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Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own Harry Potter. Read the books, then you will know whom I own and whom I don't.
"Firs' Years! Firs' Years this way!" Said the familiar voice of Harry's favorite Keeper of the Keys.
"Harry, Hermione, Ron how are yeh guys? Nice to see yehs again, oh Firs' Years! Malfoy stop pickin' on um." Hagrid was preoccupied saving the new comers to finish the conversation. Harry looked over to the carriages.
"'MIONE!! I can see them! I can see them!" Ron said, somewhat excited. He hadn't realized why yet, but everyone else had. They all looked at Harry. A knot tied into his stomach.
---
""I s'pose we're going to ride on the back of the Kacky Snorgle or whatever it is?" Ron demanded.
"The Crumple-Horner Snorkack can't fly," said Luna is a dignified voice, "but they can, and Hagrid says they're very good at finding places their riders are looking for."
Harry whirled around. Standing between two trees, their white eyes gleaming eerily, were two thestrals, watching the whispered conversation as though they understood every word.
"Yes!" he whispered, moving toward them.
---
His thoughts went straight back to Sirius. He stilled relived Sirius' final moment in his dreams almost every night. He took another look at their dragon-like faces and he got into the carriage, feeling sick to his stomach. 'If not for those damn animals then Sirius would still be alive. We wouldn't have found a way there and he would still be alive' his head screamed at him, even though he knew it wasn't true. He would have found a way there no matter what.
He felt a hand on his. He looked up and saw two big green eyes staring at him.
"Harry, It's ok, they aren't to blame," Ginny said sweetly while giving his hand a squeeze, "and neither are you. He loves you no matter where he is."
Harry felt a tear go down his face and he quickly wiped it off. In his 16 years, and never let another child see him cry and he refused to start now.
"I know Gin." He said and she let go of his hand.
He looked out the window at dark sky descending upon them. He stared up at the castle and could see his dormitory window. Someone, presumably a house elf, had lit the lanterns in their room. He smiled to himself and looked up. No one was paying attention. Hermione's head was resting in Ron's lap. Her hand was gently rubbing his knee. Ron's hands were stroking her curls and he had an expression on his face that clearly told Harry he could have sat like that forever.
Ginny and Dean were hand in hand conducting a private conversation. This couple was different than Ron and Hermione. Though Dean looked thoroughly content, Ginny's mind was somewhere else. Or on someone else.
Ginny had always had a crush on Harry, he had known this, but last year he had been informed that she was "over him". He knew this was untrue. He knew it every time she looked at him. He especially knew when she came down every morning in her black nighty and messy red locks. He remembered the first day he'd met her. She was a short girl, thin as a rail. Her hair lay flatly on her head and was as straight as it could be. He skin was lightly freckled and a little red, from blushing or a burn, and her eyes we massive in her tiny head She had wanted to meet him so badly asking her mother if she could please go on the train to see him. None of the Weasley's had known that he was listening through an open window. After saving her life second year, he had thought that his feelings were that of a brother and little sister, but then she did something he would have never expected. She grew up. She was beautiful now. Not just in the looks department, but her personality and sprouted out over the month he spent at the Dursley's. She gained confidence like he had never seen her have.
"HARRY WE'RE HERE." Hermione squealed. He bolted up, he hadn't noticed but everyone had already gotten out. He got out and walked by the winged animals. He looked over, and walked 4 steps backwards, then patted the Thestral on the neck.
"Thank you." He said to it.
---
Harry walked into the great hall and looked up to the ceiling. The bewitched site was breathtaking tonight. The sky was clear as could be with a waning moon and stars glowing brightly. He looked around and met a pair of black eyes. Cho Chang was looking right at him. She didn't smile, just stared. He quickly looked away.
"Harry over here!" He heard someone cry. He looked over and saw Seamus and Lavender sitting at the Gryffindor table. He smiled and walked over to join them. Ron and Hermione rushed in at the last minute. Quickly following the couple were the first years. they were all blushing and looking like fish out of water. Professor McGonagall led them in, holding a stool and a ratty old hat. She placed them both down in front of the line of first years. They all held their breath, until the hat started singing.
"In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barley started
The founders of our noble school
Though never to be parted;
United by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning,
To make the world's best magic school
And pass along their learning.
Gryffindor made a house for brave hearts and noble minds.
To Slytherin talent was drawn, and no muggle of any kind
In Ravenclaw, The swiftest dwelled, whose brains were always on.
Wise Hufflepuff's house was made for everyone, no matter Pros or Cons.
These four houses did wonders for the school
Postponing problems for some time,
It gave a chance to everyone, for each kid to shine.
These houses also hindered us
Splitting us this way
Our unity went into dust
Still shattered here today.
Each friend wanted leadership,
They wanted so to rule
Dueling crept from these four elders
to the entire school.
I warned you last year to unite
if we would like the school to last.
