Harry went over and tapped Emma. Emma stirred, "We're there!"
"Oh g-night."
"Get up, come on."
"Fine, fine, fine, I'm up," she rolled onto the floor and after several seconds of laying sprawled there got up.
They all stepped out of the train and herded over, "Fir's ye'rs, Fir's ye'rs," called a familiar voice.
"Hey Harry which way do I go?"
"I guess with the first years," Harry said shrugging. Emma contorted her face but still headed off with the first years.
Harry walked to the carriage with the same eerie black horses that he had discovered the year before. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna crammed in after him. "So," Neville asked awkwardly.
"So... what?" Hermione asked impatiently.
"Nothing, it's just... things seem a little tense." They silently drove up to the entrance and got out and walked into the Great Hall. All but Luna, who was a Ravenclaw, sat at the usual Gryffindor table. Harry looked up at all the first years scanning from the front of the line to the back, every face looked horrified and it wasn't until the end that he saw Emma. Harry gave a small wave and Emma smiled back.
Professor McGonagall walked on stage and placed the old worn-out Sorting Hat on its usual stool. Some first years stared at the hate in horror and others relief, almost all wondering what it did. Then suddenly a rip along the rim opened up and the annual song began:
Over my years, a thousand or more ,
I've seen my share of bad times,
From evil wizards to the 'witch trials,'
I've put my words in rhymes.
So here's my hand to tell you now
Of what I've heard and seen,
Of all the years I've sat on my shelf
And listened to tails of the latest fiend.
These times are dark and weary
But the good wizard must be bold,
Many of them shall fall,
For all of it has been for told.
The wizard who fights shall be brave,
And the wizard who wins shall be quick,
The wizard who helps shall be kind,
And the ones who caused it all shall be slithery and slick.
Yes the years ahead will be hard,
And Hogwarts shall never be the same,
But I'm sure every student with in its walls,
Will play their part and stake their claim.
Ravenclaw's for the bright,
The ones who have the smarts to succeed.
Gryffindors know no fear,
In a fight they will always lead.
Slytherins are ambitious,
And will go to any means,
Hufflepuff are friendly,
And as diverse as Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.
Yes from Ravenclaw to Gryffindor,
The cleverest and the brave,
From Slytherin to Hufflepuff,
The ambitious and the friend you crave.
All of you will soon be part of this
All of you will join its ranks,
And spend these next dark years,
Safely by the lake's banks.
To conclude I've said it once and I'll say it again,
That unity is key,
But I know none of you are listening,
So that's all of that you'll hear from me.
So step right up and put me on,
I'm nothing you should fear,
I'm but the good old Sorting Hat,
Who sings a song each year!
With that the room clapped, just as hesitantly as the year before, and Professor McGonagall cleared her throat to signal the beginning of the sorting, "Arnold, Nicolas!"
"RAVENCLAW"
"So you think little Miss America up there will be a Gryffindor?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
"I sure do hope so," Ron said under his breath, Hermione gave him a look.
"When I first met her I thought so, but now..." Harry was thinking about her scars, she couldn't be brave, after all what could be so scary, so bad that that was better.
"Why do you say that?" Ron asked annoyed. Hermione on the other hand was waiting for the dirt to come.
"It's nothing."
"You can tell us," Hermione coaxed.
"No I... it's nothing, at least nothing that concerns you."
"Fine," with that Hermione turned her attention to the sorting.
Soon the hat had sorted all the first years and Professor McGonagall once more took the floor, "Do to special circumstances this year we have a 6th year from America joining us on special terms, so I would like Emma Wilson to please come to be sorted, Miss Wilson," Professor McGonagall stood to the side and motioned for Emma to take the hat. Emma walked over and put the hat on her head, and the three Gryffindors anxiously waited to hear the verdict, but it didn't come.
"Gosh this is taking longer then mine," Harry said.
"Maybe her loyalties aren't all in one place. I told you not to trust her!" Hermione said triumphantly.
Just then the Sorting Hat opened its mouth and shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!" Everyone clapped but the Slytherins, and the Gryffindors were of course going a little crazy. Harry smiled, Ron screamed, and Hermione plastered a fake smile on, as Emma walked down and sat next to them.
"Congratulations!" Ron said enthusiastically.
"Yea glad to have you," Harry added, Emma nodded with an awkward smile.
"Yea looking forward to rooming," Hermione said gritting her teeth.
After everyone had settled back down, Dumbledore took the floor, "Hello young witches and wizards, welcome to a new year at Hogwarts. I would like to tell all of are new students and remind some of are old that the forest is forbidden. Now that that is out of the way I would like to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Gaborini," a middle aged women with layered brown hair just above her shoulders stood up at the staff table. She looked rather bitter but Harry figured an openly bitter teacher was better then the two faced one they had the year before. "With that let the feast begin," the food appeared on the table and everyone dug in.
After dinner Emma trailed behind Harry, Hermione, and Ron as they laughed and joked. Seamus Finnigan came over to Emma who was glancing around the halls taking in her new surroundings, "Hi, Seamus Finnigan," he said.
