A/N Hey everybody! I'm finally back! This is such a boring chapter, so it
took ages to write, because its just so boring! I think I might just post
the next one right away too. :-) oohhh Dido's new album is out! If anyone
wants to give me any gifts as a sign of how much they love me feel free! ;-
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WSL - See you on Sunday, here's the song you've been waiting so much for! Oh and thank you ;-)
Secret admirer- well I write what I can, this isn't an original novel after all, so goodness knows I have to keep to the stuff in the actual books.
wolf47 - here u go! :-D
Vocis-amena - yes yes, I realise that.
Lightyearsaway - Scarily long I fear...Oh well! Thank you!
Nemo - Love your name! Thank you for the compliment :-)
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Even the boys now calmed down. And then they weren't calm at all. In fact, they were nervous wrecks. What if they really DID have to wrestle a troll? Or even worse, face a vampire, or a demon, or a werewolf.
"What if there's a werewolf?" Sirius asked James a little too loudly. Remus gulped.
"Of course not silly, its not full moon tonight!" But James looked even more worried nonetheless.
"Looked pretty full to me."
No one had time to reply, however, because at that moment the strict looking witch came back and the all followed her out of the chamber into the Great Hall of Hogwarts. Once again the first years were so in awe that their fears were momentarily forgotten and instead their minds were overrun by their senses.
Four large tables stood in the hall, and another table where the teachers sat. Above them, thousands of candles were floating in mid air. The ceiling was made to mirror the sky outside, which that night was a black velvet blanket, shimmering with stars and planets, and the moon shone so brightly, that the need for the thousand candles was scarce. The chattering that had filled their ears when they walked in now died down, as the rows of Hogwarts Pupils turned to look at the new first years. Soon the great hall was silent, and the strict witch spoke.
"I will call out your names in Alphabetical order, but now let the Sorting ceremony begin." And she gave the first years a look, which James only guessed must have been an encouraging smile.
Suddenly a hat, which was lying on a stool quite motionless, began to sing, causing several of the people right beside it to jump.
"You'll never find a hat as smart And wise and loyal as me For I'm the Hogwarts sorting hat As you will all soon see.
When all the founders were still young And full of great ambition They started searching all the land For wizards worthy of tuition
And thus the school in which you stand Far out of Muggle's reach Became each year a place in which Young wizards they would teach
But times went on, and with them died The founders of this school And unexpectedly for them I was a useful tool
So when they died, I still lived on, Continuing their duty, And sorted students into houses For all their inner beauty
The loyal and friendly wizards, who Are full of love so pure, Are Hufflepuffs, undoubtedly, And that I know for sure
Those with intelligence and wit Are drawn, no doubt to Ravenclaw Where they can fully understand And learn with but a flaw
To Slytherin I only let, The cunning wizards with ambition, So here they can congress together, Learning to fulfill their mission
The brave and noble of this clique No doubt belong in Gryffindor Where they together can achieve What the world is looking for
So place me carefully on your head, Don't worry I don't bite I'll read your mind and tell you were You'll find your peace tonight."
"Were trying on a hat?!" Exclaimed James, but hand no time to say anymore as the witch was already reading out the first name, and a girl with black hair was the first to go to the Ravenclaw table, who cheered loudly, when the hat screamed "RAVENCLAW!"
Sirius was more nervous that the whole first year put together in his opinion. He didn't want to be in Slytherin, like the rest of his family. If he was in Slytherin he might as well die now, because there would be no purpose in life. whatever happens, he can't be in Slytherin. These thoughts were swimming in his head as 'Bones, Amelia,' was sorted into Hufflepuff. When the cheers from the right died down, he heard, as if in the distance
"Black, Sirius"
He walked the green mile to the stool, sat down and carefully placed the hat on his head. He jumped.
Hhmmm. Interesting mind you have there boy. I can see that you are another Black. I've had many Blacks in my time; all the way back to Great Phineas Nigellus. But, no, you are not like him. I can see you are far more intelligent, yes, very intelligent. Ravenclaw? But no, you are also loyal, But oh my goodness you are ambitious, and a certain disregard for rules. Maybe you should go in SL...
"No!" Sirius said out loud. He could hear the people in the great hall sniggering, but he did not care, this was far too important!
"No you say? Very well, you have shown your bravery tonight. GRYFFINDOR!"
A wide smile spread on Sirius face and he stood up on the stool, still wearing the hat and did a small dance. Out of the corner of his eye he could see even Dumbledore himself was clapping. He ran to the Gryffindor table, the sorting hat squealing in his ear to put it back. Embarrassed, he skidded back to the stool just in time to give it to his cousin, who scowled at him and snatched the hat off him.
