Chapter 3
Hay guys! Yeah this is emma again! Alex that bumhole wont write!! So well I guess its just me and bely then. Thanks so much to all the reviews! When Bely came to class yelling about how we had 4 reviews I was like WOW!? CRAP MAN! You serious!?!? And they were all really nice reviews as well. so that motivated me to write more. SO thank you sooo much for reviewing! YaY~ This chapter I gotta admit, I had a lot of fun writing it!! So well I hope you enjoy!!
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'Harry, you reckon Hermione'd ever get a boyfriend?' Ron chuckled jokingly as he pretended to put his arm around Ginny and started making pouting faces.
As everyone within a 5 meter radius at the dining table roared into laughter Hermione however, was scanning the familiar enormous hall for a certain pale blonde head.
She caught herself doing so, "What am I doing? I didn't even realize."
"Hermione? Hello? Anyone home?"
Hermione snapped out of her daydream as Ron waved his fingers in front of her face.
'Huh? Pardon? Sorry, I was.Sorry, what were you saying?"
"We were just talking about whether your royal highness will ever get your head out of those clouds. correction, books and get yourself a little boyfriend!"
"Me? A boyfriend?" Hermione was astounded.
"I give her until Christmas!" An excited Dean took out a sickle and handed it to Ron.
"What, just cause you've slept with half the house."
Seamus reached into his robe pocket and pulled out all his coins and counted them in front of everyone, "3 sickles and 9 knuts!" he called triumph, " I give her till the end of school. That's a whole year 'Mione, better get cracking. "
Once again the whole table erupted with laughter as more people rummaged in their pockets for spare change. Everyone wants to be part of the historical moment when Hermione gets a boyfriend. If she ever gets one. Ron was overjoyed as he scribbled down all the names and their bets.
"Oh Honestly!!" Hermione rolled her eyes irritated.
As if right on cue, 10 galleons were placed on the table with force and a familiar cold voice said nonchalantly yet clearly, "I give her one month from today." Everyone looked up as the bidder turned around to stalk back to his own table.
"Don't remember asking you to join, ferret, take your filthy money!!" Ron called after him.
Though he never turned around nor said anymore, just walked quietly back to his table with a sly expression on his face.
Hermione the one that's always under control seemed to be losing it this time. Her head was a cloud of smoke. She was really thankful for the distraction as the familiar stern voice of Professor McGonagall sounded, everyone in the hall fell silent and looked up in her direction.
"Welcome! Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! The Sorting Ceremony is about to take place."
Harry looked up at the teacher's table, Professor Dumbledore and his eyes locked. It was only for a second though, before the wise aged wizard suddenly seemed intrigued by the enchanted ceiling which was a cloudless night filled with stars.
The stool with its familiar tattered hat was placed in the center and the door burst open as Professor McGonagall entered followed by a bunch of first years looking frightened and worried. Harry recalled exactly seven years ago, he was standing amongst many others wrecking his nerve thinking of all the horrible things that could happen.
"Oh my." Harry turned to see Ron wide eyed gaping at one of the first years. Harry followed his gaze. and instantly his jaws dropped.
There, standing amongst all the other nervous first years was a boy.
A boy with messy jet-black hair. A boy with a very small built body. A boy with emerald green eyes. A boy with round owl glasses. A boy looking very uncertain whether he belonged or not. A boy who looked like Harry in everyway apart from height difference and of course the unique distinguishable scar.
(A/N sorry guys, this poem I ripped off the first Harry Potter book. cause seriously it is so goddamn hard to write a freaking school song. man. I admire Rowling. Me and bely tried for ages and just gave up in the end. I would put here what we've done so far of the poem but bely has the poem and I gotta get this chapter up by tonight.)
'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 Gryffindor apart
You might belong in Hufflepuff
Where they are just and loyal
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of 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
For I'm the Thinking Cap!
The hall broke into applaud as the sorting hat jumped up to take a bow. Professor McGonagall now stepped forward with a long roll of parchment.
"Abedin, Adity!"
A chubby little curry girl (ha ha only bely'll get this joke) stepped forward full of confidence and sat down on the stool. The Sorting Hat contemplated for a while before roaring
"Ravenclaw!"
The Ravenclaw table burst into applause as she hopped off her chair and skipped over to her 'home' for the next seven years. Harry tried to concentrate as all the young wizards' life path was set out for them but his eyes kept wondering back to the boy with the messy black hair.
