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Chapter One: I've Got a Letter, Professor!
The sun shone through the window of the Utonium home, waking the previously asleep Powerpuff Girls. But these are not the girls you know. The Powerpuff Girls are now eleven years old! Blossom got up immediately, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. After that she came back into the room to brush her hair. Suddenly, a handsome tawny owl carrying a letter hit her window and slid down slowly. Blossom gasped and quickly zoomed out the front door to catch it. Handling it as though it was made of glass, she carried it into the house. 'PROFESSOR!!!' she screamed, waking everybody up. Professor Utonium came dashing out of his bedroom, still in a bathrobe. 'Look! I found an owl! It was carrying a letter, and it hit the window, and then I went out to catch it, and I think it's still unconscious. Aren't owls supposed to be nocturnal?'
She said this all very fast.
'Hmm.' said the Professor, taking it and examining it. 'Well, I think it'll be fine if-Oh! It's awake!' The owl had suddenly opened its eyes. It flew up again, dropped a letter onto Blossom's head, and flew out the open front door.
'WHERE? WHERE IS IT?' screeched Bubbles, coming down the stairs, Buttercup close behind her. 'I've never seen an owl before? Where is it, Professor?!'
'It flew away, sweetheart,' said the Professor.
Blossom took the letter off her head. It was addressed, Blossom Utonium, The Girls' Bedroom, 56 Townsville Way, Townsville, California. It was written on heavy parchment. Blossom turned it over. There was a wax seal bearing a coat of arms: A lion, snake, badger and eagle surrounding a large letter 'H'. Blossom broke the seal just as another owl, a snowy one, flew in and dropped a letter on Bubbles's head. Before Bubbles could even read the address, a barn owl flew in the still-open front door and dropped another letter on to Buttercup's head. Bubbles and Buttercup took their letters off their heads and broke the wax seals. Blossom was already reading her letter. When she finished, 'This has got to be a joke. There is no such THING as witchcraft!'
'Well, Bubbles's and my letters say that we've been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry too,' said Buttercup, peering over at Bubbles's letter. 'What a coincidence, eh?' she said, smirking at Blossom.
'Well, the chances of three owls delivering letters about us getting accepted into magic schools are. three million, sixty-five thousand to one,' said Blossom. 'What are the chances of that happening?'
'Three million, sixty-five thousand.'
'Oh, shut up.'
'First-year students will require: Three sets of plain work robes (black).' read Bubbles. 'Yeah, whatever. Professor, do you think we should take this seriously?'
'Well Blossom, if the chances are that remote, but it happened, I guess it must be true,' said the Professor. 'So, yes, Blossom, I suggest that you should take this seriously.'
'So what should we do now?'
'Well,' said the Professor, 'I suppose we should go and get your school stuff.'
'YAY! We're going shopping!' cried Bubbles, jumping up and down.
'Now?' said Blossom incredulously.
'Well, when does term start?'
'September the first.'
'My goodness, that's two weeks from now! So we must leave in. say, half an hour,' said the Professor, checking his watch. 'Better go and get ready.'
The girls trooped upstairs to change, and came down five minutes later, all ready, with backpacks slung over their shoulders to carry their stuff.
'That was fast,' commented the Professor. 'Well, I'm ready, too. Let's go.'
* * * * *
They arrived in London an hour later, the girls having carried the Professor across the ocean, which terrified him out of his wits. They walked around, the Professor still weak at the knees, looking for a shop that sold all the stuff they required. Suddenly Bubbles said,' Hey! Look! The Leaky Cauldron! It says, 'Entrance to Diagon Alley for Hogwarts school things here!' Let's go inside!'
