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Professor McGonagall strolled back into the Hall carrying a three legged stool and a rather patched and tattered wizard's hat. She placed the stool in front of the Staff Table and first years then positioned the dilapidated hat on top.
For a moment everyone in the Great Hall was watching the hat as if waiting for something to happen. Then, a rip near the brim of the hat appeared and the hat began to sing:
'A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.
Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favourites from the thong,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell you where you belong!'
The Great Hall echoed with applause as the Sorting Hat finished it's song.
"Now stand in a straight line and when I call your name you will step forward, put the hat on and sit on the stool until you are placed in a house, then you will join your house table," Professor McGonagall said while pulling out a long roll of parchment and reading out the names on it.
Goku looked around the Hall until he finally spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione. They waved at him from their seats at the Gryffindor Table, beaming at him. Ron did the thumbs up and before Goku knew it he was being called by Professor McGonagall.
"Son, Goku!"
Goku stumbled forward looking at the grubby old Sorting Hat with curiosity written all over his features. He walked up to it, picked it up and dropped in on his head before sitting down.
Complete darkness surrounded him, there was silence, and then.
"Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. "Interesting."
"Interesting, eh? Wonder what's so interesting." thought Goku, smiling to himself.
"The fact that you've got nothing in here," said the small voice, laughing.
Goku laughed to, but he was pretty sure that the whole Great Hall would think he was a bit odd and hastily turned it into a cough.
"So what's so interesting?" Goku thought, hoping the hat could hear him.
"Well."the hat said slowly. "You're part Sayajin! Sayajin's are power- hungry! I should put you in Slytherin. But you're also Brave, clever and a hard worker!"
"Put me in whatever house you think I will most benefit from."
"Then you'll be going to SLYTHERIN!"
"Well.see you later then!" Goku thought cheerfully, having no idea that Slytherin House turned out the most Dark Wizards then any other house.
Goku took off the hat and followed the cheers to the Slytherin table. As he sat down, Goku spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione and waved. In Goku's opinion, they didn't exactly look thrilled with the Sorting Hat's choice, but they waved and forced smiles anyway.
Goku turned to face his fellow Slytherins. He noticed they were all eyeing him with expressions of mild curiosity. The boy Goku met in Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, Draco Malfoy, was sitting a little way along the table deep in conversation with what looked like a pair of shaved gorillas. He watched them for a moment until he realised the Sorting was finished and the golden plates and goblets in front of him were full with all sorts of delicious things.
Goku's stomach gave a thunderous growl; many people mistook it as the outside sky and looked up at the enchanted ceiling, so without a seconds delay he grabbed everything he could reach and ate, pausing every now and then to take a swing of pumpkin juice.
After Goku had eaten as much as possible to fill his sayajin appetite, he looked up from the remains of his feast and finally noticed that there were a number of people watching him with open mouths. Blushing, he smiled and rubbed the back of his head and glanced at the Staff Table. Dumbledore was conversing with a man with grizzled, dark grey hair. His face was covered in scares and there was a large chunk of his nose missing. This was, however, only the beginning of his bizarre appearance. He had to mismatched eyes. One of them was small and beady, the other was large and round and a stunning, electric blue. It was his eyes that made him frightening.
"That's Mad-Eye Moody, he arrived while you were just finishing the last of your pudding. He's going to be our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher." said a cold drawl from behind him.
Goku spun around and came face to face with the boy from the robes shop.
"Hey Draco!" Goku said happily. "Great feast, wasn't it?"
"Hello Goku, congratulations on becoming a Slytherin," Draco said in his cold drawl, completely neglecting to answer Goku's question.
"Thanks, to bad I didn't go to Gryffindor, would have been cool to hang out with Harry, Ron and Hermione for the year, oh well. Do you know who Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger are?"
A weird expression came over Malfoys face as Goku mentioned these names. He seemed to turn, if possible, even paler.
"Yes," he said stiffly and then hastily changed the subject. "Do you like Hogwarts so far?"
"Oh yes, it is truly an amazing caste," Goku said with another smile, looking around. "I just hope I'll be able to find my classes."
"If you want," Malfoy said slowly. "Crabbe, Goyle and I could show you around?"
"Wow, thanks Draco!" Goku said, beaming at the pale faced 14 year old.
Just as Malfoy was about to reply, Albus Dumbledore (having just finished his conversation with Mad-Eye Moody) stood up to address his students with arms wide in welcome.
