Chapter Two
The Sorting
Everyone in the Great Hall all clapped after the Sorting Hat sang its song. All the attention then went to the students standing behind the Sorting Hat and Professor Granger standing with an exceptionally long scroll of parchment in her hands. As soon as the clapping stopped, she turned to face the students. "I will now call out your names and as your names are being called out, sit on the stool and place the Sorting Hat upon your head to be sorted." Then Professor Granger began calling out the names. "Attlebee, Iason!" A highly light skinned boy with trimmed brown hair placed the hat upon his head and sat down on the stool. "RAVENCLAW!" The hat yelled out. Everyone's attention went to the Ravenclaw table as they began cheering as Iason practically ran to the table. The Ravenclaw ghost, The Grey Lady, stood up and slightly smiled at the boy. "Aubury, Kourtnee!" "SLYTHERIN!" The hat yelled out again. The Slytherin table stole everyone's attention as their yelling echoed through out the Great Hall. Kourtnee Aubury was the younger sister to Victor Aubury and he was quite admired among the Slytherin house. "Malfoy, Tristan!" Professor Granger finally called out after about ten minutes. Tristan walked up to the Sorting Hat prouder than any other first year. Usually the first years were scared of the getting sorted. But Tristan's sapphire-blue eyes were gleaming and his dirty blonde hair looked shinier than usual as he placed the Sorting Hat over his head. "GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted and it almost sounded like it came out as joy. Tom, Hermes, Cassy, Virginia, Heather, and Oliver stood up, with the rest of their table, and clapped and cheered for Tristan making it into Gryffindor. Draco Junior, on the other hand, was quite upset by the fact that his younger brother had not made it to be with him in Slytherin. "Muttle, Nancy!" "HUFFLEPUFF!" Professor Granger was on a role. It seemed that she wanted to be done with the Sorting Ceremony. "Pansey, Adrian!" "HUFFLEPUFF!" "Potter, Jaymes!" Jaymes scuttled over to the Sorting Hat and placed it over his head. The Sorting Hat, once placed upon Jaymes' head, covered all his copper hair and emerald eyes. "GRYFFINDOR!" The hat sang. Jaymes, instead of going over to sit with the Gryffindor table, stood over to the side of the stage. Wondering to what was wrong, Professor Granger went to ask him. "Jaymes, is there a problem?" Jaymes looked up and shook his head no. "I'm waiting for Jayson to get sorted so we can walk to the Gryffindor table together. Is that a problem, Professor Malfoy?" "No, it is not a problem, but do me a favor by calling me Professor Granger. Wouldn't want to get me mixed up with my husband, do we?" Professor Granger asked Jaymes in their private conversation. Jaymes just nodded his head in response. Professor Granger cleared her throat and started again. "Potter, Jayson!" Jayson walked up to the Sorting Hat and he disappeared once he placed the hat on his head. Likewise, Jayson's copper hair and emerald eyes had disappeared, too. "GRYFFINDOR!" The hat sang aloud again. Jayson and Jaymes walked together off the stage to the Gryffindor table, as they seemed to be getting double the applause from their fellow Gryffindors. After waiting for what seemed like forever, Professor Granger finally got down to the last four people on the list. "Tangier, Lia!" A girl with lilac eyes and golden-hair walked up to the hat to be sorted. "GRYFFINDOR!" "Tangier, Liana!" Lia's twin, apparently, walked up to the hat and was placed into the same house as her sister. Now it was down to two more people. "Tangier, Liano!" Everyone in the Great Hall gasped slight gasps as Liano walked up to the hat. It was the first time in a long time that triplets had came to Hogwarts. Maybe at Beauxbaton or Durmstrang, but it had been a long while since triplets came to Hogwarts. Liano, too, was placed into Gryffindor with his sisters. Last but not least. "Weasley, Colin!" The little redhead boy ran up to the hat with his frightened little blue eyes. "GRYFFINDOR!" And the Gryffindor table went wild as Colin walked over. For the first time in a few years, they had managed to receive more students than any other table and they were very happy. Soon, the Great Hall went quiet as their Headmaster, Harry Potter, began to stand up. "Welcome all to a what will be a good year at Hogwarts!" Harry paused for awhile as every student in the Great Hall cheered and applauded. "Well, before the feast begins, I want to introduce you to our new Transfiguration teacher, Professor Malfoy, but she prefers you to call her Professor Granger." Harry pointed over to Hermione who was sitting to his right and to the left Draco. She stood up and waved to the students and then took her seat. "As we all know, Professor McGonagall had to depart from us at end of last term and sorry to say this but I don't think that she will be returning to us. Thankfully, Professor Granger has happily accepted the position and I hope that she stays as the Transfiguration teacher for as long as possible." Harry continued on. "Well, if that is all, then let the feast begin!" As soon as Harry gave the word, the tables were pilled with food. Everyone child in the Great Hall was stuffing their faces with anything they could place upon their plates. "Great speech, Harry. You almost sounded just like Dumbledore." Hermione said as she was cutting the steak on her plate. She then placed the piece of meat that she had cut off into her mouth and began to chew it. "I will never be able to sound just like Dumbledore. Dumbledore