A/n - This chapter is dedicated to my friends.
Ron, Harry, and Hermione walked into the Great Hall with smiles on their faces. The Great Hall was filled with students laughing, and talking. Hermione took a quick glance at the Slytherin table where she spotted Draco staring at her. She gave him a quick smile and walked to Gryffindor table.
Once they sat down , Hermione gushed. " Ohh! I can't wait for the sorting! There's supposed to be two new transfer students from the States!"
The Gryffindor table burst into conversation about the new First Years and the rumored transfer students.
"I hope there are lots of Gryffindors this year! It seems like there are more Slytherins every year!" said Ron. Hermione nodded. "Yeah , or even Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs! "
Everyone quieted down as the doors to the Great Hall opened revealing the new students at Hogwarts. There were tons of students this year. Hermione pointed to two girls in the back. " Those must be the transfer students! They're definitely too old to be first years!" The two girls looked very uncomfortable. One of them was smiling nervously, she had light brown hair that went to the middle of her back, and bright blue eyes. The other girl was a little bit taller than the other. She had short brown hair, and freckles sprinkled over her face, and brown chocolate eyes that reminded Hermione slighly of her own. The two of them were talking so she assumed they were friends.
The students reached the front of the room where the sorting hat sat. The hat began:
A thousand years or more ago, When I was newly sewn, There lived four wizards of renown, There names are still well known: Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor, Fair Ravenclaw, from glen, Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad, Shrewd Slytherin, from fen. They shared a wish, a hope, a dream, They hatched a daring plan To educate young sorcerers Thus Hogwarts school began. Now each of these four founders Formed their own house, for each Did value different virtues In the ones they had to teach. By Griffindor, the bravest were Prized far beyond the rest; For Ravenclaw, the cleverest, Would always be the best; For Hufflepuff, hard workers were, Most worthy of admission; And power hungry Slytherin Loved those of great ambition. While still alive, they did divide Their favorites fromt eh throng, Yet how to pick the worthy ones When they were dead and gone? 'Twas gryffindor who found the way, He whipped me off his head The founders put some brains in me So I could choose instead! Now slip me snug about your ears, I've never yet been wrong, I'll have a look inside your mind And tell where you belong!"
The first people to be sorted were the transfers. " Norton, Philippa" The dark brown haired girl went first. The sorting hat was put on to her head and not nearly three seconds later the hat shouted
" Slytherin!"
Hermione was astonished! "I can't believe it! The first person was a Slytherin!"
"Fouse, Marissa!" McGonnagall called out. The second transfer.
"Oh please be in Gryffindor!" Hermione muttered to herself.
The sorting hat took a little longer this time. Hermione guessed it was contemplating where to put her.
"Griffindor!!!!" the hat shouted. Hermione was ecstatic. "Yes! Thankyou!"
Ron and Harry looked at each other and smiled. "I think Hermione's going a little overboard on this whole 'There must be more Gryffindors!' thing." Ron said to Harry. Marissa looked happy as she walked over and sat at the Gryffindor's table. Hermione looked over at her and noticed that she looked upset that she wasn't in the same house as Philippa.
Hermione looked over at the Slytherin table and noticed that Philippa had seated herself right next to none other than Draco Malfoy.
Hermione felt a surge of jealousy take over her as she saw Draco talking to theb transfer student. 'Wait, why am I jealous? I don't even like him like that, do I?' she thought curiously.
But it seemed as if her thoughts would have to wait because she noticed everyone getting up from their seats to go to their next class.
Ron looked at Hermione. "So, what class do we have first Hermione?" Hermione looked at her schedule and noticed that the next class they had was- "Double Potions with the Slytherins?!" she exclaimed.
This was going to be a long day...
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Draco was amazed that a girl who looked so nice could be sorted into Slytherin. 'I guess everyone has a dark side.' he thought.
As everyone got out of their seats Philippa tapped Draco on the shoulder. He turned around curious. "Um.. could you show me where the Potions room is?" He smirked and nodded as he walked out of the room Philippa in tow.
