Chapter 6 The Sorting
A Properly Reared Wizard Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter, or any of the Harry potter characters, and am making no money from this story. Some portions of the text may have been taken directly from HP and the sorcerer's stone. They are marked with {'s. Anything you recognize I do not own and am making no money off of. Archiving: Want, ask, take, have.
Hagrid knocked three times. The double doors swung slowly open as if by themselves Hagrid then led the anxious first year students into a large room with another set of double doors. He then left to inform Professor McGonagall that they were there and waiting.
As Hagrid left the students began whispering among themselves. Ron turned to Harry and Draco. "How do you reckon they'll decide which House we're in? Fred and George said we have to wrestle a troll."
"Ron, just remember that these are the same brothers who sold you that defective spell to turn Scabbers yellow," Harry pointed out. He then went back to searching in his backpack as he had been doing when Ron spoke.
Just then four ghosts came floating through the wall. They were deep in conversation and didn't notice the students in the room. They seemed to be arguing about something.
"Really Baron. I think we should give him another chance," the fat one told the one that seemed to be covered in silver stains.
"We've already given Peeves too many chances. Something needs to be don e about him," replied the one covered with silver stains.
At that moment the fat one noticed the students standing there nervously.
"Oh my. You must be the first years," he said turning to the stained ghost. "Is the Sorting today?"
The other ghost did not respond to the question. Instead he/it seemed to notice Ron, Draco, and Harry. Harry especially, as at that moment Harry pulled a cloth from his backpack with an "Aha!" and began wiping his knives.
"What are you doing boy?" the ghost demanded. (A/N: the Bloody Baron is willing to speak to Harry at this point because while he hasn't yet been Sorted, it doesn't mean he won't end up in Slytherin)
Harry looked up at the ghost and said, "Just cleaning my knives before I put them away Sir*."
This seemed to satisfy the ghost as he nodded almost approvingly and floated off through the walls. The other ghosts followed the Baron out of the room.
Harry had finished cleaning his knives and was putting them away when the doors opened and McGonagall walked in. She looked around and spotted Harry. Then she spotted his knives which weren't quite back in their sheathes yet. "Mr. Potter! I'll have to take those. What are you doing with knives anyway?"
"Yes ma'am," Harry said handing the knives to her without a fuss. "I was taught to always be prepared."
McGonagall seemed slightly miffed by this answer but turned and led the students through the set of double doors.
Draco and Ron turned to Harry as if asking how he could just give her the knives. "You don't really think those were my only knives do you? They weren't even my best ones. This is supposed to be a safe place after all."
This seemed to stun the two of them. Harry turned away and followed the rest of the students through the double doors behind McGonagall. As he emerged on the other side of the doorway, his eyes adjusted to the light of what had to be hundreds of candles, if not more. And the noise! It was like being hit with a solid wave of sound. Then he noticed the ceiling. It was a starry scene, like the sky outside. Sitting at four tables were the rest of the students. Each table was decorated differently, and the students who sat at the four tables turned to look as the first years entered the Great Hall.
In the center of the room sat a stool with an odd looking ratty old hat. A hush fell over the all and suddenly a rip on the hat's brim opened 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 top 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 of heart They're daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart. You might belong in Hufflepuff Where they are just and loyal Those patient Hufflepuff are true And unafraid of toil. Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw If you've a ready mind Where those of whit and learning Will always find they're kind. Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make you're real friends. Those cunning folk use any means To achieve they're 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!"}
McGonagall stepped forward holding a scroll. "When I call your name please come forward and try on the Sorting Hat. It will place you in the correct house: Abbott, Hannah!"
A pink faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of the crowd of first years and over to the Hat. She placed the Hat on her head, where it promptly fell down over her face, and sat heavily down on the stool. After a few seconds the "tear" in the brim of the Hat opened and it shouted "HUFFLEPUFF!" She removed the Hat and stumbled over to the cheering Hufflepuff table where the ghost of the Fat Friar waved cheerfully at her.
The next student to be Sorted was "Bones, Susan!"
She too went to "HUFFLEPUFF!" and sat down next to Hannah Abbott.