You survived another year,
still following in the paths of our past.
Learn history to change the future,
We must unite once more,
Ravenclaw must not be judgmental on poor old Hufflepuff.
Slytherin must be one with Gryffindor.
So now that you believe the truth
and our headmaster has returned
Please take this warning yet again,
And now start the sorting turns."
The great hall erupted in cheering.
"Ablander, Joana." A beautiful girl, who looked 15, with knee length black hair and red pouty lips walked up. "RAVENCLAW."
"Too bad she's only 11, eh Harry?" Seamus said over the applause. Harry couldn't help but chuckle at his friends love for the opposite sex.
"Ashley, Graham" "RAVENCLAW"
"Awalker, Marcel" "GRYFFINDOR"
"Baner, Torrin" "HUFFLEPUFF"
"Bennet, Zante" "RAVENCLAW"
"Black, Nyla." A skinny girl with blonde hair and silver eyes walked up confidently to the stool. She looked like another first year from 6 years ago who had walked up with just as much confidence and charisma. She placed the hat on her head.
"SLYTHERIN." The hat called out almost immediately, the girl looked smug as though she has been expecting it.
"Harry, doesn't she look like Malfoy?" Ron said, nudging him in the side.
"That's exactly what I was thinking. Remember when he put the..." Harry started to reply
"Sorting hat on?" Ron said, finishing his sentence. "It didn't even think about it. The hat heard the name Malfoy and had already decided."
"You idiots, that's because she is Malfoy's cousin." Hermione said in her usually know-it-all tone. "Black. Don't you get it? Remember last year at Grimmauld Place? The Black "Toujours Pur"? He's related to the Malfoy's. Pure bloods are so hard to come by that I am positive there is no other pure family of blacks. She must be Bellatrix's daughter. Or maybe Araminta's grandchild."
"What did you do? memorize it?" Ron said in awe.
"No, I just pay attention."
"Ingles, Hunter" "GRYFFINDOR
---
"Nyla, congrats," Goyle said to her, "Finally some worthy people are accepted to Slytherin.
"Thank you." She said coolly staring back at the Gryffindor table. Draco knew the look in her eye. She was entranced. He looked over to see what she was looking at, and the sight was appalling. Harry Potter.
"What the hell are you doing?" He hissed in her ear. "Starring at potter? I thought you were better than that."
"Oh shut up Draco, I hate him as much as you do, but I'm just curious. It's hard not to stare. How did he....I mean....What made him so different."
"What a dumb question, even from an 11 year old."
---
"Thomas, Mae" "RAVENCLAW."
Dean stood up cheering for his little sister. She looked upset and anxious. Ginny figured that it was because she was not in the same house as her brother.
"Stupid git of a hat, putting her in Ravenclaw. Oh well, she always was a bright one. My Rents were so thrilled when she got her letter. 'Second one in the family' they started singing around the house. Just imagine if Kalibi doesn't get in."
Ginny faked a smile. She felt like she was being watched. That ignorable feeling. She looked around and her eyes caught two silver circles. Malfoy.
"What do you want?" She mouthed to him.
"What?" He was unaware that she had noticed him staring.
"Oh nevermind." She turned back to her Dean and faked a smile once again as he picked up her hand and held it.
Disclaimer: Obviously I do not own Harry Potter. Read the books, then you will know whom I own and whom I don't.
"Firs' Years! Firs' Years this way!" Said the familiar voice of Harry's favorite Keeper of the Keys.
"Harry, Hermione, Ron how are yeh guys? Nice to see yehs again, oh Firs' Years! Malfoy stop pickin' on um." Hagrid was preoccupied saving the new comers to finish the conversation. Harry looked over to the carriages.
"'MIONE!! I can see them! I can see them!" Ron said, somewhat excited. He hadn't realized why yet, but everyone else had. They all looked at Harry. A knot tied into his stomach.
---
""I s'pose we're going to ride on the back of the Kacky Snorgle or whatever it is?" Ron demanded.
"The Crumple-Horner Snorkack can't fly," said Luna is a dignified voice, "but they can, and Hagrid says they're very good at finding places their riders are looking for."
Harry whirled around. Standing between two trees, their white eyes gleaming eerily, were two thestrals, watching the whispered conversation as though they understood every word.
"Yes!" he whispered, moving toward them.
---
His thoughts went straight back to Sirius. He stilled relived Sirius' final moment in his dreams almost every night. He took another look at their dragon-like faces and he got into the carriage, feeling sick to his stomach. 'If not for those damn animals then Sirius would still be alive. We wouldn't have found a way there and he would still be alive' his head screamed at him, even though he knew it wasn't true. He would have found a way there no matter what.
He felt a hand on his. He looked up and saw two big green eyes staring at him.
"Harry, It's ok, they aren't to blame," Ginny said sweetly while giving his hand a squeeze, "and neither are you. He loves you no matter where he is."
