufflepuff!"
"Peter Clearwater!"
"Ravenclaw!"
"He doesn't look smart to me," William commented. "where are the Gryffindors?"
"Madeline Hooch!"
"Whoa! Look at that girl's eyes! Incredible! I don't know anyone with yellow eyes." Nicholas exclaimed.
"Gryffindor!"
"Where are the boys?!" Don asked as the rest of the Gryffindor cheered.
"Robert Lupin!" A boy with board shoulders and dark brown hair stepped out.
"Gryffindor!"
"YES! One boy to fight against the Slytherins." Don said.
"Joe Black!" Another strong-looking boy with dark blond hair stepped out.
"Gryffindor!"
"Make that two more strong boys to fight against the Slytherins." William said as he gave a high-five to Don.
"Daisy Brown!" A beautiful girl with chestnut-brown hair stepped out. She wore the hat and he paused for a while.
"Ah! You want to be in Gryffindor because the young man Albus Dumbledore is there, right? He is a very nice boy, good grades, good heart.." The Sorting Hat rattled on loudly. The girl blushed deeply and pulled the hat lower as the Slytherins laughed. Dumbledore raised his eyebrows; he doesn't know that he is well known outside Hogwarts.
"Doesn't the Sorting Hat ever learn to keep his mouth shut? Look at that poor girl! And Malfoy!" Nicholas pointed to Malfoy, who was laughing loudly with the rest of the Slytherins. Lawrence Brown shifted himself to Dumbledore and whispered: "Sorry, Albus, I think I speak too highly of you to my sister Daisy in the holidays." The Hat stopped talking and thought deeply.
"Very well, Gryffindor!" The Gryffindors clapped as Malfoy yelled: "Here she comes, Dumbledore!"
"Minerva McGonagall!" A pretty girl with wavy black hair stepped out.
"Whoa, look at that girl, she's beautiful. Too bad there is no house on beauty. And she looks smart too, maybe she will be in Ravenclaw. She won't get into Slytherin, that's for sure. Or maybe she will be Hufflepuff, she looks nice enough.." Don commented.
"Don, who is the one doing the sorting here? You or that hat?" William asked.
"Yeah, and don't judge people by their appearance." Dumbledore said.
Minerva sat on the stool as Dippet put the hat on her. The hat thought deeply. "Hmm, difficult, very difficult. I can see enough courage; you have a very good heart and mind.where to put you? Hufflepuff, Gryffindor of Ravenclaw? Hmm.let's see.. Well, your destiny awaits you in Gry.."
"Wait, I don't believe in destiny." Minerva said quickly. "Trust me, I am better than any other fortune tellers. Gryffindor!"
The Sorting Ceremony ended a few minutes later. Just when William tried to stand up and follow Dumbledore, the Prefect this year, to their common room after the feast, he felt his legs were completely locked with each other.
"Guys! Give me a hand over here! Something is wrong with my legs!" Dumbledore rushed to him and stared at his legs.
"I know this, it is the Leg-Locker curse." William groaned.
"Thanks a lot, Albus."
"Who did this?!" Don asked when he heard Malfoy laughing. He turned and saw Aidoneus stuffing his wand under his robes and he was smirking at William.
"Let me go, I want to punch that limey bastard!" Don yelled as Dumbledore try to hold him back.
"It is not wise to punch him! You will get a detention for that!" Don sat down beside William, fuming. Dumbledore took out his wand.
"Hold still, William, I am going to do the counter curse." He waved his wand and released William from his curse. His actions received loud applause from the Gryffindor girls and William stood up perfectly.
"My hero!" He said in a high-pitched voice.
"Cut it out, William!" Dumbledore laughed and he saw Minerva smiling at him. He blushed a little and smiled back.
Chap 2: The Sorting Ceremony
"Hey, Dumbledore!" Someone yelled. Albus Dumbledore, a young boy at the age of 16 with blue eyes and auburn hair looked up from where he was sitting at the Gryffindor's long table in the Great Hall.
"Yes, Malfoy?" Aidoneus Malfoy was a boy with short and well-groomed silvery blond hair, beautiful icy blue eyes and a pale handsome face. Malfoy smiled.
"Oh nothing, nothing at all, just want to ask you if you had seen any pretty girls in summer. Oh my gosh!" He said in fake surprise. "I have forgotten that the Gryffindor boys are homosexual. They won't be interested in girls."
Don Weasley, a tall thin boy with red hair and brown eyes, who was sitting beside Dumbledore stood up quickly and faced Malfoy angrily. "Say that again, Malfoy!"
"Why? Did I say it wrong? You Gryffindor boys never interact with girls, not even once. Take a look at your sitting arrangement. You boys are sitting at one end of the table while the girls," Malfoy pointed at the direction where the Gryffindor girls were. "are sitting at the other end."
Don was thinking a smart comment when William Potter, a boy with messy black hair and blue eyes, suddenly piped up: "We are just too shy around girls, that's all. Unlike someone, we don't have serious cases of narcissism in the Gryffindor house."
The Gryffindor boys laughed as Malfoy blushed furiously. He recovered quickly. " If you are asking for a fight, Potter." William stood up with his fists clenched.