Ron, Harry, and Hermione walked into the Great Hall with smiles on their faces. The Great Hall was filled with students laughing, and talking. Hermione took a quick glance at the Slytherin table where she spotted Draco staring at her. She gave him a quick smile and walked to Gryffindor table.
Once they sat down , Hermione gushed. " Ohh! I can't wait for the sorting! There's supposed to be two new transfer students from the States!"
The Gryffindor table burst into conversation about the new First Years and the rumored transfer students.
"I hope there are lots of Gryffindors this year! It seems like there are more Slytherins every year!" said Ron. Hermione nodded. "Yeah , or even Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs! "
Everyone quieted down as the doors to the Great Hall opened revealing the new students at Hogwarts. There were tons of students this year. Hermione pointed to two girls in the back. " Those must be the transfer students! They're definitely too old to be first years!" The two girls looked very uncomfortable. One of them was smiling nervously, she had light brown hair that went to the middle of her back, and bright blue eyes. The other girl was a little bit taller than the other. She had short brown hair, and freckles sprinkled over her face, and brown chocolate eyes that reminded Hermione slighly of her own. The two of them were talking so she assumed they were friends.
The students reached the front of the room where the sorting hat sat. The hat began:
A thousand years or more ago, When I was newly sewn, There lived four wizards of renown, There names are still well known: Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor, Fair Ravenclaw, from glen, Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad, Shrewd Slytherin, from fen. They shared a wish, a hope, a dream, They hatched a daring plan To educate young sorcerers Thus Hogwarts school began. Now each of these four founders Formed their own house, for each Did value different virtues In the ones they had to teach. By Griffindor, the bravest were Prized far beyond the rest; For Ravenclaw, the cleverest, Would always be the best; For Hufflepuff, hard workers were, Most worthy of admission; And power hungry Slytherin Loved those of great ambition. While still alive, they did divide Their favorites fromt eh throng, Yet how to pick the worthy ones When they were dead and gone? 'Twas gryffindor who found the way, He whipped me off his head The founders put some brains in me So I could choose instead! Now slip me snug about your ears, I've never yet been wrong, I'll have a look inside your mind And tell where you belong!"
The first people to be sorted were the transfers. " Norton, Philippa" The dark brown haired girl went first. The sorting hat was put on to her head and not nearly three seconds later the hat shouted
" Slytherin!"
Hermione was astonished! "I can't believe it! The first person was a Slytherin!"
"Fouse, Marissa!" McGonnagall called out. The second transfer.
"Oh please be in Gryffindor!" Hermione muttered to herself.
The sorting hat took a little longer this time. Hermione guessed it was contemplating where to put her.
"Griffindor!!!!" the hat shouted. Hermione was ecstatic. "Yes! Thankyou!"
Ron and Harry looked at each other and smiled. "I think Hermione's going a little overboard on this whole 'There must be more Gryffindors!' thing." Ron said to Harry. Marissa looked happy as she walked over and sat at the Gryffindor's table. Hermione looked over at her and noticed that she looked upset that she wasn't in the same house as Philippa.
Hermione looked over at the Slytherin table and noticed that Philippa had seated herself right next to none other than Draco Malfoy.
Hermione felt a surge of jealousy take over her as she saw Draco talking to theb transfer student. 'Wait, why am I jealous? I don't even like him like that, do I?' she thought curiously.
But it seemed as if her thoughts would have to wait because she noticed everyone getting up from their seats to go to their next class.
Ron looked at Hermione. "So, what class do we have first Hermione?" Hermione looked at her schedule and noticed that the next class they had was- "Double Potions with the Slytherins?!" she exclaimed.
This was going to be a long day...
******
Draco was amazed that a girl who looked so nice could be sorted into Slytherin. 'I guess everyone has a dark side.' he thought.
As everyone got out of their seats Philippa tapped Draco on the shoulder. He turned around curious. "Um.. could you show me where the Potions room is?" He smirked and nodded as he walked out of the room Philippa in tow.
