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 In Silent Lucidity: A lot went wrong. That's all I'm gonna say.

Vanyaria Darkshadow: Patience is a virtue.

Jo: So, so true.

temptress835: What about George? Aren't he and Fred identical?

Okay, a lot of people have told me that all the new people are confusing, so I'm going to list all the people that have been introduced so far, and their years.

Harvey Weasley- 5th year

Robert Weasley- 3rd year

John Weasley- 2nd year

Cynthia Weasley- 1st year

Christina (Chrissie) Weasley- 1st year

Paul Weasley- 1st year

Andrew Lupin- 1st year

Marissa Black- 1st year

Lily Potter- 1st year

James Potter- 1st year

Cole Malfoy- 1st

On to the story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Sorting

            After a few hours of playing wizard games, Cynthia, Christina and Paul came back. They wouldn't comment on what they had to talk to Harvey about but they said Robert and John stayed up with their friends. Once Lily, or Lils as Marissa had decided to call her, had gotten the jist of Exploding Snap, they had a big multiplayer game, which Andrew won, before putting the cards away.

            "So what house do you think you'll be in Lil?" asked Andrew.

            "House?"

            Suddenly all other conversation in the compartment stopped, as though she had said something vile.

            "Well," began James, "Hogwarts has four houses."

            "Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin," continued Marissa.

            "Gryffindor for the brave," said Andrew.

            "Hufflepuff for the hardworking and trustworthy," said Christina.

            "Ravenclaw for the smart," said Crystal.

            "And Slytherin for the evil," finished Paul.

            "Paul!"

            "Oh alright Chrissie. Slytherin for the sly, cunning, and ambitious. Happy?" he said, shooting his cousin a glare.

            "Do you think you could stop doing that whole finishing each other's sentences thing? It's kinda freaky," said Lily

            Andrew picked up where they left off. "You get sorted into one of the houses based on your qualities. You go to classes with the other people in your house, and you sleep in the house dormitories. I think I'll be in Gryffindor." The others all said the same thing.

            "So what house do you think you'll be in Lil?" Andrew asked again.

Lily thought for a moment before saying, "I'm not sure. Probably anything but Slytherin."

            Before anybody could reply, the door opened to reveal another red head, this one older than the others. Lily guessed it was Harvey. She was right.

            "Hey Harv. What's up?"

            "You should change into your robes. We'll be arriving in about ten minutes."

~*~*~*~*~

            Lily stepped off the train into the chilly night air with James right behind her. Looking around, she spotted Malfoy talking to a girl that looked like a feminine version of him, only her hair was longer.

            "Firs' years this way." Lily followed the voice, and it was all she could do to stop herself from gawking. The man was at least ten feet tall, and three times as wide as herself with shaggy brown hair and beard, although there were streaks of gray showing through the brown, even in the lamplight.

            "Alrigh' there James?"

            "Alright Hagrid."

            As Hagrid turned to lead the first years to the boats that were lined up on the shore, Lily turned to James. "You know him?"

            "Yeah. My Mum works here. I used to live in the teachers wing. I'd go down to visit him when I had free time. He's a nice guy. Wouldn't hurt a fly. Although, he has the worst taste in pets." Lily was about to ask him what he meant when someone ran into her from behind, knocking her to the ground. It was the girl she had seen with Malfoy. She walked off without even apologizing.

            James glared at the girls back as he helped Lily up. "That was Tatiana Malfoy. Those two are twins." Lily nodded. She had thought so. No sooner had she gotten up than somebody else rammed into her. This time they stopped to apologize.

            "Sorry about that. I'm Brian by the way. Brian Miller. I really didn't mean to ram into you like that, but somebody pushed me." He had sandy brown hair, green eyes, and an Irish accent

            "It's okay. I'm Lily Potter and this is James. Nice to meet you." She shook his hand and James did the same.

They got in the boat together with Marissa, Andrew, Chrissie, Paul, and Crystal. When Hogwarts came into view, several gasps could be heard from the first years. It was a huge castle, the lights spilling out of the windows and across the dark water. Inside they were led up a flight of stairs where a woman with red hair and brown eyes was waiting.

"That's our Aunt Ginny," whispered Crystal.

"Welcome to Hogwarts! I'm Professor Weasley and I teach charms. In a matter of moments you will step into the Great Hall to be sorted into your houses." She went on to explain the different houses and house points before leaving them in the hall.

"James," began Lily, "how do we get sorted?"

"He shrugged. "My Mum never let me attend the sorting feast. Said she didn't want to ruin the surprise."

"My Dad said we have to wrestle a troll," offered Paul.

"Yeah, well Fred Weasley was never exactly known for being honest," said Crystal.

"My father told me the same thing," said Chrissie.

"George Weasley isn't either. For crying out loud, your fathers own a joke shop. They make a living off pranking people." Paul and Chrissie were about to retort when the doors to the Great Hall opened and Professor Weasley was back, leading them inside.

The Great Hall was huge. And adequately named. The ceiling was an exact replica of the night sky. There were four long tables laid side by side, and another lay lengthwise across the top of the hall, the staff table. In the very center of the staff table was an older woman who wore square glasses and had her hair up in a tight bun. That had to be the headmistress. On either side of her were the woman with the bushy brown hair and the man with the red hair, Professors Granger and Weasley. Lily guessed he was another relative of the Weasleys'.

In front of the staff table was a three-legged stool, on top of which was an old, battered hat. Suddenly, a rip in the seam of the hat opened and started singing! Lily was too astonished to even listen to the song (A/N: Not to mention I suck at poetry). Then it started calling out names.

ANDREWS KEVIN………HUFFLEPUFF

BLACK MARISSA. Lily flashed her a good luck sign. GRYFFINDOR

The sorting went on for some time.

LUPIN ANDREW………GRYFFINDOR

MALFOY COLE………SLYTHERIN

MALFOY TATIANA………SLYTHERIN

MILLER BRIAN………GRYFFINDOR

NOLAND ERICA………RAVENCLAW

POTTER JAMES. The hall suddenly broke into furious whispers. James looked as though he'd rather be anywhere but in front of hundreds of people being sorted. GRYFFINDOR

Then it was Lily's turn.

POTTER LILY. No whispers. No conversations. No nothing. Silence was all that met Lily's ears as she made her way to the stool. Not a single person in the hall was making noise of any kind, making her footsteps seem to echo.

She sat on the stool and nearly screamed as a voice sounded in her head.

'Hmm… Plenty of courage, very smart. Trustworthy too. Ambitious, yes. But where to put you. Ah. I know GRYFFINDOR.' The hat yelled the last word for everybody to hear, and the table at the far left broke into applause. Lily headed towards that table filled with relief. She had been sorted into Gryffindor with her friends. She sat down next to James, feeling slightly dizzy. She barely heard a word of The Headmistress' speech, and by the time the feast was over and Harvey had led them up to the Gryffindor common room, she barely had the energy to change and flop down on the bed.