"Boot, Terry!" went into "Ravenclaw". This time it was the Ravenclaw table that broke into cheers.
"Brocklehurst, Mandy!" also went into Ravenclaw.
"Brown, Lavender" was the first to be Sorted into Gryffindor. She walked over to the table filled with cheering students and sat down.
"Bullstrode, Millicent" was Sorted into Slytherin. For some reason she and most of the other Slytherins made Harry uneasy.
"Finch-Fletchley, Justin" became a Hufflepuff. Harry noticed that sometimes the Hat took a while to decide and shout out its answer.
"Finnigan, Seamus" sat on the stool for nearly a minute before the Hat Sorted him into Gryffindor. When Hermione's name was called she eagerly rushed over to the stool and jammed the Hat on. Ron groaned a bit when the Hat placed her into Gryffindor.
Neville Longbottom, the one whose toad kept getting away from him, tripped over the stool but was Sorted into Gryffindor. The students laughed when he forgot to take off the Hat before going to the Gryffindor table.
Draco strutted to the stool when his name was called. He put the Hat on. It just sat there for about thirty seconds. Harry noticed that Draco's face looked almost like he was arguing with the Hat, and then there was a flash of fear before the Hat made its decision. It put him into Slytherin. Harry looked around to see if anyone else had noticed what he had. Up at the teacher's table one of the Professors had also seen what Harry had. He had long black hair, a large nose and pale skin. He looked worried until the Hat made its announcement. Upon hearing it call out "Slytherin!" he seemed to relax a bit.** This surprised Harry, so he filed it away to think about later.
Harry looked around and saw that more than half of the first years had already been sorted. There weren't many left.
"Moon"."Nott".then that Pansy girl, "Parkinson".next was a pair of twin girls, "Parvati" and "Padma" who were Sorted into different Houses.
Finally it was Harry's turn.
"Potter, Harry." It took Harry a second to remember that was him. As he stepped forward the students began to whisper.
"Did she say Harry Potter?"
"Is that him?"
"I see the scar!"
Harry sat down and put the Hat on. "Hmmm... let's see, where to put you? It's all here in your head. You could do well in Gryffindor or in Slytherin." The Hat seemed to hesitate as if it was looking deeper into Harry's mind.
"Hey! What are you doing in there?" Harry asked the Hat, a little miffed that it was rummaging through his mind like that.***
"Let's see. Ah! Here we go. Oh yes, you could fit in Slytherin, but I see here that there are things you need to learn and do. Those would be better accomplished in Gryffindor. So.it better be, GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry removed the Hat, got up and walked over to the wildly cheering Gryffindor table. The Weasley twins stood up yelling, "We got Potter! We got Potter!" one of the ghosts put his hand on Harry's arm. It felt like he had plunged it into a bucket of ice water.
From his new seat Harry could see the Staff table more clearly. He saw Professor Rangell wearing a purple turban. Something about him still made Harry uneasy. In the middle of the table sat Headmaster Dumbledore, his silver hair shone as brightly as the ghosts.
There were only four people left to be Sorted. "Thomas, Dean!" became a Gryffindor. "Turpin, Lisa!" went into Ravenclaw. Next was Ron who looked queasy. Seconds after he put it on the Hat called out "GRYFFINDOR!" His brothers cheered particularly loudly at this. The last student, "Zabini, Blaise!" was Sorted into Slytherin.
Once all of the students were seated and relatively quite, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up.
"Welcome all to another year at Hogwarts. Before we start the Feast, there are some Start of Term notices I'd like to make. First year students should note that the Forest on the grounds is forbidden. A few of our older students would do well to remember this as well." This seemed to be directed at the Weasley twins.
"I have been asked to remind you that no magic is to be used in the corridors classes by Mr. Filch, the caretaker."
"Quidditch trials will be held during the second week, so anyone interested in trying out for their House team should speak to Madame Hooch."
"And finally, the right hand corridor on the third floor is off limits to anyone who does not wish to die a painful death."
Harry was one of the few who didn't laugh at this. He took warnings of this kind seriously.