This kid fascinated Harry, his eyes were an emerald green, yet they looked bottomless and empty. It was almost as if this whole ceremony bored him. As if life itself bored him.
Harry often thought where he'd be today if on this day seven years ago, he was put into any other houses except for this one. Harry shuddered at the thought of the Sorting Hat putting him into Slytherin.
"Ben Knotter!"
The boy with the messy black hair walked up to the stool. Suddenly the whole hall fell silent as every pair of eyes fell upon this stranger. and as one. The hall broke into whispers, some even stood up to have a better look at the boy. Everyone looked from Harry to the boy.
"Does Potter have a brother."
"Is that.?"
"How can it be.?"
"They look."
"So much."
"Alike."
"Is this some kind of."
" Joke?"
"A publicity stunt?"
Curious and suspicious voices sounded everywhere, until finally, Dumbledore cleared his throat and everyone fell silent again. The boy placed the Sorting Hat upon his head and as soon as it touched his head, the Sorting Hat yelled at the top of its lungs.
"Slytherin!"
The whole Slytherin table stood up and started banging on the tables for their newest member. Many member of Slytherin clapped him on the back as he passed and Malfoy went as far as running up to the boy and embracing him as if he just found a long lost brother. So far, this Ben has received the most welcoming applause yet his expression was as still as water, not letting a bit of emotion show. The whole time, he just looked at everyone with big empty eyes, not saying anything. He sat down with his back towards the Gryffindor table. Though Harry couldn't see the boy, his mind kept wondering to back to him all dinner.
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Author's Note: Oh my gosh! Ive finally finished writing this. Interesting eh? I wonder whats gonna happen next! I am just as anticipating as all you readers! For this is a story with me and Bely. So that means the story and plot isn't planned at all. We just have to continue with what the last chapter left off with and make it up and crap on as we go along. As you all can see, Bely (who wrote the second chapter) is far better then me! So please review! You know I'll love it! And any criticism welcome as well! Maybe you can help give us ideas for our story since we have no idea!! Pretty please? (with a cherry on the top) p.s. sorry the school song was really unoriginal. I seriously couldn't be stuffed. sorry! **ducks at rotten tomatoes**
Hay guys! Yeah this is emma again! Alex that bumhole wont write!! So well I guess its just me and bely then. Thanks so much to all the reviews! When Bely came to class yelling about how we had 4 reviews I was like WOW!? CRAP MAN! You serious!?!? And they were all really nice reviews as well. so that motivated me to write more. SO thank you sooo much for reviewing! YaY~ This chapter I gotta admit, I had a lot of fun writing it!! So well I hope you enjoy!!
~
'Harry, you reckon Hermione'd ever get a boyfriend?' Ron chuckled jokingly as he pretended to put his arm around Ginny and started making pouting faces.
As everyone within a 5 meter radius at the dining table roared into laughter Hermione however, was scanning the familiar enormous hall for a certain pale blonde head.
She caught herself doing so, "What am I doing? I didn't even realize."
"Hermione? Hello? Anyone home?"
Hermione snapped out of her daydream as Ron waved his fingers in front of her face.
'Huh? Pardon? Sorry, I was.Sorry, what were you saying?"
"We were just talking about whether your royal highness will ever get your head out of those clouds. correction, books and get yourself a little boyfriend!"
"Me? A boyfriend?" Hermione was astounded.
"I give her until Christmas!" An excited Dean took out a sickle and handed it to Ron.
"What, just cause you've slept with half the house."
Seamus reached into his robe pocket and pulled out all his coins and counted them in front of everyone, "3 sickles and 9 knuts!" he called triumph, " I give her till the end of school. That's a whole year 'Mione, better get cracking. "
Once again the whole table erupted with laughter as more people rummaged in their pockets for spare change. Everyone wants to be part of the historical moment when Hermione gets a boyfriend. If she ever gets one. Ron was overjoyed as he scribbled down all the names and their bets.
"Oh Honestly!!" Hermione rolled her eyes irritated.
As if right on cue, 10 galleons were placed on the table with force and a familiar cold voice said nonchalantly yet clearly, "I give her one month from today." Everyone looked up as the bidder turned around to stalk back to his own table.
"Don't remember asking you to join, ferret, take your filthy money!!" Ron called after him.
Though he never turned around nor said anymore, just walked quietly back to his table with a sly expression on his face.