Lily couldn't help but smile at Sirius dopily running back with the hat and flashing the Professor an apologetic grin. He got an extra cheer from two identical boys, who must have been in 3rd or 4th year as he ran back. Lily was beginning to get nervous. The hat seemed to take longer with some people than with others, so what would happen if, if. what if the hat took forever with her, and she had to sit there until she died, and even then the hat wouldn't know.
"Dickson, Meretrix" who was before her was sorted into Slytherin, and next the hat was anticipating Lily's appearance as McGonagall called out her name.
"Oh, this is far too easy, I wish I had more like you, you know! Definitely a brave one - GRYFFINDOR!
And that was it. Lily heard a loud cheer as she walked to her chair, and found herself right beside a ghost. He smiled sweetly at her, and she felt rather cold.
When Remus next looked up they were onto Gudgeon, Davey who the hat took a few seconds to put into Hufflepuff. Remus clenched his hands together, and looked around. He caught James' eye and tried to smile, but ended up with a somewhat pained expression on his face. James tried, in return to look reassuring but his face was no better than Remus'.
When Frank Longbottom was sorted into Gryffindor (after about 2 minutes with the hat on) Remus looked up one last time and then made for the stool. All the teachers were watching so he didn't look up, instead staring at his feet as he walked. His hair auburn fell into his eyes so he had to flick it back, and as he did so he noticed Dumbledore giving him an encouraging smile. Full of new nerve Remus confidently placed the Sorting hat on his intricate head.
"Ah yes, I've been expecting you Remus" sad a voice in his ear. He almost jumped; he wasn't expecting the hat to talk to him! "Don't be scared dear, I'm just a hat after all! Now then, houses- Well definitely not Slytherin, that's obvious, you are quite loyal, but I think maybe Ravenclaw will be good for your mind, you are quite find of books aren't you? Yes, yes, Ravenclaw would be good. But who am I to judge? It had better be GRYFFINDOR!"
And with the alleviating words of the hat Remus walked precariously towards the Gryffindor table, receiving a few dirty looks from the Slytherins for his considerably shabby robes. James smiled weakly as he saw the boy he had shared a compartment settle down beside Sirius, who has turned out to be way cooler than James had expected him to be. Moving from one foot to the next James realised that the crowd of first years had thinned out considerably, and he was now one of the few people left.
"Pettigrew, Peter" The boy with mousey hair who had been standing just ahead of James was called forward and James knew that he was next up. He took a step forward as the hat announced to the hall the latest addition to the Gryffindor table.
His hands shaking nervously he put the hat precariously on his head. He heard, like every single Hogwarts pupil, the sweet, gentle voice of the sorting hat, and the advice to go with it. After a quick insight into his character James realised with great disappointment that there was absolutely no chance that the hat would ever put him in Gryffindor.
He was arrogant, annoying, boisterous, disliked rules, enjoyed mischief and hated authority-
"A perfect GRYFFINDOR!" Said the hat in his ear, shouting out the last word to the whole hall. James fell off the stool in shock, causing Sirius to give a whoop of laughter and knock a plate right into the forehead of the boy sitting beside him, knocking him out cold. Severus Snape seized the sorting hat from James, giving him a cold stare as he did so, and James ran over to Sirius who was flapping his arms apologetically whilst Professor McGonagall, glaring angrily at him, swished her wand at the boy who had been knocked out.
"Now please apologise to Peter, Mr Black!" She said sternly, causing Sirius to look somewhat pained, as he uttered a quick 'sorry' at the boy.
Life at Hogwarts had begun.
****
When the feast had finished and the first years were thoroughly tired, they were led by prefects to the magnificent common room, which was guarded by a portrait of a fat lady, and directed to their dormitories.
James, Sirius, Remus, Peter and Frank all made their way up the boy's spiral staircase, right to the very top, where a sign read "Gryffindor 1st year Boys" The opened the door and piled in to the room, none of them caring which bed they ended up in and thinking solely of sleep. The muttered their goodnight's sleepily to one another and each collapsed on a bed. After a few minutes light snores could be heard from the bed closest to the window, where James lay, and in the one beside him, every now and again the sound of Sirius tossing over in his sleep carried to the beds across the room in which Peter lay gurgling in his sleep, Frank muttered importantly every now and again, and Remus lay staring up at the canopy of his four poster bed. What was in store for him in the next 7 years, and indeed the rest of his life, he did not know, but in later years he realised that there was no need for him to have worried so.
***
Lily looked around her slightly smaller, but still round room. The bed in it, like in the boy's dorms had red and gold canopies and luxuriously soft crimson carpets. Lily smiled to herself, she had, not expected to meet Sirius, or for him to be horrible to her, but she just knew that her life in Hogwarts was going to be better than anything she had ever experienced.