"Now! Oddment! Nitwit! Blubber! Tweak!" As Dumbledore said this food appeared on the tables. Harry took a little of everything, it had been a long day. Ron encouraged Harry to try "Pumpkin Juice". It tasted all right but there was something off about it. Harry noticed that one of the Professors wasn't having any of the juice either. It was the one with black hair and a big nose.
"This all looks wonderful," the ghost who was hovering above the Gryffindor table said.
"You can't taste it can you?" Harry asked the Ghost.
"No. Haven't been able to for nearly 400 years," the ghost seemed sad. "I haven't introduced myself. I am Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington."
"I know you!" Ron crowed. "You're Nearly Headless Nick!"
The ghost seemed affronted by this. Harry knew he was going to regret asking, but couldn't help himself.
" 'Nearly Headless'.? How can you be 'Nearly headless'?"
In answer, Sir Nicholas grabbed the top of his head, and pulled. His head came almost all of the way off of his neck. "Like this."
"So new Gryffindors, I trust you will help win the House cup this year. The Slytherins have won it for the last six years. Gryffindor hasn't ever gone so long with out winning. The Bloody Baron- that's the Slytherin ghost- has been unbearable lately," Nick explained.
Once everyone was done, the dishes cleared away and desert appeared on the table. Talk turned to their families.
"I'm half- and -half. Me mum's a witch, but me da's a Muggle. She didn't tell him until after the wedding. Bit of a shock that was, " Seamus said.
"What about you Neville?" Ron asked.
"My Gran raised me. She's a witch. The family wasn't sure that I'd have enough magic to go to Hogwarts. My uncle was always trying to get my magic to show itself. One time he pushed me into the lake. The summer I was eight, he was dangling me out a window when my aunt called him and he dropped me."
Harry was horrified. Neville must have seen his expression because he said, "It's alright. I bounced. All the way down the lane in fact. Gran was crying she was so happy."
On the other side of Harry Percy and Hermione were talking about lessons. Hermione was excited by what she'd read about Transfiguration.
Harry was feeling relaxed when he looked up at the Staff table again. Hagrid was seated at one end. Dumbledore was in the middle. As his eyes passed over Professor Rangell a stabbing pain shot through his scar. Next to Rangell was another Professor who had black hair. It was the Professor he had noticed watching Draco's Sorting closely.
"Who's that?" he asked George.
"That's Professor Snape. He's the Potions Master. He hates Gryffindors," George told him. "He's also the Head of the Slytherin House."
The desert dishes cleared a way and Dumbledore stood up. "It's time for the school song. Pick your favorite tune and follow along." He waved his wad and words appeared in midair. The students began to sing. They finished at different times. The Weasley twins were the last ones to finish, as the tune they chose was a funeral dirge.
There was a twinkle in Dumbledore eyes as he told the prefects that it was time to lead the first years up to the dorms. Percy led the Gryffindors down hallways, up moving staircases and finally stopped in front of a painting of a fat woman in a pink dress.
"This is the Fat Lady. She guards the entrance to the Gryffindor tower. In order to get her to open the door you must tell her the correct password."
"Password?" the Fat Lady asked.
"Caput Draconis," Percy told her. The painting swung open to reveal a welcoming room decorated in red and gold. At one end was a fireplace with a roaring fire. In the middle of the room were lush couches. Percy led them to a staircase at the other end of the room. He directed the girls up to the first landing on the right. He pointed the boys to the left landing. On the door was a sign "First Year Boys".
Inside the room were five four-poster beds decorated in red and gold. At the foot of each bed was a trunk Harry moved his things to one of the middle beds. It was neither in front of the door or the window.
He opened his trunk and began unpacking his backpack. He unpacked and unpacked and unpacked some more.
The other boys looked at him questioningly.
"It's a Mary Poppins spell," Harry explained. Seamus and Dean nodded in understanding. Harry closed and sealed his trunk, then got into bed in anticipation of his first classes the next day.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed.
*: Being the well brought up military brat that he is, Harry is polite until given a god reason to be otherwise.