was a great Headmaster and was just... a great man in general. I will never have the pleasure to be even half the man Dumbledore is." Harry said before he silently slurped his soup off of his spoon. "Don't worry, Potter. Dumbledore was never a great man. So saying that you are not even half the man Dumbledore is... is like saying you are an ant in this giant wizard world. If someone were to step on you, no one would care." Draco said before he slurped down some of his butter beer. "Draco... Harry... I don't like to where this conversation is going." Hermione said, warning the two, now childish acting, professors. "Then don't like it Hermione." Harry snapped at her. Only because she knew to why Harry was upset did she not take Harry's comment as an offensive one. "Mister Potter and Mister Malfoy... Is there a problem?" Severus Snape jumped, and to Hermione, just in the right time. "Call me Harry, Severus. Anyway, looks like dear ol' Draco has Severus to still come to his rescue, even when we are grown adults." Harry narrowed his eyes toward Snape but Snape wasn't looking at him or Draco. It seemed that he and Hermione were sharing a mental conversation. "Let's drop this before I end up embarrassing you in front of the students and other teachers, Harry." Draco said as he took in another gulp of his butter beer. Harry never said a word to Draco after that, but while he continued to eat, he began to ponder over what he saw Hermione and Severus doing. They weren't talking but their faces were doing it for them. The only thing about it is that Harry couldn't quite put his fingers on what was going on. Finally, after sometime, everyone was full. Harry then stood up and the Great Hall grew quiet once again. "Well, I quite have to say, tonight's feast has been fairly good, like always. Now for some need to know things. The Forbidden Forest is, quite naturally, forbidden to any student. Also, Quidditch tryouts will be held soon. Always check the notice boards in the your Common Rooms for when exactly the tryouts will be held. Well, I can't seem to think of any other announcements that need to be announced. So prefects please escort the first years to their houses and everyone is dismissed." The Great Hall became a massive uproar of students talking and trying to get to their house towers to go to sleep. "Tom, aren't you excited that Tristan made it into Gryffindor? I mean, that only tells us Junior will be the only one like my father." Heather said as she was trying to keep up with the fast moving Tom. Tom was only oblivious to Heather's question, though. He was anxious to get to sleep for he knew that tomorrow they would be getting their schedules and that only meant, to him at least, finding out what classes he had to think about other things troubling his young mind.
The Sorting
Everyone in the Great Hall all clapped after the Sorting Hat sang its song. All the attention then went to the students standing behind the Sorting Hat and Professor Granger standing with an exceptionally long scroll of parchment in her hands. As soon as the clapping stopped, she turned to face the students. "I will now call out your names and as your names are being called out, sit on the stool and place the Sorting Hat upon your head to be sorted." Then Professor Granger began calling out the names. "Attlebee, Iason!" A highly light skinned boy with trimmed brown hair placed the hat upon his head and sat down on the stool. "RAVENCLAW!" The hat yelled out. Everyone's attention went to the Ravenclaw table as they began cheering as Iason practically ran to the table. The Ravenclaw ghost, The Grey Lady, stood up and slightly smiled at the boy. "Aubury, Kourtnee!" "SLYTHERIN!" The hat yelled out again. The Slytherin table stole everyone's attention as their yelling echoed through out the Great Hall. Kourtnee Aubury was the younger sister to Victor Aubury and he was quite admired among the Slytherin house. "Malfoy, Tristan!" Professor Granger finally called out after about ten minutes. Tristan walked up to the Sorting Hat prouder than any other first year. Usually the first years were scared of the getting sorted. But Tristan's sapphire-blue eyes were gleaming and his dirty blonde hair looked shinier than usual as he placed the Sorting Hat over his head. "GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted and it almost sounded like it came out as joy. Tom, Hermes, Cassy, Virginia, Heather, and Oliver stood up, with the rest of their table, and clapped and cheered for Tristan making it into Gryffindor. Draco Junior, on the other hand, was quite upset by the fact that his younger brother had not made it to be with him in Slytherin. "Muttle, Nancy!" "HUFFLEPUFF!" Professor Granger was on a role. It seemed that she wanted to be done with the Sorting Ceremony. "Pansey, Adrian!" "HUFFLEPUFF!" "Potter, Jaymes!" Jaymes scuttled over to the Sorting Hat and placed it over his head. The Sorting Hat, once placed upon Jaymes' head, covered all his copper hair and emerald eyes. "GRYFFINDOR!" The hat sang. Jaymes, instead of going over to sit with the Gryffindor table, stood over to the side of the stage. Wondering to what was wrong, Professor Granger went to ask him. "Jaymes, is there a problem?" Jaymes looked up and shook his head no. "I'm waiting for Jayson to get sorted so we can walk to the Gryffindor table together. Is that a problem, Professor Malfoy?" "No, it is not a problem, but do me a favor by calling me Professor Granger. Wouldn't want to get me mixed up with my husband, do we?" Professor Granger asked Jaymes in their private conversation. Jaymes