They stepped inside the Leaky Cauldron and asked the innkeeper, Tom, where the entrance to Diagon Alley was. Tom took them out the back door and tapped a brick with what looked suspiciously like a wooden wand, which opened an archway to Diagon Alley. Tom told them to go to Gringotts first, to exchange their 'Muggle' money for wizard money. I wonder what a Muggle is? Thought Blossom, looking around and spotting a large white building, Gringotts. Blossom pulled her sisters, the Professor following, through the bronze and silver doors, and walking up to the EXCHANGE counter where they exchanged their money for Golden Galleons, Silver Sickles and Bronze Knuts. They went outside Gringotts and into Madam Malkins' Robes for All Occasions for their uniforms, then went to get their potion ingredients, telescopes, cauldrons, and books. Then they stepped into Ollivander's for their wands. Blossom got 'Maple and phoenix feather, nine and a half inches', Bubbles got 'Holly and unicorn hair, nine inches', and Buttercup got 'Ash and dragon heartstring, ten inches'. They left Ollivander's, went back inside the Leaky Cauldron, and onto the crowded London street outside the pub, and went back home, using the same method they used getting to London, which, again, terrified the Professor out of his wits. He was still shaking when he opened the front door. The girls zoomed up to their bedroom to examine their school things. Blossom read each of her school books thoroughly until she had them all learnt off by heart, Bubbles was enjoying waving her wand and watching red and gold sparks come out of it, and Buttercup was examining her potion ingredients. This continued until nighttime when they all fell asleep at ten, Blossom still holding The Standard Book of Spells, Grade One, and Bubbles still clutching her wand. The Professor tucked them all into bed.
* * * * *
Two weeks later, Blossom had gone through all her school things, tried on all her robes again to make sure they fit, tested her wand by waving it a little, and the like. Bubbles hadn't learnt all the set books off by heart, but she knew for a fact that her wand was definitely still working. Buttercup had made sure she had a full set of Potions ingredients and also tested her wand to make sure it was still working, and it was. They went through their letters again, and each of them found ticket in there they hadn't noticed before, which stated that the Hogwarts Express would be departing at eleven a.m. from platform nine and three-quarters at King's Cross in London, which meant that they would be going by themselves, since the Professor refused to let himself be carried across the ocean to London, but made the girls promise to send letters regularly, having bought each of them an owl. Blossom a tawny one, Bubbles a snowy one, and Buttercup a barn owl. (The same kinds of owls who brought their letters..)
Having gotten to King's Cross and dumped each of their bags on separate trolleys, they wondered how to get onto platform nine and three- quarters. Suddenly they heard someone saying, '-always the same, packed with Muggles-'
Muggles? They looked over. The speaker was a plump, short, red-haired woman, with four boys with the same red hair following her. They were each pushing a trunk like theirs' in front of them- and they had an owl. The girls watched three of the boys vanish into thin air, saw another boy with jet-black hair going up to them, apparently asking how to get onto the platform. The girls watched the boy closely and saw him run straight into the barrier between platforms nine and ten, and vanish into the wall. The girls understood and waited for the last red-haired boy to get onto the platform, then followed him through. A train, the Hogwarts Express, was waiting for them. They dumped their trunks in an empty compartment and sat down. They heard footsteps, and the boy with the jet-black hair and the one with bright red hair came in. 'Anyone sitting there? Everywhere else is full.' Said the boy with the red hair. The girls shook their heads and they sat down. They boy with the dark hair introduced himself as Harry Potter and the boy with red hair was Ron Weasley. The girls told the boys that they were Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup Utonium, when a girl with bushy brown hair came in and asked if she could sit down. They nodded and she sat down beside the boys opposite the girls. 'I'm Hermione Granger,' she said. They introduced themselves again and Hermione said to Harry, 'Are you really Harry Potter? I got a few extra books for background reading and you're in Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts.' Harry nodded. When Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup introduced themselves Hermione gasped and said, 'You're the Powerpuff Girls, right? I've read all about you! You have sup--' she was cut off by Buttercup clapping a hand to her mouth and leading her outside, followed by Blossom and Bubbles. Once they were outside, Buttercup removed her hand. 'Why'd you do that?' asked Hermione.
'We don't want the boys to know that yet. Let's surprise them!' said Bubbles.
Hermione nodded and went back in the compartment, closely followed by the girls. Buttercup grinned at the boys in a way that said, 'Don't ask.'
So they didn't. How obedient they are.
The sky was getting darker. The train was slowing down. A voice said, 'We are approaching our destination. Please leave your baggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately.'
They quickly pulled on their robes as the train came to a halt. They got off the train and heard, 'Firs'-years over 'ere.Firs'-years over 'ere.' They followed the sound of the voice and were greeted by a giant of a man with beetle-black eyes and wearing a moleskin overcoat. 'No more'n four to a boat!' he called. The girls, including Hermione, got into one boat and Harry and Ron got into another. 'Right,' said the giant, when everyone had a boat, 'FORWARD!' he yelled, and the boats, all following his, sped off towards the castle.