WSL - See you on Sunday, here's the song you've been waiting so much for! Oh and thank you ;-)
Secret admirer- well I write what I can, this isn't an original novel after all, so goodness knows I have to keep to the stuff in the actual books.
wolf47 - here u go! :-D
Vocis-amena - yes yes, I realise that.
Lightyearsaway - Scarily long I fear...Oh well! Thank you!
Nemo - Love your name! Thank you for the compliment :-)
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Even the boys now calmed down. And then they weren't calm at all. In fact, they were nervous wrecks. What if they really DID have to wrestle a troll? Or even worse, face a vampire, or a demon, or a werewolf.
"What if there's a werewolf?" Sirius asked James a little too loudly. Remus gulped.
"Of course not silly, its not full moon tonight!" But James looked even more worried nonetheless.
"Looked pretty full to me."
No one had time to reply, however, because at that moment the strict looking witch came back and the all followed her out of the chamber into the Great Hall of Hogwarts. Once again the first years were so in awe that their fears were momentarily forgotten and instead their minds were overrun by their senses.
Four large tables stood in the hall, and another table where the teachers sat. Above them, thousands of candles were floating in mid air. The ceiling was made to mirror the sky outside, which that night was a black velvet blanket, shimmering with stars and planets, and the moon shone so brightly, that the need for the thousand candles was scarce. The chattering that had filled their ears when they walked in now died down, as the rows of Hogwarts Pupils turned to look at the new first years. Soon the great hall was silent, and the strict witch spoke.
"I will call out your names in Alphabetical order, but now let the Sorting ceremony begin." And she gave the first years a look, which James only guessed must have been an encouraging smile.
Suddenly a hat, which was lying on a stool quite motionless, began to sing, causing several of the people right beside it to jump.
"You'll never find a hat as smart And wise and loyal as me For I'm the Hogwarts sorting hat As you will all soon see.
When all the founders were still young And full of great ambition They started searching all the land For wizards worthy of tuition
And thus the school in which you stand Far out of Muggle's reach Became each year a place in which Young wizards they would teach
But times went on, and with them died The founders of this school And unexpectedly for them I was a useful tool
So when they died, I still lived on, Continuing their duty, And sorted students into houses For all their inner beauty
The loyal and friendly wizards, who Are full of love so pure, Are Hufflepuffs, undoubtedly, And that I know for sure
Those with intelligence and wit Are drawn, no doubt to Ravenclaw Where they can fully understand And learn with but a flaw
To Slytherin I only let, The cunning wizards with ambition, So here they can congress together, Learning to fulfill their mission
The brave and noble of this clique No doubt belong in Gryffindor Where they together can achieve What the world is looking for
So place me carefully on your head, Don't worry I don't bite I'll read your mind and tell you were You'll find your peace tonight."
"Were trying on a hat?!" Exclaimed James, but hand no time to say anymore as the witch was already reading out the first name, and a girl with black hair was the first to go to the Ravenclaw table, who cheered loudly, when the hat screamed "RAVENCLAW!"
Sirius was more nervous that the whole first year put together in his opinion. He didn't want to be in Slytherin, like the rest of his family. If he was in Slytherin he might as well die now, because there would be no purpose in life. whatever happens, he can't be in Slytherin. These thoughts were swimming in his head as 'Bones, Amelia,' was sorted into Hufflepuff. When the cheers from the right died down, he heard, as if in the distance
"Black, Sirius"
He walked the green mile to the stool, sat down and carefully placed the hat on his head. He jumped.
Hhmmm. Interesting mind you have there boy. I can see that you are another Black. I've had many Blacks in my time; all the way back to Great Phineas Nigellus. But, no, you are not like him. I can see you are far more intelligent, yes, very intelligent. Ravenclaw? But no, you are also loyal, But oh my goodness you are ambitious, and a certain disregard for rules. Maybe you should go in SL...
"No!" Sirius said out loud. He could hear the people in the great hall sniggering, but he did not care, this was far too important!
"No you say? Very well, you have shown your bravery tonight. GRYFFINDOR!"
A wide smile spread on Sirius face and he stood up on the stool, still wearing the hat and did a small dance. Out of the corner of his eye he could see even Dumbledore himself was clapping. He ran to the Gryffindor table, the sorting hat squealing in his ear to put it back. Embarrassed, he skidded back to the stool just in time to give it to his cousin, who scowled at him and snatched the hat off him.