just nodded his head in response. Professor Granger cleared her throat and started again. "Potter, Jayson!" Jayson walked up to the Sorting Hat and he disappeared once he placed the hat on his head. Likewise, Jayson's copper hair and emerald eyes had disappeared, too. "GRYFFINDOR!" The hat sang aloud again. Jayson and Jaymes walked together off the stage to the Gryffindor table, as they seemed to be getting double the applause from their fellow Gryffindors. After waiting for what seemed like forever, Professor Granger finally got down to the last four people on the list. "Tangier, Lia!" A girl with lilac eyes and golden-hair walked up to the hat to be sorted. "GRYFFINDOR!" "Tangier, Liana!" Lia's twin, apparently, walked up to the hat and was placed into the same house as her sister. Now it was down to two more people. "Tangier, Liano!" Everyone in the Great Hall gasped slight gasps as Liano walked up to the hat. It was the first time in a long time that triplets had came to Hogwarts. Maybe at Beauxbaton or Durmstrang, but it had been a long while since triplets came to Hogwarts. Liano, too, was placed into Gryffindor with his sisters. Last but not least. "Weasley, Colin!" The little redhead boy ran up to the hat with his frightened little blue eyes. "GRYFFINDOR!" And the Gryffindor table went wild as Colin walked over. For the first time in a few years, they had managed to receive more students than any other table and they were very happy. Soon, the Great Hall went quiet as their Headmaster, Harry Potter, began to stand up. "Welcome all to a what will be a good year at Hogwarts!" Harry paused for awhile as every student in the Great Hall cheered and applauded. "Well, before the feast begins, I want to introduce you to our new Transfiguration teacher, Professor Malfoy, but she prefers you to call her Professor Granger." Harry pointed over to Hermione who was sitting to his right and to the left Draco. She stood up and waved to the students and then took her seat. "As we all know, Professor McGonagall had to depart from us at end of last term and sorry to say this but I don't think that she will be returning to us. Thankfully, Professor Granger has happily accepted the position and I hope that she stays as the Transfiguration teacher for as long as possible." Harry continued on. "Well, if that is all, then let the feast begin!" As soon as Harry gave the word, the tables were pilled with food. Everyone child in the Great Hall was stuffing their faces with anything they could place upon their plates. "Great speech, Harry. You almost sounded just like Dumbledore." Hermione said as she was cutting the steak on her plate. She then placed the piece of meat that she had cut off into her mouth and began to chew it. "I will never be able to sound just like Dumbledore. Dumbledore was a great Headmaster and was just... a great man in general. I will never have the pleasure to be even half the man Dumbledore is." Harry said before he silently slurped his soup off of his spoon. "Don't worry, Potter. Dumbledore was never a great man. So saying that you are not even half the man Dumbledore is... is like saying you are an ant in this giant wizard world. If someone were to step on you, no one would care." Draco said before he slurped down some of his butter beer. "Draco... Harry... I don't like to where this conversation is going." Hermione said, warning the two, now childish acting, professors. "Then don't like it Hermione." Harry snapped at her. Only because she knew to why Harry was upset did she not take Harry's comment as an offensive one. "Mister Potter and Mister Malfoy... Is there a problem?" Severus Snape jumped, and to Hermione, just in the right time. "Call me Harry, Severus. Anyway, looks like dear ol' Draco has Severus to still come to his rescue, even when we are grown adults." Harry narrowed his eyes toward Snape but Snape wasn't looking at him or Draco. It seemed that he and Hermione were sharing a mental conversation. "Let's drop this before I end up embarrassing you in front of the students and other teachers, Harry." Draco said as he took in another gulp of his butter beer. Harry never said a word to Draco after that, but while he continued to eat, he began to ponder over what he saw Hermione and Severus doing. They weren't talking but their faces were doing it for them. The only thing about it is that Harry couldn't quite put his fingers on what was going on. Finally, after sometime, everyone was full. Harry then stood up and the Great Hall grew quiet once again. "Well, I quite have to say, tonight's feast has been fairly good, like always. Now for some need to know things. The Forbidden Forest is, quite naturally, forbidden to any student. Also, Quidditch tryouts will be held soon. Always check the notice boards in the your Common Rooms for when exactly the tryouts will be held. Well, I can't seem to think of any other announcements that need to be announced. So prefects please escort the first years to their houses and everyone is dismissed." The Great Hall became a massive uproar of students talking and trying to get to their house towers to go to sleep. "Tom, aren't you excited that Tristan made it into Gryffindor? I mean, that only tells us Junior will be the only one like my father." Heather said as she was trying to keep up with the fast moving Tom. Tom was only oblivious to Heather's question, though. He was anxious to get to sleep for he knew that tomorrow they would be getting their schedules and that only meant, to him at least, finding out what classes he had to think about other things troubling his young mind.