Everyone got off the boats and followed the giant, who strode up to a set of double doors and knocked three times. A severe-looking woman with her hair tied up in a bun opened the doors. 'The firs'-years, Professor McGonagall,' said the giant.
'Thank you, Hagrid. Follow me, first-years,' she said, and they followed her. She led them into an empty chamber off the hall. 'Welcome to Hogwarts. I am Professor McGonagall. In a few moments you will be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble founder. While you are at Hogwarts, your house will be something like your family. You will spend free time in your house common room. Your triumphs will earn you house points, while any rule-breaking will lose points. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house is yours.'
'Please wait here for a minute.'
McGonagall left the chamber. Everyone immediately began whispering excitedly. 'How exactly do they sort us into houses?' Harry asked Ron.
'Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking.'
A test? In front of the whole school? But none of them knew any magic yet.meanwhile, Hermione was whispering excitedly to Blossom about all the spells she'd learnt and wondering which one she'd need.
Suddenly several people screamed. Everyone spun round to see what the fuss was all about and promptly gasped.
Several pearly-white ghosts had drifted through the wall. One of them, a fat little monk, was saying, 'Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance-'
'My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name, you know, and- I say, what are you all doing here?' A ghost with a ruff had just spotted them. No one replied.
'First-years!' said the ghost, smiling at them. 'About to be sorted into houses, I suppose?'
Several people nodded mutely.
'Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!' said the Fat Friar. 'My old house, you know.'
Professor McGonagall came into the room. 'Come along, now,' she said. 'Follow me.' The ghosts drifted away through the opposite wall. 'Form a line, and follow me.' Said McGonagall.
She led them into the Great Hall where thousands of candles were floating in mid-air above five tables. There was a three-legged stool with a patched, frayed and very old hat perched on top of it. McGonagall led the first-years right up to it and sat down in her own seat at the top table. A rip near the brim of the hat opened wide and 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 ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors 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 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 Thinking Cap!
Everybody clapped. Ron whispered, 'So we've just got to try on the hat! I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll.'
Professor McGonagall stepped up to the first-years. 'When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted,' she said. 'Abbott, Hannah!'
A girl with curly hair nervously walked up to the stool and placed the Hat on her head. The hat shouted, 'HUFFLEPUFF!'
The table in the left corner of the hall clapped as Hannah Abbott joined their table.
'Brocklehurst, Mandy!'
'HUFFLEPUFF!'
Slowly, the line of first-years thinned. 'Granger, Hermione!' called McGonagall.
Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head.
'GRYFFINDOR!' shouted the hat. The Gryffindor table clapped as Hermione joined them at their table.
More first-years.
'Potter, Harry!'
As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the Great Hall.
Harry sat down and placed the hat on his head.
'GRYFFINDOR!'
Hermione looked very happy as she applauded Harry.
Still more first-years.
'Utonium, Blossom!'
Blossom walked to the stool and put on the Hat.
'GRYFFINDOR!'
'Utonium, Bubbles!'
Bubbles almost flew to the stool, but Buttercup grabbed her hand and glared at her. Bubbles grinned sheepishly and walked to the stool, and put on the Sorting Hat.
'GRYFFINDOR!'
'Utonium, Buttercup!'
'GRYFFINDOR!'
Buttercup joined the Gryffindors and waited eagerly for Ron to be sorted.
'Weasley, Ronald!'
'GRYFFINDOR!' shouted the hat.
Ron joined the table and waited for the others to be sorted.
Finally, with 'Whitby, Kevin!' ('HUFFLEPUFF!') the Sorting ended.
McGonagall carried the stool and Hat away and sat back down in her seat at the teacher's table.
The Headmaster, Dumbledore, stood up and said, in a deep voice that carried around the Hall, 'I have a few words to say to you before we begin our excellent feast. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!'
'Thank you!'
Blossom raised an eyebrow.
Ron had already dug into his food, which had magically appeared on golden plates in front of them.
They ate a scrumptious feast and followed a Prefect, Ron's brother Percy, to the Gryffindor common room.
'Password?' asked the portrait of a fat lady.
'Fortuna Major,' said Percy, and they climbed through the portrait hole.
Everyone went up to their dormitories and fell asleep.
Well, there it is! First chapter done! This is my first fanfic so don't criticize me too much, okay? REVIEW!!! I will not write the second chapter until I have at least 2 reviews from different people! (I don't expect much, do I?)