Lily couldn't help but smile at Sirius dopily running back with the hat and flashing the Professor an apologetic grin. He got an extra cheer from two identical boys, who must have been in 3rd or 4th year as he ran back. Lily was beginning to get nervous. The hat seemed to take longer with some people than with others, so what would happen if, if. what if the hat took forever with her, and she had to sit there until she died, and even then the hat wouldn't know.
"Dickson, Meretrix" who was before her was sorted into Slytherin, and next the hat was anticipating Lily's appearance as McGonagall called out her name.
"Oh, this is far too easy, I wish I had more like you, you know! Definitely a brave one - GRYFFINDOR!
And that was it. Lily heard a loud cheer as she walked to her chair, and found herself right beside a ghost. He smiled sweetly at her, and she felt rather cold.
When Remus next looked up they were onto Gudgeon, Davey who the hat took a few seconds to put into Hufflepuff. Remus clenched his hands together, and looked around. He caught James' eye and tried to smile, but ended up with a somewhat pained expression on his face. James tried, in return to look reassuring but his face was no better than Remus'.
When Frank Longbottom was sorted into Gryffindor (after about 2 minutes with the hat on) Remus looked up one last time and then made for the stool. All the teachers were watching so he didn't look up, instead staring at his feet as he walked. His hair auburn fell into his eyes so he had to flick it back, and as he did so he noticed Dumbledore giving him an encouraging smile. Full of new nerve Remus confidently placed the Sorting hat on his intricate head.
"Ah yes, I've been expecting you Remus" sad a voice in his ear. He almost jumped; he wasn't expecting the hat to talk to him! "Don't be scared dear, I'm just a hat after all! Now then, houses- Well definitely not Slytherin, that's obvious, you are quite loyal, but I think maybe Ravenclaw will be good for your mind, you are quite find of books aren't you? Yes, yes, Ravenclaw would be good. But who am I to judge? It had better be GRYFFINDOR!"
And with the alleviating words of the hat Remus walked precariously towards the Gryffindor table, receiving a few dirty looks from the Slytherins for his considerably shabby robes. James smiled weakly as he saw the boy he had shared a compartment settle down beside Sirius, who has turned out to be way cooler than James had expected him to be. Moving from one foot to the next James realised that the crowd of first years had thinned out considerably, and he was now one of the few people left.
"Pettigrew, Peter" The boy with mousey hair who had been standing just ahead of James was called forward and James knew that he was next up. He took a step forward as the hat announced to the hall the latest addition to the Gryffindor table.
His hands shaking nervously he put the hat precariously on his head. He heard, like every single Hogwarts pupil, the sweet, gentle voice of the sorting hat, and the advice to go with it. After a quick insight into his character James realised with great disappointment that there was absolutely no chance that the hat would ever put him in Gryffindor.
He was arrogant, annoying, boisterous, disliked rules, enjoyed mischief and hated authority-
"A perfect GRYFFINDOR!" Said the hat in his ear, shouting out the last word to the whole hall. James fell off the stool in shock, causing Sirius to give a whoop of laughter and knock a plate right into the forehead of the boy sitting beside him, knocking him out cold. Severus Snape seized the sorting hat from James, giving him a cold stare as he did so, and James ran over to Sirius who was flapping his arms apologetically whilst Professor McGonagall, glaring angrily at him, swished her wand at the boy who had been knocked out.
"Now please apologise to Peter, Mr Black!" She said sternly, causing Sirius to look somewhat pained, as he uttered a quick 'sorry' at the boy.
Life at Hogwarts had begun.
****
When the feast had finished and the first years were thoroughly tired, they were led by prefects to the magnificent common room, which was guarded by a portrait of a fat lady, and directed to their dormitories.
James, Sirius, Remus, Peter and Frank all made their way up the boy's spiral staircase, right to the very top, where a sign read "Gryffindor 1st year Boys" The opened the door and piled in to the room, none of them caring which bed they ended up in and thinking solely of sleep. The muttered their goodnight's sleepily to one another and each collapsed on a bed. After a few minutes light snores could be heard from the bed closest to the window, where James lay, and in the one beside him, every now and again the sound of Sirius tossing over in his sleep carried to the beds across the room in which Peter lay gurgling in his sleep, Frank muttered importantly every now and again, and Remus lay staring up at the canopy of his four poster bed. What was in store for him in the next 7 years, and indeed the rest of his life, he did not know, but in later years he realised that there was no need for him to have worried so.
***
Lily looked around her slightly smaller, but still round room. The bed in it, like in the boy's dorms had red and gold canopies and luxuriously soft crimson carpets. Lily smiled to herself, she had, not expected to meet Sirius, or for him to be horrible to her, but she just knew that her life in Hogwarts was going to be better than anything she had ever experienced.