"Salutations! A few start of term announcements before you head off to your dormitories. "First of all, all first years should note that the forest in the grounds is out of bounds," A smile played across his lips for a moment as he looked at Fred and George. "And I think a few of the older students should take a note of that to! And Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has informed me that a few more items have been added to the list of objects forbidden inside the castle. These items include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees and Ever- banishing Boomerangs. The list now consists of four hundred and thirty- seven and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office. "It is with deepest regret that I must inform you the Quidditch House Cup will not take place this year."
The Hall erupted in loud groans, especially from Fred and George Weasley.
".Because Hogwarts will be hosting the Triwizard Tournament!" Said Dumbledore over the mumbling of the students, who abruptedly burst into applause and excited chatter. Dumbledore paused until the babble died down and continued. "For those of you who do know what the Tournament involves, please forgive me for giving a short explanation to those who don't. "Seven hundred years ago the Triwizard Tournament was first established. It includes students from the three largest European schools of wizardry - Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. The Tournament was designed to strengthen magical co-operation between countries. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions completed against each other in three magical tasks. The Tournament would occur once every 5 years and the three schools took it in turns to host it. Only when the death toll increased to such amount did the Tournament ceased."
Excited whispering erupted when Dumbledore stopped talking; few looked worried about the death toll. Dumbledore got to his feat and all talking ceased almost instantly, eager to hear more about the Tournament, students looked intently at the Headmaster.
"There have been many attempts to start the Tournament again over the centuries, but none were successful. Over the summer, our own Departments of International Magical Co-operation and Magical Games and Sports have been working tirelessly to ensure that the Tournament is successful. Minor adjustments to the rules, such as age restriction." Dumbledore was cut off but a mass breakout of groans, muttering and voices expressing great annoyance.
Dumbledore waited for the muttering to die down before continuing once more. "The age restriction is for the soul purpose of protecting younger students who might feel pressured into taking place in the tournament. 14 year olds and up will be allowed to enter the Tournament. "Also, the delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October. Now off to bed!"
Dumbledore sat down and began talking to Mad-Eye Moody immediately. The students around Goku commenced their departure, all talking excitedly to his or her friends.
"Coming Goku?" Malfoy asked, getting up from his table and walking slowly towards the Entrance Hall.
"Yeah, just a moment, I want to have a word with Harry," Goku replied, walking towards the Gryffindor table.
To Be Continued!
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Professor McGonagall strolled back into the Hall carrying a three legged stool and a rather patched and tattered wizard's hat. She placed the stool in front of the Staff Table and first years then positioned the dilapidated hat on top.
For a moment everyone in the Great Hall was watching the hat as if waiting for something to happen. Then, a rip near the brim of the hat appeared and the hat began to sing:
'A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.
Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favourites from the thong,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?
'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell you where you belong!'
The Great Hall echoed with applause as the Sorting Hat finished it's song.
"Now stand in a straight line and when I call your name you will step forward, put the hat on and sit on the stool until you are placed in a house, then you will join your house table," Professor McGonagall said while pulling out a long roll of parchment and reading out the names on it.
Goku looked around the Hall until he finally spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione. They waved at him from their seats at the Gryffindor Table, beaming at him. Ron did the thumbs up and before Goku knew it he was being called by Professor McGonagall.
"Son, Goku!"
Goku stumbled forward looking at the grubby old Sorting Hat with curiosity written all over his features. He walked up to it, picked it up and dropped in on his head before sitting down.
Complete darkness surrounded him, there was silence, and then.
"Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. "Interesting."
"Interesting, eh? Wonder what's so interesting." thought Goku, smiling to himself.
"The fact that you've got nothing in here," said the small voice, laughing.
Goku laughed to, but he was pretty sure that the whole Great Hall would think he was a bit odd and hastily turned it into a cough.
"So what's so interesting?" Goku thought, hoping the hat could hear him.
"Well."the hat said slowly. "You're part Sayajin! Sayajin's are power- hungry! I should put you in Slytherin. But you're also Brave, clever and a hard worker!"
"Put me in whatever house you think I will most benefit from."
"Then you'll be going to SLYTHERIN!"
"Well.see you later then!" Goku thought cheerfully, having no idea that Slytherin House turned out the most Dark Wizards then any other house.
Goku took off the hat and followed the cheers to the Slytherin table. As he sat down, Goku spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione and waved. In Goku's opinion, they didn't exactly look thrilled with the Sorting Hat's choice, but they waved and forced smiles anyway.
Goku turned to face his fellow Slytherins. He noticed they were all eyeing him with expressions of mild curiosity. The boy Goku met in Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, Draco Malfoy, was sitting a little way along the table deep in conversation with what looked like a pair of shaved gorillas. He watched them for a moment until he realised the Sorting was finished and the golden plates and goblets in front of him were full with all sorts of delicious things.