Chapter One: I've Got a Letter, Professor!
The sun shone through the window of the Utonium home, waking the previously asleep Powerpuff Girls. But these are not the girls you know. The Powerpuff Girls are now eleven years old! Blossom got up immediately, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. After that she came back into the room to brush her hair. Suddenly, a handsome tawny owl carrying a letter hit her window and slid down slowly. Blossom gasped and quickly zoomed out the front door to catch it. Handling it as though it was made of glass, she carried it into the house. 'PROFESSOR!!!' she screamed, waking everybody up. Professor Utonium came dashing out of his bedroom, still in a bathrobe. 'Look! I found an owl! It was carrying a letter, and it hit the window, and then I went out to catch it, and I think it's still unconscious. Aren't owls supposed to be nocturnal?'
She said this all very fast.
'Hmm.' said the Professor, taking it and examining it. 'Well, I think it'll be fine if-Oh! It's awake!' The owl had suddenly opened its eyes. It flew up again, dropped a letter onto Blossom's head, and flew out the open front door.
'WHERE? WHERE IS IT?' screeched Bubbles, coming down the stairs, Buttercup close behind her. 'I've never seen an owl before? Where is it, Professor?!'
'It flew away, sweetheart,' said the Professor.
Blossom took the letter off her head. It was addressed, Blossom Utonium, The Girls' Bedroom, 56 Townsville Way, Townsville, California. It was written on heavy parchment. Blossom turned it over. There was a wax seal bearing a coat of arms: A lion, snake, badger and eagle surrounding a large letter 'H'. Blossom broke the seal just as another owl, a snowy one, flew in and dropped a letter on Bubbles's head. Before Bubbles could even read the address, a barn owl flew in the still-open front door and dropped another letter on to Buttercup's head. Bubbles and Buttercup took their letters off their heads and broke the wax seals. Blossom was already reading her letter. When she finished, 'This has got to be a joke. There is no such THING as witchcraft!'
'Well, Bubbles's and my letters say that we've been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry too,' said Buttercup, peering over at Bubbles's letter. 'What a coincidence, eh?' she said, smirking at Blossom.
'Well, the chances of three owls delivering letters about us getting accepted into magic schools are. three million, sixty-five thousand to one,' said Blossom. 'What are the chances of that happening?'
'Three million, sixty-five thousand.'
'Oh, shut up.'
'First-year students will require: Three sets of plain work robes (black).' read Bubbles. 'Yeah, whatever. Professor, do you think we should take this seriously?'
'Well Blossom, if the chances are that remote, but it happened, I guess it must be true,' said the Professor. 'So, yes, Blossom, I suggest that you should take this seriously.'
'So what should we do now?'
'Well,' said the Professor, 'I suppose we should go and get your school stuff.'
'YAY! We're going shopping!' cried Bubbles, jumping up and down.
'Now?' said Blossom incredulously.
'Well, when does term start?'
'September the first.'
'My goodness, that's two weeks from now! So we must leave in. say, half an hour,' said the Professor, checking his watch. 'Better go and get ready.'
The girls trooped upstairs to change, and came down five minutes later, all ready, with backpacks slung over their shoulders to carry their stuff.
'That was fast,' commented the Professor. 'Well, I'm ready, too. Let's go.'
* * * * *
They arrived in London an hour later, the girls having carried the Professor across the ocean, which terrified him out of his wits. They walked around, the Professor still weak at the knees, looking for a shop that sold all the stuff they required. Suddenly Bubbles said,' Hey! Look! The Leaky Cauldron! It says, 'Entrance to Diagon Alley for Hogwarts school things here!' Let's go inside!'