Hermione the one that's always under control seemed to be losing it this time. Her head was a cloud of smoke. She was really thankful for the distraction as the familiar stern voice of Professor McGonagall sounded, everyone in the hall fell silent and looked up in her direction.
"Welcome! Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! The Sorting Ceremony is about to take place."
Harry looked up at the teacher's table, Professor Dumbledore and his eyes locked. It was only for a second though, before the wise aged wizard suddenly seemed intrigued by the enchanted ceiling which was a cloudless night filled with stars.
The stool with its familiar tattered hat was placed in the center and the door burst open as Professor McGonagall entered followed by a bunch of first years looking frightened and worried. Harry recalled exactly seven years ago, he was standing amongst many others wrecking his nerve thinking of all the horrible things that could happen.
"Oh my." Harry turned to see Ron wide eyed gaping at one of the first years. Harry followed his gaze. and instantly his jaws dropped.
There, standing amongst all the other nervous first years was a boy.
A boy with messy jet-black hair. A boy with a very small built body. A boy with emerald green eyes. A boy with round owl glasses. A boy looking very uncertain whether he belonged or not. A boy who looked like Harry in everyway apart from height difference and of course the unique distinguishable scar.
(A/N sorry guys, this poem I ripped off the first Harry Potter book. cause seriously it is so goddamn hard to write a freaking school song. man. I admire Rowling. Me and bely tried for ages and just gave up in the end. I would put here what we've done so far of the poem but bely has the poem and I gotta get this chapter up by tonight.)
'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 Gryffindor apart
You might belong in Hufflepuff
Where they are just and loyal
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of 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
For I'm the Thinking Cap!
The hall broke into applaud as the sorting hat jumped up to take a bow. Professor McGonagall now stepped forward with a long roll of parchment.
"Abedin, Adity!"
A chubby little curry girl (ha ha only bely'll get this joke) stepped forward full of confidence and sat down on the stool. The Sorting Hat contemplated for a while before roaring
"Ravenclaw!"
The Ravenclaw table burst into applause as she hopped off her chair and skipped over to her 'home' for the next seven years. Harry tried to concentrate as all the young wizards' life path was set out for them but his eyes kept wondering back to the boy with the messy black hair.
This kid fascinated Harry, his eyes were an emerald green, yet they looked bottomless and empty. It was almost as if this whole ceremony bored him. As if life itself bored him.
Harry often thought where he'd be today if on this day seven years ago, he was put into any other houses except for this one. Harry shuddered at the thought of the Sorting Hat putting him into Slytherin.
"Ben Knotter!"
The boy with the messy black hair walked up to the stool. Suddenly the whole hall fell silent as every pair of eyes fell upon this stranger. and as one. The hall broke into whispers, some even stood up to have a better look at the boy. Everyone looked from Harry to the boy.
"Does Potter have a brother."
"Is that.?"
"How can it be.?"
"They look."
"So much."
"Alike."
"Is this some kind of."
" Joke?"
"A publicity stunt?"
Curious and suspicious voices sounded everywhere, until finally, Dumbledore cleared his throat and everyone fell silent again. The boy placed the Sorting Hat upon his head and as soon as it touched his head, the Sorting Hat yelled at the top of its lungs.
"Slytherin!"
The whole Slytherin table stood up and started banging on the tables for their newest member. Many member of Slytherin clapped him on the back as he passed and Malfoy went as far as running up to the boy and embracing him as if he just found a long lost brother. So far, this Ben has received the most welcoming applause yet his expression was as still as water, not letting a bit of emotion show. The whole time, he just looked at everyone with big empty eyes, not saying anything. He sat down with his back towards the Gryffindor table. Though Harry couldn't see the boy, his mind kept wondering to back to him all dinner.
~
Author's Note: Oh my gosh! Ive finally finished writing this. Interesting eh? I wonder whats gonna happen next! I am just as anticipating as all you readers! For this is a story with me and Bely. So that means the story and plot isn't planned at all. We just have to continue with what the last chapter left off with and make it up and crap on as we go along. As you all can see, Bely (who wrote the second chapter) is far better then me! So please review! You know I'll love it! And any criticism welcome as well! Maybe you can help give us ideas for our story since we have no idea!! Pretty please? (with a cherry on the top) p.s. sorry the school song was really unoriginal. I seriously couldn't be stuffed. sorry! **ducks at rotten tomatoes**