"Emma Watson, nice to meet you."
"So America?"
"Yep," Emma glanced around uncomfortably but continued in polite conversation. Eventually Seamus got the message and went over to talk to Dean.
"Not a very friendly gal is she?" Seamus whispered.
"Naw, just teaches you not to judge a book by its cover," Dean whispered back, Emma frowned after over hearing this. She didn't like being pretty, people would just walk up and be nice and what she wanted was real friends, plus she hated the attention, she preferred to be miserable and alone then to drag others down with her.
After finally reaching the portrait hole Hermione announced the new password was "Chawee Root" and the portrait swung open revealing the familiar common room.
For the most part people went to bed but one or two stayed up and talked or played a game. Hermione headed up to the 6th year dorm room and Emma followed, all was the same except for the extra bed added to the room for Emma. Emma walked over to her trunk and took out her blue striped pajama pants and a big non-matching shirt then closed the curtains around her bed to change. After emerging from the curtains she once more rummaged through her trunk and pulled out a decrepit blanket that seemed to have muggle pictures all over it.
"I thought you were a purebred," Hermione said sourly.
"Yea so? My mom liked the muggle world and I grew up there."
"That's different."
"Ron's purebred, too, right?"
"Well yea, but you don't strike me as coming from a family like Ron's."
"Why do you say that?"
"I dunno," she said, adding," maybe it was your little expensive dress and Gucci sunglasses," she said under her breath
"Gosh what's your problem!"
"I don't have a problem!"
"Then why have you been cold to me ever since I got here?!"
"I don't know, why do you flirt with everything that moves?!"
"I recent that!"
"You should it's not very becoming!"
"Gosh here I was thinking I was gonna like you, here I was thinking we could be friends! But I'm not friends with people who are so insecure that they can't share the friends they got!"
"It's not that, it's that you throw them aside when ever you please, you treat them like crap!"
"You don't know a damn thing about me!" and with that Emma closed her curtains and Hermione followed suite.
Lavender and Parvati stared at each other shocked at the fight they had just heard. "What was that?" Lavender mouthed to Parvati.
"I dunno," she mouthed back. They both looked at each other puzzled and laid down in their beds. --
Meanwhile Harry was staring at the ceiling thinking about his day, 'Hermione sure was acting weird today, I wonder if she has a problem with Emma? Nah, she's the one who got so upset about the PMS thing, so it couldn't be that... she must just be having a bad day, yea that's it a ba-d d-ahhhh--y...' he yawned as he drifted off to sleep.
"Oh g-night."
"Get up, come on."
"Fine, fine, fine, I'm up," she rolled onto the floor and after several seconds of laying sprawled there got up.
They all stepped out of the train and herded over, "Fir's ye'rs, Fir's ye'rs," called a familiar voice.
"Hey Harry which way do I go?"
"I guess with the first years," Harry said shrugging. Emma contorted her face but still headed off with the first years.
Harry walked to the carriage with the same eerie black horses that he had discovered the year before. Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna crammed in after him. "So," Neville asked awkwardly.
"So... what?" Hermione asked impatiently.
"Nothing, it's just... things seem a little tense." They silently drove up to the entrance and got out and walked into the Great Hall. All but Luna, who was a Ravenclaw, sat at the usual Gryffindor table. Harry looked up at all the first years scanning from the front of the line to the back, every face looked horrified and it wasn't until the end that he saw Emma. Harry gave a small wave and Emma smiled back.
Professor McGonagall walked on stage and placed the old worn-out Sorting Hat on its usual stool. Some first years stared at the hate in horror and others relief, almost all wondering what it did. Then suddenly a rip along the rim opened up and the annual song began:
Over my years, a thousand or more ,
I've seen my share of bad times,
From evil wizards to the 'witch trials,'
I've put my words in rhymes.
So here's my hand to tell you now
Of what I've heard and seen,
Of all the years I've sat on my shelf
And listened to tails of the latest fiend.
These times are dark and weary
But the good wizard must be bold,
Many of them shall fall,
For all of it has been for told.
The wizard who fights shall be brave,
And the wizard who wins shall be quick,
The wizard who helps shall be kind,
And the ones who caused it all shall be slithery and slick.
Yes the years ahead will be hard,
And Hogwarts shall never be the same,
But I'm sure every student with in its walls,
Will play their part and stake their claim.
Ravenclaw's for the bright,
The ones who have the smarts to succeed.
Gryffindors know no fear,
In a fight they will always lead.
Slytherins are ambitious,
And will go to any means,
Hufflepuff are friendly,
And as diverse as Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.
Yes from Ravenclaw to Gryffindor,
The cleverest and the brave,
From Slytherin to Hufflepuff,
The ambitious and the friend you crave.
All of you will soon be part of this
All of you will join its ranks,
And spend these next dark years,
Safely by the lake's banks.
To conclude I've said it once and I'll say it again,
That unity is key,
But I know none of you are listening,
So that's all of that you'll hear from me.