**: Draco has changed, but his father doesn't know it.
***: Harry was raised by telepaths afterall.
A Properly Reared Wizard Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter, or any of the Harry potter characters, and am making no money from this story. Some portions of the text may have been taken directly from HP and the sorcerer's stone. They are marked with {'s. Anything you recognize I do not own and am making no money off of. Archiving: Want, ask, take, have.
Hagrid knocked three times. The double doors swung slowly open as if by themselves Hagrid then led the anxious first year students into a large room with another set of double doors. He then left to inform Professor McGonagall that they were there and waiting.
As Hagrid left the students began whispering among themselves. Ron turned to Harry and Draco. "How do you reckon they'll decide which House we're in? Fred and George said we have to wrestle a troll."
"Ron, just remember that these are the same brothers who sold you that defective spell to turn Scabbers yellow," Harry pointed out. He then went back to searching in his backpack as he had been doing when Ron spoke.
Just then four ghosts came floating through the wall. They were deep in conversation and didn't notice the students in the room. They seemed to be arguing about something.
"Really Baron. I think we should give him another chance," the fat one told the one that seemed to be covered in silver stains.
"We've already given Peeves too many chances. Something needs to be don e about him," replied the one covered with silver stains.
At that moment the fat one noticed the students standing there nervously.
"Oh my. You must be the first years," he said turning to the stained ghost. "Is the Sorting today?"
The other ghost did not respond to the question. Instead he/it seemed to notice Ron, Draco, and Harry. Harry especially, as at that moment Harry pulled a cloth from his backpack with an "Aha!" and began wiping his knives.
"What are you doing boy?" the ghost demanded. (A/N: the Bloody Baron is willing to speak to Harry at this point because while he hasn't yet been Sorted, it doesn't mean he won't end up in Slytherin)
Harry looked up at the ghost and said, "Just cleaning my knives before I put them away Sir*."
This seemed to satisfy the ghost as he nodded almost approvingly and floated off through the walls. The other ghosts followed the Baron out of the room.
Harry had finished cleaning his knives and was putting them away when the doors opened and McGonagall walked in. She looked around and spotted Harry. Then she spotted his knives which weren't quite back in their sheathes yet. "Mr. Potter! I'll have to take those. What are you doing with knives anyway?"
"Yes ma'am," Harry said handing the knives to her without a fuss. "I was taught to always be prepared."
McGonagall seemed slightly miffed by this answer but turned and led the students through the set of double doors.
Draco and Ron turned to Harry as if asking how he could just give her the knives. "You don't really think those were my only knives do you? They weren't even my best ones. This is supposed to be a safe place after all."
This seemed to stun the two of them. Harry turned away and followed the rest of the students through the double doors behind McGonagall. As he emerged on the other side of the doorway, his eyes adjusted to the light of what had to be hundreds of candles, if not more. And the noise! It was like being hit with a solid wave of sound. Then he noticed the ceiling. It was a starry scene, like the sky outside. Sitting at four tables were the rest of the students. Each table was decorated differently, and the students who sat at the four tables turned to look as the first years entered the Great Hall.
In the center of the room sat a stool with an odd looking ratty old hat. A hush fell over the all and suddenly a rip on the hat's brim opened 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 top 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 of heart They're daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart. You might belong in Hufflepuff Where they are just and loyal Those patient Hufflepuff are true And unafraid of toil. Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw If you've a ready mind Where those of whit and learning Will always find they're kind. Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make you're real friends. Those cunning folk use any means To achieve they're 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!"}
McGonagall stepped forward holding a scroll. "When I call your name please come forward and try on the Sorting Hat. It will place you in the correct house: Abbott, Hannah!"
A pink faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of the crowd of first years and over to the Hat. She placed the Hat on her head, where it promptly fell down over her face, and sat heavily down on the stool. After a few seconds the "tear" in the brim of the Hat opened and it shouted "HUFFLEPUFF!" She removed the Hat and stumbled over to the cheering Hufflepuff table where the ghost of the Fat Friar waved cheerfully at her.
The next student to be Sorted was "Bones, Susan!"
She too went to "HUFFLEPUFF!" and sat down next to Hannah Abbott.