"All right, boys break it up, break it up! I don't want fights between Gryffindor and Slytherin at the first day of school. Professor Isidis, the Transfiguration teacher and the head of Gryffindor house rushed to them and pulled them apart.
"Get back to your seat, Mr. Malfoy." Malfoy glared at Professor Isidis and then at William.
"Just you wait, Potter." He hissed angrily before storming back to his seat at the Slytherin table.
"Phew, that was close. I don't want any points to be taken off Gryffindor." Nicholas Longbottom, a round-faced boy with glasses said as Malfoy went back to his seat, looking as if he was thinking of something. "What do you think Malfoy is thinking?" He said to William.
William shrugged. "Who cares? Hey, Albus, what kind of first-year students do you expect in Gryffindor this year?"
"The same. Brave and nice." Dumbledore said in a boring tone.
"Well, let's see what you think of them, because here they comes now with Professor Dippet."
Professor Dippet, the assistant Headmaster, walked into the Great Hall with the first-years, who were staring with their mouths dropped open at the enchanted ceiling. Dippet left for a moment and came back with a stool and the Sorting Hat. He put the Sorting Hat on the stool and Dumbledore's friends rolled their eyes as the Sorting Hat started singing its song that was sang every year. When it stopped, Dippet started to call out names.
"Sam Snape!" A boy with short greasy hair stepped out.
"Slytherin!" The Sorting Hat called and the Slytherins began to cheer.
"Great, now they have one more Slytherin to get us." Don grumbled.
"Georgia Sprouts!" A plump girl with auburn hair stepped out nervously.
"Hufflepuff!"
"Peter Clearwater!"
"Ravenclaw!"
"He doesn't look smart to me," William commented. "where are the Gryffindors?"
"Madeline Hooch!"
"Whoa! Look at that girl's eyes! Incredible! I don't know anyone with yellow eyes." Nicholas exclaimed.
"Gryffindor!"
"Where are the boys?!" Don asked as the rest of the Gryffindor cheered.
"Robert Lupin!" A boy with board shoulders and dark brown hair stepped out.
"Gryffindor!"
"YES! One boy to fight against the Slytherins." Don said.
"Joe Black!" Another strong-looking boy with dark blond hair stepped out.
"Gryffindor!"
"Make that two more strong boys to fight against the Slytherins." William said as he gave a high-five to Don.
"Daisy Brown!" A beautiful girl with chestnut-brown hair stepped out. She wore the hat and he paused for a while.
"Ah! You want to be in Gryffindor because the young man Albus Dumbledore is there, right? He is a very nice boy, good grades, good heart.." The Sorting Hat rattled on loudly. The girl blushed deeply and pulled the hat lower as the Slytherins laughed. Dumbledore raised his eyebrows; he doesn't know that he is well known outside Hogwarts.
"Doesn't the Sorting Hat ever learn to keep his mouth shut? Look at that poor girl! And Malfoy!" Nicholas pointed to Malfoy, who was laughing loudly with the rest of the Slytherins. Lawrence Brown shifted himself to Dumbledore and whispered: "Sorry, Albus, I think I speak too highly of you to my sister Daisy in the holidays." The Hat stopped talking and thought deeply.
"Very well, Gryffindor!" The Gryffindors clapped as Malfoy yelled: "Here she comes, Dumbledore!"
"Minerva McGonagall!" A pretty girl with wavy black hair stepped out.
"Whoa, look at that girl, she's beautiful. Too bad there is no house on beauty. And she looks smart too, maybe she will be in Ravenclaw. She won't get into Slytherin, that's for sure. Or maybe she will be Hufflepuff, she looks nice enough.." Don commented.
"Don, who is the one doing the sorting here? You or that hat?" William asked.
"Yeah, and don't judge people by their appearance." Dumbledore said.
Minerva sat on the stool as Dippet put the hat on her. The hat thought deeply. "Hmm, difficult, very difficult. I can see enough courage; you have a very good heart and mind.where to put you? Hufflepuff, Gryffindor of Ravenclaw? Hmm.let's see.. Well, your destiny awaits you in Gry.."
"Wait, I don't believe in destiny." Minerva said quickly. "Trust me, I am better than any other fortune tellers. Gryffindor!"
The Sorting Ceremony ended a few minutes later. Just when William tried to stand up and follow Dumbledore, the Prefect this year, to their common room after the feast, he felt his legs were completely locked with each other.
"Guys! Give me a hand over here! Something is wrong with my legs!" Dumbledore rushed to him and stared at his legs.
"I know this, it is the Leg-Locker curse." William groaned.
"Thanks a lot, Albus."
"Who did this?!" Don asked when he heard Malfoy laughing. He turned and saw Aidoneus stuffing his wand under his robes and he was smirking at William.
"Let me go, I want to punch that limey bastard!" Don yelled as Dumbledore try to hold him back.
"It is not wise to punch him! You will get a detention for that!" Don sat down beside William, fuming. Dumbledore took out his wand.
"Hold still, William, I am going to do the counter curse." He waved his wand and released William from his curse. His actions received loud applause from the Gryffindor girls and William stood up perfectly.
"My hero!" He said in a high-pitched voice.
"Cut it out, William!" Dumbledore laughed and he saw Minerva smiling at him. He blushed a little and smiled back.