Goku's stomach gave a thunderous growl; many people mistook it as the outside sky and looked up at the enchanted ceiling, so without a seconds delay he grabbed everything he could reach and ate, pausing every now and then to take a swing of pumpkin juice.
After Goku had eaten as much as possible to fill his sayajin appetite, he looked up from the remains of his feast and finally noticed that there were a number of people watching him with open mouths. Blushing, he smiled and rubbed the back of his head and glanced at the Staff Table. Dumbledore was conversing with a man with grizzled, dark grey hair. His face was covered in scares and there was a large chunk of his nose missing. This was, however, only the beginning of his bizarre appearance. He had to mismatched eyes. One of them was small and beady, the other was large and round and a stunning, electric blue. It was his eyes that made him frightening.
"That's Mad-Eye Moody, he arrived while you were just finishing the last of your pudding. He's going to be our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher." said a cold drawl from behind him.
Goku spun around and came face to face with the boy from the robes shop.
"Hey Draco!" Goku said happily. "Great feast, wasn't it?"
"Hello Goku, congratulations on becoming a Slytherin," Draco said in his cold drawl, completely neglecting to answer Goku's question.
"Thanks, to bad I didn't go to Gryffindor, would have been cool to hang out with Harry, Ron and Hermione for the year, oh well. Do you know who Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger are?"
A weird expression came over Malfoys face as Goku mentioned these names. He seemed to turn, if possible, even paler.
"Yes," he said stiffly and then hastily changed the subject. "Do you like Hogwarts so far?"
"Oh yes, it is truly an amazing caste," Goku said with another smile, looking around. "I just hope I'll be able to find my classes."
"If you want," Malfoy said slowly. "Crabbe, Goyle and I could show you around?"
"Wow, thanks Draco!" Goku said, beaming at the pale faced 14 year old.
Just as Malfoy was about to reply, Albus Dumbledore (having just finished his conversation with Mad-Eye Moody) stood up to address his students with arms wide in welcome.
"Salutations! A few start of term announcements before you head off to your dormitories. "First of all, all first years should note that the forest in the grounds is out of bounds," A smile played across his lips for a moment as he looked at Fred and George. "And I think a few of the older students should take a note of that to! And Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has informed me that a few more items have been added to the list of objects forbidden inside the castle. These items include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees and Ever- banishing Boomerangs. The list now consists of four hundred and thirty- seven and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office. "It is with deepest regret that I must inform you the Quidditch House Cup will not take place this year."
The Hall erupted in loud groans, especially from Fred and George Weasley.
".Because Hogwarts will be hosting the Triwizard Tournament!" Said Dumbledore over the mumbling of the students, who abruptedly burst into applause and excited chatter. Dumbledore paused until the babble died down and continued. "For those of you who do know what the Tournament involves, please forgive me for giving a short explanation to those who don't. "Seven hundred years ago the Triwizard Tournament was first established. It includes students from the three largest European schools of wizardry - Hogwarts, Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. The Tournament was designed to strengthen magical co-operation between countries. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions completed against each other in three magical tasks. The Tournament would occur once every 5 years and the three schools took it in turns to host it. Only when the death toll increased to such amount did the Tournament ceased."
Excited whispering erupted when Dumbledore stopped talking; few looked worried about the death toll. Dumbledore got to his feat and all talking ceased almost instantly, eager to hear more about the Tournament, students looked intently at the Headmaster.
"There have been many attempts to start the Tournament again over the centuries, but none were successful. Over the summer, our own Departments of International Magical Co-operation and Magical Games and Sports have been working tirelessly to ensure that the Tournament is successful. Minor adjustments to the rules, such as age restriction." Dumbledore was cut off but a mass breakout of groans, muttering and voices expressing great annoyance.
Dumbledore waited for the muttering to die down before continuing once more. "The age restriction is for the soul purpose of protecting younger students who might feel pressured into taking place in the tournament. 14 year olds and up will be allowed to enter the Tournament. "Also, the delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will arrive in October. Now off to bed!"
Dumbledore sat down and began talking to Mad-Eye Moody immediately. The students around Goku commenced their departure, all talking excitedly to his or her friends.
"Coming Goku?" Malfoy asked, getting up from his table and walking slowly towards the Entrance Hall.
"Yeah, just a moment, I want to have a word with Harry," Goku replied, walking towards the Gryffindor table.
To Be Continued!