"Boot, Terry!" went into "Ravenclaw". This time it was the Ravenclaw table that broke into cheers.
"Brocklehurst, Mandy!" also went into Ravenclaw.
"Brown, Lavender" was the first to be Sorted into Gryffindor. She walked over to the table filled with cheering students and sat down.
"Bullstrode, Millicent" was Sorted into Slytherin. For some reason she and most of the other Slytherins made Harry uneasy.
"Finch-Fletchley, Justin" became a Hufflepuff. Harry noticed that sometimes the Hat took a while to decide and shout out its answer.
"Finnigan, Seamus" sat on the stool for nearly a minute before the Hat Sorted him into Gryffindor. When Hermione's name was called she eagerly rushed over to the stool and jammed the Hat on. Ron groaned a bit when the Hat placed her into Gryffindor.
Neville Longbottom, the one whose toad kept getting away from him, tripped over the stool but was Sorted into Gryffindor. The students laughed when he forgot to take off the Hat before going to the Gryffindor table.
Draco strutted to the stool when his name was called. He put the Hat on. It just sat there for about thirty seconds. Harry noticed that Draco's face looked almost like he was arguing with the Hat, and then there was a flash of fear before the Hat made its decision. It put him into Slytherin. Harry looked around to see if anyone else had noticed what he had. Up at the teacher's table one of the Professors had also seen what Harry had. He had long black hair, a large nose and pale skin. He looked worried until the Hat made its announcement. Upon hearing it call out "Slytherin!" he seemed to relax a bit.** This surprised Harry, so he filed it away to think about later.
Harry looked around and saw that more than half of the first years had already been sorted. There weren't many left.
"Moon"."Nott".then that Pansy girl, "Parkinson".next was a pair of twin girls, "Parvati" and "Padma" who were Sorted into different Houses.
Finally it was Harry's turn.
"Potter, Harry." It took Harry a second to remember that was him. As he stepped forward the students began to whisper.
"Did she say Harry Potter?"
"Is that him?"
"I see the scar!"
Harry sat down and put the Hat on. "Hmmm... let's see, where to put you? It's all here in your head. You could do well in Gryffindor or in Slytherin." The Hat seemed to hesitate as if it was looking deeper into Harry's mind.
"Hey! What are you doing in there?" Harry asked the Hat, a little miffed that it was rummaging through his mind like that.***
"Let's see. Ah! Here we go. Oh yes, you could fit in Slytherin, but I see here that there are things you need to learn and do. Those would be better accomplished in Gryffindor. So.it better be, GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry removed the Hat, got up and walked over to the wildly cheering Gryffindor table. The Weasley twins stood up yelling, "We got Potter! We got Potter!" one of the ghosts put his hand on Harry's arm. It felt like he had plunged it into a bucket of ice water.
From his new seat Harry could see the Staff table more clearly. He saw Professor Rangell wearing a purple turban. Something about him still made Harry uneasy. In the middle of the table sat Headmaster Dumbledore, his silver hair shone as brightly as the ghosts.
There were only four people left to be Sorted. "Thomas, Dean!" became a Gryffindor. "Turpin, Lisa!" went into Ravenclaw. Next was Ron who looked queasy. Seconds after he put it on the Hat called out "GRYFFINDOR!" His brothers cheered particularly loudly at this. The last student, "Zabini, Blaise!" was Sorted into Slytherin.
Once all of the students were seated and relatively quite, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up.
"Welcome all to another year at Hogwarts. Before we start the Feast, there are some Start of Term notices I'd like to make. First year students should note that the Forest on the grounds is forbidden. A few of our older students would do well to remember this as well." This seemed to be directed at the Weasley twins.
"I have been asked to remind you that no magic is to be used in the corridors classes by Mr. Filch, the caretaker."
"Quidditch trials will be held during the second week, so anyone interested in trying out for their House team should speak to Madame Hooch."
"And finally, the right hand corridor on the third floor is off limits to anyone who does not wish to die a painful death."
Harry was one of the few who didn't laugh at this. He took warnings of this kind seriously.