They stepped inside the Leaky Cauldron and asked the innkeeper, Tom, where the entrance to Diagon Alley was. Tom took them out the back door and tapped a brick with what looked suspiciously like a wooden wand, which opened an archway to Diagon Alley. Tom told them to go to Gringotts first, to exchange their 'Muggle' money for wizard money. I wonder what a Muggle is? Thought Blossom, looking around and spotting a large white building, Gringotts. Blossom pulled her sisters, the Professor following, through the bronze and silver doors, and walking up to the EXCHANGE counter where they exchanged their money for Golden Galleons, Silver Sickles and Bronze Knuts. They went outside Gringotts and into Madam Malkins' Robes for All Occasions for their uniforms, then went to get their potion ingredients, telescopes, cauldrons, and books. Then they stepped into Ollivander's for their wands. Blossom got 'Maple and phoenix feather, nine and a half inches', Bubbles got 'Holly and unicorn hair, nine inches', and Buttercup got 'Ash and dragon heartstring, ten inches'. They left Ollivander's, went back inside the Leaky Cauldron, and onto the crowded London street outside the pub, and went back home, using the same method they used getting to London, which, again, terrified the Professor out of his wits. He was still shaking when he opened the front door. The girls zoomed up to their bedroom to examine their school things. Blossom read each of her school books thoroughly until she had them all learnt off by heart, Bubbles was enjoying waving her wand and watching red and gold sparks come out of it, and Buttercup was examining her potion ingredients. This continued until nighttime when they all fell asleep at ten, Blossom still holding The Standard Book of Spells, Grade One, and Bubbles still clutching her wand. The Professor tucked them all into bed.
* * * * *
Two weeks later, Blossom had gone through all her school things, tried on all her robes again to make sure they fit, tested her wand by waving it a little, and the like. Bubbles hadn't learnt all the set books off by heart, but she knew for a fact that her wand was definitely still working. Buttercup had made sure she had a full set of Potions ingredients and also tested her wand to make sure it was still working, and it was. They went through their letters again, and each of them found ticket in there they hadn't noticed before, which stated that the Hogwarts Express would be departing at eleven a.m. from platform nine and three-quarters at King's Cross in London, which meant that they would be going by themselves, since the Professor refused to let himself be carried across the ocean to London, but made the girls promise to send letters regularly, having bought each of them an owl. Blossom a tawny one, Bubbles a snowy one, and Buttercup a barn owl. (The same kinds of owls who brought their letters..)
Having gotten to King's Cross and dumped each of their bags on separate trolleys, they wondered how to get onto platform nine and three- quarters. Suddenly they heard someone saying, '-always the same, packed with Muggles-'
Muggles? They looked over. The speaker was a plump, short, red-haired woman, with four boys with the same red hair following her. They were each pushing a trunk like theirs' in front of them- and they had an owl. The girls watched three of the boys vanish into thin air, saw another boy with jet-black hair going up to them, apparently asking how to get onto the platform. The girls watched the boy closely and saw him run straight into the barrier between platforms nine and ten, and vanish into the wall. The girls understood and waited for the last red-haired boy to get onto the platform, then followed him through. A train, the Hogwarts Express, was waiting for them. They dumped their trunks in an empty compartment and sat down. They heard footsteps, and the boy with the jet-black hair and the one with bright red hair came in. 'Anyone sitting there? Everywhere else is full.' Said the boy with the red hair. The girls shook their heads and they sat down. They boy with the dark hair introduced himself as Harry Potter and the boy with red hair was Ron Weasley. The girls told the boys that they were Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup Utonium, when a girl with bushy brown hair came in and asked if she could sit down. They nodded and she sat down beside the boys opposite the girls. 'I'm Hermione Granger,' she said. They introduced themselves again and Hermione said to Harry, 'Are you really Harry Potter? I got a few extra books for background reading and you're in Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts.' Harry nodded. When Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup introduced themselves Hermione gasped and said, 'You're the Powerpuff Girls, right? I've read all about you! You have sup--' she was cut off by Buttercup clapping a hand to her mouth and leading her outside, followed by Blossom and Bubbles. Once they were outside, Buttercup removed her hand. 'Why'd you do that?' asked Hermione.
'We don't want the boys to know that yet. Let's surprise them!' said Bubbles.
Hermione nodded and went back in the compartment, closely followed by the girls. Buttercup grinned at the boys in a way that said, 'Don't ask.'
So they didn't. How obedient they are.
The sky was getting darker. The train was slowing down. A voice said, 'We are approaching our destination. Please leave your baggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately.'
They quickly pulled on their robes as the train came to a halt. They got off the train and heard, 'Firs'-years over 'ere.Firs'-years over 'ere.' They followed the sound of the voice and were greeted by a giant of a man with beetle-black eyes and wearing a moleskin overcoat. 'No more'n four to a boat!' he called. The girls, including Hermione, got into one boat and Harry and Ron got into another. 'Right,' said the giant, when everyone had a boat, 'FORWARD!' he yelled, and the boats, all following his, sped off towards the castle.
