Ok well here goes the second chapter! Hope you like and please review!
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"Erm…H-h-hi. I'm D-Draco," he stammered, not offering his last name.
"Om Won Weeshly," the red-head said.
"I'm Harry….erm Potter. You can come in if you want. Have some sweets, too," the green-eyed boy offered.
With that Draco sat down with his two fellow first-years. The train-ride passed by quickly, with sweets, talking, and laughter.
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Then, magically, a voice came on, "We will be arriving at the train station in approximately ten minutes time. Please leave your baggage on the
train, it will be dealt with."
This was Draco's queue to leave, so he could change into his school robes. "Well, I'll be going. See you at the sorting!" He waved merrily at his
two new friends.
Entering the compartment that held the two oafs and two girls, he grabbed his robes. He was about to leave when Pansy shouted after him, "Draco,
dear, where have you been? I've missed you! You'd better not have been hanging out with the wrong crowd, like the mudbloods and muggle-lovers."
Draco muttered something incoherent, while leaving.
The Hogwarts Express pulled up to the station and students streamed out. "Fir' years! Fir' years this way!" a giant man, who towered over everyone,
shouted over the crowd. Hesitantly all of the new students shifted toward the giant. "Follo' me! Stay close now!" Leading them to fleets of boats, he
shouted again "No mor'n four to a boat! Watch your step!"
Finding Harry and Ron ambling into a boat, Draco followed and was quickly in the same boat as the other two. "Keep your hands 'n' feet 'n' anything
else INSIDE the boat!" Hagrid, the giant, warned. With that, the boats set off, "We'll be comin' in view of 'ogwarts, just 'roun' this corner." The fleet
rounded the corner and the air filled with gasps of awe. Hogwarts, in all its glory, sat before them. It sat upon a ledge of rocks, golden light streaming
out of every window.
Approaching the shore, the students got out and were met by a strict looking teacher. "Here they are, Professor," Hagrid greeted.
"Thank you, Hagrid," came her reply. "Welcome, students. I am Professor McGonagall. Follow me. Stay close." She had tight lips, to match the bun her
hair was in, she wore a black robe, with a black pointed hat.
The first years followed her into the castle and through the many corridors. Finally reaching two wooden doors. "Wait here," McGonagall commanded as
she stepped through the doors. The children talked amongst themselves.
"Fred told me that we would have to fight a mountain troll to be sorted!" exclaimed Ron, turning a pasty white color.
At this, Draco started to laugh "They- They- wouldn't *gasp* let us *gasp* fight mountain trolls!" Draco gasped for air, as Ron turned as red as his
hair and mumbled something that sounded like "I knew that."
The great doors opened again, Professor McGonagall stuck her head in. "They are ready, come with me." A nervous line of first years filed into the
Great hall. Their mouths dropped open, when their gaze fell upon the ceiling. Or in this case, what looked like the night sky outside.
"It's enchanted to look like the sky out-side. I read about it in Hogwarts, a History," a bushy haired girl whispered to another girl, as the
students came to the front of the hall. McGonagall brought out a three-legged stool, with a battered hat atop. She set it down and the hall quieted and
all eyes were focused on the hat. A rip appeared, and the hat began to sing-
"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 ught to be.
You might belong to 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 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 (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinkinh Cap!"
The hall burst into applause and McGonagall unrolled a parcment, "When I call your name, please come try on the sorting hat.
"Abbott, Hannah"
The har shouted, "Hufflepuff!"
Finally it got to "Potter, Harry" and everyone in the room quieted, as they stood, trying to get a better look at The Boy Who Lived. There was a
moment of pure silence then, "GRYFFINDOR!" errupted from the hat. The room fulled with the louest applause yet, especially the Gryffindor table.
Soon "Malfoy, Draco" was called. He walked up to the stool, picked up the hat, sat down on the stool, and jammed the hat onto his head.
"Hmmm...interesting mind. Plenty of cunning...cleverness, yes...and loyalty to your friends, courage, lots of courage. My you are a tricky one!"
"Gryffindor, please, Gryffindor," Draco thought.
"Gryffindor? Yes you would do well there. You're sure? Better be-"
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Ooops I'm sry but I've got to go! I hope you like it! Please review!
