disclaimer: The storyline is all that's mine.
Chapter 4
The Sorting
"The first years should be coming in soon."
And, on cue, the first years and Hagrid filed in, most all of them looking positively terrified.
One girl looked as if she'd seen a ghost- well, scratch that, the phrase doesn't work at Hogwarts-, and another boy, who was smiling at the Gryffindor table, was being pointed at by Dean Thomas, who explained proudly to all those within earshot that the boy was his little brother Elliot.
The first years stood, and Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly, and all students looked forward.
"Let the sorting begin," announced Dumbledore.
"Many years ago, my creators founded this great school, They founded it with hope that it would be the one to rule,
But it was founded on deep unity, And as you can clearly see,
That inter-house unity that was wished for, Is lacking, but perhaps not for forever more
My wish is that you change this, Build strength with each passing year.
And once again, dear Hogwarts school Will hold again over evil the rule.
Take heed of this advice, For with unity we will defeat."
The sorting hat gave a brief pause.
And now to explain the houses.
Kind Hufflepuff would always accept Everyone, so long as they tried their best
Clever Ravenclaw wished for her students to be With much intellect, you see
Sly Slytherin said, "The purebloods are the best for this head."
And brave Gryffindor, he did his best To prize courage above the rest
So come and put me on your head, I'll tell you which dorm will hold your bed."
And one by one, McGonagall called out names of nervous looking first years. There was a whoop from Dean when Elliot was sorted into Gryffindor.
Harry looked over at Ron.
"Starving. Get on with it, why don't they?"
It was a few moments before Dumbledore stood up and began his begin-of-term speech.
"Welcome, welcome, one and all. to start the term, I must warn you all to not enter the Forbidden Forest, for there are dangers there unbeknownst to many a student," said Dumbledore, stealing a glance at Hagrid.
"Also, the list of restricted items can be found with Mr. Filch," Dumbledore continued.
"Finally, please try to do as the sorting hat says, and take heed of its advice. for we are only strong enough to defeat together." Dumbledore's eyes trailed off.
"Let's eat!" he cried, as if just realizing that he had paused a moment.
And the plates were magically filled with many scrumptious items created by the house-elves downstairs in the kitchen: ham, turkey, yams, potatoes, sweet corn, hot rolls and so much more.
Ron and Harry dug in, while Ginny and Hermione politely reached for their food, and spread their napkins across their laps before eating. Ron and Harry were suddenly embarrassed, and followed suit with the napkins, causing Ginny and Hermione to sneak a grin at each other.
After the meal was finished and bellies were full, Ron and Hermione got up and left to lead the first years to the common room, and Harry and Ginny were left alone. As they were leaving the hall, Ginny pulled Harry aside.
"Over here." she said seriously, and Harry looked at her funny. Was she going to come onto him? Oh God, he thought that was over. besides, wasn't she with that Michael guy? No, Dean, Harry corrected himself.
But Ginny didn't seem to want anything to happen sexually, for she hadn't said a word and was leading him to a part of the castle he had never seen before, and he had the Marauder's Map.
"Here.. we're here." She said.
And Harry was astonished, for they had reached a small, circular room to which he had never been. There were 4 small windows. Harry looked close up at one, and was astounded to see what he saw.
"This can't be real!" he cried.
"It's brilliant, isn't it Harry?" said Ginny softly.
When Harry didn't answer, Ginny looked over.
"Harry?"
He looked up at her somberly, wondering what to do next.
A/N: I'm working on these getting better. They seem a bit lame. And I'm terrible at cliffhangers. The above is an attempt at a cliffhanger, just to let you know.
Chapter 4
The Sorting
"The first years should be coming in soon."
And, on cue, the first years and Hagrid filed in, most all of them looking positively terrified.
One girl looked as if she'd seen a ghost- well, scratch that, the phrase doesn't work at Hogwarts-, and another boy, who was smiling at the Gryffindor table, was being pointed at by Dean Thomas, who explained proudly to all those within earshot that the boy was his little brother Elliot.
The first years stood, and Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly, and all students looked forward.
"Let the sorting begin," announced Dumbledore.
"Many years ago, my creators founded this great school, They founded it with hope that it would be the one to rule,
But it was founded on deep unity, And as you can clearly see,
That inter-house unity that was wished for, Is lacking, but perhaps not for forever more
My wish is that you change this, Build strength with each passing year.
And once again, dear Hogwarts school Will hold again over evil the rule.
Take heed of this advice, For with unity we will defeat."
The sorting hat gave a brief pause.
And now to explain the houses.
Kind Hufflepuff would always accept Everyone, so long as they tried their best
Clever Ravenclaw wished for her students to be With much intellect, you see
Sly Slytherin said, "The purebloods are the best for this head."
And brave Gryffindor, he did his best To prize courage above the rest
So come and put me on your head, I'll tell you which dorm will hold your bed."
And one by one, McGonagall called out names of nervous looking first years. There was a whoop from Dean when Elliot was sorted into Gryffindor.
Harry looked over at Ron.
"Starving. Get on with it, why don't they?"
It was a few moments before Dumbledore stood up and began his begin-of-term speech.
"Welcome, welcome, one and all. to start the term, I must warn you all to not enter the Forbidden Forest, for there are dangers there unbeknownst to many a student," said Dumbledore, stealing a glance at Hagrid.
"Also, the list of restricted items can be found with Mr. Filch," Dumbledore continued.
"Finally, please try to do as the sorting hat says, and take heed of its advice. for we are only strong enough to defeat together." Dumbledore's eyes trailed off.
"Let's eat!" he cried, as if just realizing that he had paused a moment.
And the plates were magically filled with many scrumptious items created by the house-elves downstairs in the kitchen: ham, turkey, yams, potatoes, sweet corn, hot rolls and so much more.
Ron and Harry dug in, while Ginny and Hermione politely reached for their food, and spread their napkins across their laps before eating. Ron and Harry were suddenly embarrassed, and followed suit with the napkins, causing Ginny and Hermione to sneak a grin at each other.
After the meal was finished and bellies were full, Ron and Hermione got up and left to lead the first years to the common room, and Harry and Ginny were left alone. As they were leaving the hall, Ginny pulled Harry aside.
"Over here." she said seriously, and Harry looked at her funny. Was she going to come onto him? Oh God, he thought that was over. besides, wasn't she with that Michael guy? No, Dean, Harry corrected himself.
But Ginny didn't seem to want anything to happen sexually, for she hadn't said a word and was leading him to a part of the castle he had never seen before, and he had the Marauder's Map.
"Here.. we're here." She said.
And Harry was astonished, for they had reached a small, circular room to which he had never been. There were 4 small windows. Harry looked close up at one, and was astounded to see what he saw.
"This can't be real!" he cried.
"It's brilliant, isn't it Harry?" said Ginny softly.
When Harry didn't answer, Ginny looked over.
"Harry?"
He looked up at her somberly, wondering what to do next.
A/N: I'm working on these getting better. They seem a bit lame. And I'm terrible at cliffhangers. The above is an attempt at a cliffhanger, just to let you know.