So step right up and put me on,
I'm nothing you should fear,
I'm but the good old Sorting Hat,
Who sings a song each year!
With that the room clapped, just as hesitantly as the year before, and Professor McGonagall cleared her throat to signal the beginning of the sorting, "Arnold, Nicolas!"
"RAVENCLAW"
"So you think little Miss America up there will be a Gryffindor?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
"I sure do hope so," Ron said under his breath, Hermione gave him a look.
"When I first met her I thought so, but now..." Harry was thinking about her scars, she couldn't be brave, after all what could be so scary, so bad that that was better.
"Why do you say that?" Ron asked annoyed. Hermione on the other hand was waiting for the dirt to come.
"It's nothing."
"You can tell us," Hermione coaxed.
"No I... it's nothing, at least nothing that concerns you."
"Fine," with that Hermione turned her attention to the sorting.
Soon the hat had sorted all the first years and Professor McGonagall once more took the floor, "Do to special circumstances this year we have a 6th year from America joining us on special terms, so I would like Emma Wilson to please come to be sorted, Miss Wilson," Professor McGonagall stood to the side and motioned for Emma to take the hat. Emma walked over and put the hat on her head, and the three Gryffindors anxiously waited to hear the verdict, but it didn't come.
"Gosh this is taking longer then mine," Harry said.
"Maybe her loyalties aren't all in one place. I told you not to trust her!" Hermione said triumphantly.
Just then the Sorting Hat opened its mouth and shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!" Everyone clapped but the Slytherins, and the Gryffindors were of course going a little crazy. Harry smiled, Ron screamed, and Hermione plastered a fake smile on, as Emma walked down and sat next to them.
"Congratulations!" Ron said enthusiastically.
"Yea glad to have you," Harry added, Emma nodded with an awkward smile.
"Yea looking forward to rooming," Hermione said gritting her teeth.
After everyone had settled back down, Dumbledore took the floor, "Hello young witches and wizards, welcome to a new year at Hogwarts. I would like to tell all of are new students and remind some of are old that the forest is forbidden. Now that that is out of the way I would like to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Gaborini," a middle aged women with layered brown hair just above her shoulders stood up at the staff table. She looked rather bitter but Harry figured an openly bitter teacher was better then the two faced one they had the year before. "With that let the feast begin," the food appeared on the table and everyone dug in.
After dinner Emma trailed behind Harry, Hermione, and Ron as they laughed and joked. Seamus Finnigan came over to Emma who was glancing around the halls taking in her new surroundings, "Hi, Seamus Finnigan," he said.
"Emma Watson, nice to meet you."
"So America?"
"Yep," Emma glanced around uncomfortably but continued in polite conversation. Eventually Seamus got the message and went over to talk to Dean.
"Not a very friendly gal is she?" Seamus whispered.
"Naw, just teaches you not to judge a book by its cover," Dean whispered back, Emma frowned after over hearing this. She didn't like being pretty, people would just walk up and be nice and what she wanted was real friends, plus she hated the attention, she preferred to be miserable and alone then to drag others down with her.
After finally reaching the portrait hole Hermione announced the new password was "Chawee Root" and the portrait swung open revealing the familiar common room.
For the most part people went to bed but one or two stayed up and talked or played a game. Hermione headed up to the 6th year dorm room and Emma followed, all was the same except for the extra bed added to the room for Emma. Emma walked over to her trunk and took out her blue striped pajama pants and a big non-matching shirt then closed the curtains around her bed to change. After emerging from the curtains she once more rummaged through her trunk and pulled out a decrepit blanket that seemed to have muggle pictures all over it.
"I thought you were a purebred," Hermione said sourly.
"Yea so? My mom liked the muggle world and I grew up there."
"That's different."
"Ron's purebred, too, right?"
"Well yea, but you don't strike me as coming from a family like Ron's."
"Why do you say that?"
"I dunno," she said, adding," maybe it was your little expensive dress and Gucci sunglasses," she said under her breath
"Gosh what's your problem!"
"I don't have a problem!"
"Then why have you been cold to me ever since I got here?!"
"I don't know, why do you flirt with everything that moves?!"
"I recent that!"
"You should it's not very becoming!"
"Gosh here I was thinking I was gonna like you, here I was thinking we could be friends! But I'm not friends with people who are so insecure that they can't share the friends they got!"
"It's not that, it's that you throw them aside when ever you please, you treat them like crap!"
"You don't know a damn thing about me!" and with that Emma closed her curtains and Hermione followed suite.
Lavender and Parvati stared at each other shocked at the fight they had just heard. "What was that?" Lavender mouthed to Parvati.
"I dunno," she mouthed back. They both looked at each other puzzled and laid down in their beds. --
Meanwhile Harry was staring at the ceiling thinking about his day, 'Hermione sure was acting weird today, I wonder if she has a problem with Emma? Nah, she's the one who got so upset about the PMS thing, so it couldn't be that... she must just be having a bad day, yea that's it a ba-d d-ahhhh--y...' he yawned as he drifted off to sleep.