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"Erm…H-h-hi. I'm D-Draco," he stammered, not offering his last name.
"Om Won Weeshly," the red-head said.
"I'm Harry….erm Potter. You can come in if you want. Have some sweets, too," the green-eyed boy offered.
With that Draco sat down with his two fellow first-years. The train-ride passed by quickly, with sweets, talking, and laughter.
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Then, magically, a voice came on, "We will be arriving at the train station in approximately ten minutes time. Please leave your baggage on the
train, it will be dealt with."
This was Draco's queue to leave, so he could change into his school robes. "Well, I'll be going. See you at the sorting!" He waved merrily at his
two new friends.
Entering the compartment that held the two oafs and two girls, he grabbed his robes. He was about to leave when Pansy shouted after him, "Draco,
dear, where have you been? I've missed you! You'd better not have been hanging out with the wrong crowd, like the mudbloods and muggle-lovers."
Draco muttered something incoherent, while leaving.
The Hogwarts Express pulled up to the station and students streamed out. "Fir' years! Fir' years this way!" a giant man, who towered over everyone,
shouted over the crowd. Hesitantly all of the new students shifted toward the giant. "Follo' me! Stay close now!" Leading them to fleets of boats, he
shouted again "No mor'n four to a boat! Watch your step!"
Finding Harry and Ron ambling into a boat, Draco followed and was quickly in the same boat as the other two. "Keep your hands 'n' feet 'n' anything
else INSIDE the boat!" Hagrid, the giant, warned. With that, the boats set off, "We'll be comin' in view of 'ogwarts, just 'roun' this corner." The fleet
rounded the corner and the air filled with gasps of awe. Hogwarts, in all its glory, sat before them. It sat upon a ledge of rocks, golden light streaming
out of every window.
Approaching the shore, the students got out and were met by a strict looking teacher. "Here they are, Professor," Hagrid greeted.
"Thank you, Hagrid," came her reply. "Welcome, students. I am Professor McGonagall. Follow me. Stay close." She had tight lips, to match the bun her
hair was in, she wore a black robe, with a black pointed hat.
The first years followed her into the castle and through the many corridors. Finally reaching two wooden doors. "Wait here," McGonagall commanded as
she stepped through the doors. The children talked amongst themselves.
"Fred told me that we would have to fight a mountain troll to be sorted!" exclaimed Ron, turning a pasty white color.
At this, Draco started to laugh "They- They- wouldn't *gasp* let us *gasp* fight mountain trolls!" Draco gasped for air, as Ron turned as red as his
hair and mumbled something that sounded like "I knew that."
The great doors opened again, Professor McGonagall stuck her head in. "They are ready, come with me." A nervous line of first years filed into the
Great hall. Their mouths dropped open, when their gaze fell upon the ceiling. Or in this case, what looked like the night sky outside.
"It's enchanted to look like the sky out-side. I read about it in Hogwarts, a History," a bushy haired girl whispered to another girl, as the
students came to the front of the hall. McGonagall brought out a three-legged stool, with a battered hat atop. She set it down and the hall quieted and
all eyes were focused on the hat. A rip appeared, and the hat began to sing-
"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 ught to be.
You might belong to 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 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 (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinkinh Cap!"
The hall burst into applause and McGonagall unrolled a parcment, "When I call your name, please come try on the sorting hat.
"Abbott, Hannah"
The har shouted, "Hufflepuff!"
Finally it got to "Potter, Harry" and everyone in the room quieted, as they stood, trying to get a better look at The Boy Who Lived. There was a
moment of pure silence then, "GRYFFINDOR!" errupted from the hat. The room fulled with the louest applause yet, especially the Gryffindor table.
Soon "Malfoy, Draco" was called. He walked up to the stool, picked up the hat, sat down on the stool, and jammed the hat onto his head.
"Hmmm...interesting mind. Plenty of cunning...cleverness, yes...and loyalty to your friends, courage, lots of courage. My you are a tricky one!"
"Gryffindor, please, Gryffindor," Draco thought.
"Gryffindor? Yes you would do well there. You're sure? Better be-"
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Ooops I'm sry but I've got to go! I hope you like it! Please review!