Everyone got off the boats and followed the giant, who strode up to a set of double doors and knocked three times. A severe-looking woman with her hair tied up in a bun opened the doors. 'The firs'-years, Professor McGonagall,' said the giant.
'Thank you, Hagrid. Follow me, first-years,' she said, and they followed her. She led them into an empty chamber off the hall. 'Welcome to Hogwarts. I am Professor McGonagall. In a few moments you will be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble founder. While you are at Hogwarts, your house will be something like your family. You will spend free time in your house common room. Your triumphs will earn you house points, while any rule-breaking will lose points. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house is yours.'
'Please wait here for a minute.'
McGonagall left the chamber. Everyone immediately began whispering excitedly. 'How exactly do they sort us into houses?' Harry asked Ron.
'Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking.'
A test? In front of the whole school? But none of them knew any magic yet.meanwhile, Hermione was whispering excitedly to Blossom about all the spells she'd learnt and wondering which one she'd need.
Suddenly several people screamed. Everyone spun round to see what the fuss was all about and promptly gasped.
Several pearly-white ghosts had drifted through the wall. One of them, a fat little monk, was saying, 'Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance-'
'My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name, you know, and- I say, what are you all doing here?' A ghost with a ruff had just spotted them. No one replied.
'First-years!' said the ghost, smiling at them. 'About to be sorted into houses, I suppose?'
Several people nodded mutely.
'Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!' said the Fat Friar. 'My old house, you know.'
Professor McGonagall came into the room. 'Come along, now,' she said. 'Follow me.' The ghosts drifted away through the opposite wall. 'Form a line, and follow me.' Said McGonagall.
She led them into the Great Hall where thousands of candles were floating in mid-air above five tables. There was a three-legged stool with a patched, frayed and very old hat perched on top of it. McGonagall led the first-years right up to it and sat down in her own seat at the top table. A rip near the brim of the hat opened wide and 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 ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors 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 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 Thinking Cap!
Everybody clapped. Ron whispered, 'So we've just got to try on the hat! I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll.'
Professor McGonagall stepped up to the first-years. 'When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted,' she said. 'Abbott, Hannah!'
A girl with curly hair nervously walked up to the stool and placed the Hat on her head. The hat shouted, 'HUFFLEPUFF!'
The table in the left corner of the hall clapped as Hannah Abbott joined their table.
'Brocklehurst, Mandy!'
'HUFFLEPUFF!'
Slowly, the line of first-years thinned. 'Granger, Hermione!' called McGonagall.
Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head.
'GRYFFINDOR!' shouted the hat. The Gryffindor table clapped as Hermione joined them at their table.
More first-years.
'Potter, Harry!'
As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the Great Hall.
Harry sat down and placed the hat on his head.
'GRYFFINDOR!'
Hermione looked very happy as she applauded Harry.
Still more first-years.
'Utonium, Blossom!'
Blossom walked to the stool and put on the Hat.
'GRYFFINDOR!'
'Utonium, Bubbles!'
Bubbles almost flew to the stool, but Buttercup grabbed her hand and glared at her. Bubbles grinned sheepishly and walked to the stool, and put on the Sorting Hat.
'GRYFFINDOR!'
'Utonium, Buttercup!'
'GRYFFINDOR!'
Buttercup joined the Gryffindors and waited eagerly for Ron to be sorted.
'Weasley, Ronald!'
'GRYFFINDOR!' shouted the hat.
Ron joined the table and waited for the others to be sorted.
Finally, with 'Whitby, Kevin!' ('HUFFLEPUFF!') the Sorting ended.
McGonagall carried the stool and Hat away and sat back down in her seat at the teacher's table.
The Headmaster, Dumbledore, stood up and said, in a deep voice that carried around the Hall, 'I have a few words to say to you before we begin our excellent feast. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!'
'Thank you!'
Blossom raised an eyebrow.
Ron had already dug into his food, which had magically appeared on golden plates in front of them.
They ate a scrumptious feast and followed a Prefect, Ron's brother Percy, to the Gryffindor common room.
'Password?' asked the portrait of a fat lady.
'Fortuna Major,' said Percy, and they climbed through the portrait hole.
Everyone went up to their dormitories and fell asleep.
Well, there it is! First chapter done! This is my first fanfic so don't criticize me too much, okay? REVIEW!!! I will not write the second chapter until I have at least 2 reviews from different people! (I don't expect much, do I?)