"Now! Oddment! Nitwit! Blubber! Tweak!" As Dumbledore said this food appeared on the tables. Harry took a little of everything, it had been a long day. Ron encouraged Harry to try "Pumpkin Juice". It tasted all right but there was something off about it. Harry noticed that one of the Professors wasn't having any of the juice either. It was the one with black hair and a big nose.
"This all looks wonderful," the ghost who was hovering above the Gryffindor table said.
"You can't taste it can you?" Harry asked the Ghost.
"No. Haven't been able to for nearly 400 years," the ghost seemed sad. "I haven't introduced myself. I am Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington."
"I know you!" Ron crowed. "You're Nearly Headless Nick!"
The ghost seemed affronted by this. Harry knew he was going to regret asking, but couldn't help himself.
" 'Nearly Headless'.? How can you be 'Nearly headless'?"
In answer, Sir Nicholas grabbed the top of his head, and pulled. His head came almost all of the way off of his neck. "Like this."
"So new Gryffindors, I trust you will help win the House cup this year. The Slytherins have won it for the last six years. Gryffindor hasn't ever gone so long with out winning. The Bloody Baron- that's the Slytherin ghost- has been unbearable lately," Nick explained.
Once everyone was done, the dishes cleared away and desert appeared on the table. Talk turned to their families.
"I'm half- and -half. Me mum's a witch, but me da's a Muggle. She didn't tell him until after the wedding. Bit of a shock that was, " Seamus said.
"What about you Neville?" Ron asked.
"My Gran raised me. She's a witch. The family wasn't sure that I'd have enough magic to go to Hogwarts. My uncle was always trying to get my magic to show itself. One time he pushed me into the lake. The summer I was eight, he was dangling me out a window when my aunt called him and he dropped me."
Harry was horrified. Neville must have seen his expression because he said, "It's alright. I bounced. All the way down the lane in fact. Gran was crying she was so happy."
On the other side of Harry Percy and Hermione were talking about lessons. Hermione was excited by what she'd read about Transfiguration.
Harry was feeling relaxed when he looked up at the Staff table again. Hagrid was seated at one end. Dumbledore was in the middle. As his eyes passed over Professor Rangell a stabbing pain shot through his scar. Next to Rangell was another Professor who had black hair. It was the Professor he had noticed watching Draco's Sorting closely.
"Who's that?" he asked George.
"That's Professor Snape. He's the Potions Master. He hates Gryffindors," George told him. "He's also the Head of the Slytherin House."
The desert dishes cleared a way and Dumbledore stood up. "It's time for the school song. Pick your favorite tune and follow along." He waved his wad and words appeared in midair. The students began to sing. They finished at different times. The Weasley twins were the last ones to finish, as the tune they chose was a funeral dirge.
There was a twinkle in Dumbledore eyes as he told the prefects that it was time to lead the first years up to the dorms. Percy led the Gryffindors down hallways, up moving staircases and finally stopped in front of a painting of a fat woman in a pink dress.
"This is the Fat Lady. She guards the entrance to the Gryffindor tower. In order to get her to open the door you must tell her the correct password."
"Password?" the Fat Lady asked.
"Caput Draconis," Percy told her. The painting swung open to reveal a welcoming room decorated in red and gold. At one end was a fireplace with a roaring fire. In the middle of the room were lush couches. Percy led them to a staircase at the other end of the room. He directed the girls up to the first landing on the right. He pointed the boys to the left landing. On the door was a sign "First Year Boys".
Inside the room were five four-poster beds decorated in red and gold. At the foot of each bed was a trunk Harry moved his things to one of the middle beds. It was neither in front of the door or the window.
He opened his trunk and began unpacking his backpack. He unpacked and unpacked and unpacked some more.
The other boys looked at him questioningly.
"It's a Mary Poppins spell," Harry explained. Seamus and Dean nodded in understanding. Harry closed and sealed his trunk, then got into bed in anticipation of his first classes the next day.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed.
*: Being the well brought up military brat that he is, Harry is polite until given a god reason to be otherwise.
**: Draco has changed, but his father doesn't know it.
***: Harry was raised by telepaths afterall.