Harry felt a tear go down his face and he quickly wiped it off. In his 16 years, and never let another child see him cry and he refused to start now.
"I know Gin." He said and she let go of his hand.
He looked out the window at dark sky descending upon them. He stared up at the castle and could see his dormitory window. Someone, presumably a house elf, had lit the lanterns in their room. He smiled to himself and looked up. No one was paying attention. Hermione's head was resting in Ron's lap. Her hand was gently rubbing his knee. Ron's hands were stroking her curls and he had an expression on his face that clearly told Harry he could have sat like that forever.
Ginny and Dean were hand in hand conducting a private conversation. This couple was different than Ron and Hermione. Though Dean looked thoroughly content, Ginny's mind was somewhere else. Or on someone else.
Ginny had always had a crush on Harry, he had known this, but last year he had been informed that she was "over him". He knew this was untrue. He knew it every time she looked at him. He especially knew when she came down every morning in her black nighty and messy red locks. He remembered the first day he'd met her. She was a short girl, thin as a rail. Her hair lay flatly on her head and was as straight as it could be. He skin was lightly freckled and a little red, from blushing or a burn, and her eyes we massive in her tiny head She had wanted to meet him so badly asking her mother if she could please go on the train to see him. None of the Weasley's had known that he was listening through an open window. After saving her life second year, he had thought that his feelings were that of a brother and little sister, but then she did something he would have never expected. She grew up. She was beautiful now. Not just in the looks department, but her personality and sprouted out over the month he spent at the Dursley's. She gained confidence like he had never seen her have.
"HARRY WE'RE HERE." Hermione squealed. He bolted up, he hadn't noticed but everyone had already gotten out. He got out and walked by the winged animals. He looked over, and walked 4 steps backwards, then patted the Thestral on the neck.
"Thank you." He said to it.
---
Harry walked into the great hall and looked up to the ceiling. The bewitched site was breathtaking tonight. The sky was clear as could be with a waning moon and stars glowing brightly. He looked around and met a pair of black eyes. Cho Chang was looking right at him. She didn't smile, just stared. He quickly looked away.
"Harry over here!" He heard someone cry. He looked over and saw Seamus and Lavender sitting at the Gryffindor table. He smiled and walked over to join them. Ron and Hermione rushed in at the last minute. Quickly following the couple were the first years. they were all blushing and looking like fish out of water. Professor McGonagall led them in, holding a stool and a ratty old hat. She placed them both down in front of the line of first years. They all held their breath, until the hat started singing.
"In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barley started
The founders of our noble school
Though never to be parted;
United by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning,
To make the world's best magic school
And pass along their learning.
Gryffindor made a house for brave hearts and noble minds.
To Slytherin talent was drawn, and no muggle of any kind
In Ravenclaw, The swiftest dwelled, whose brains were always on.
Wise Hufflepuff's house was made for everyone, no matter Pros or Cons.
These four houses did wonders for the school
Postponing problems for some time,
It gave a chance to everyone, for each kid to shine.
These houses also hindered us
Splitting us this way
Our unity went into dust
Still shattered here today.
Each friend wanted leadership,
They wanted so to rule
Dueling crept from these four elders
to the entire school.
I warned you last year to unite
if we would like the school to last.
You survived another year,
still following in the paths of our past.
Learn history to change the future,
We must unite once more,
Ravenclaw must not be judgmental on poor old Hufflepuff.
Slytherin must be one with Gryffindor.
So now that you believe the truth
and our headmaster has returned
Please take this warning yet again,
And now start the sorting turns."
The great hall erupted in cheering.
"Ablander, Joana." A beautiful girl, who looked 15, with knee length black hair and red pouty lips walked up. "RAVENCLAW."
"Too bad she's only 11, eh Harry?" Seamus said over the applause. Harry couldn't help but chuckle at his friends love for the opposite sex.
"Ashley, Graham" "RAVENCLAW"
"Awalker, Marcel" "GRYFFINDOR"
"Baner, Torrin" "HUFFLEPUFF"
"Bennet, Zante" "RAVENCLAW"
"Black, Nyla." A skinny girl with blonde hair and silver eyes walked up confidently to the stool. She looked like another first year from 6 years ago who had walked up with just as much confidence and charisma. She placed the hat on her head.
"SLYTHERIN." The hat called out almost immediately, the girl looked smug as though she has been expecting it.
"Harry, doesn't she look like Malfoy?" Ron said, nudging him in the side.
"That's exactly what I was thinking. Remember when he put the..." Harry started to reply
"Sorting hat on?" Ron said, finishing his sentence. "It didn't even think about it. The hat heard the name Malfoy and had already decided."
"You idiots, that's because she is Malfoy's cousin." Hermione said in her usually know-it-all tone. "Black. Don't you get it? Remember last year at Grimmauld Place? The Black "Toujours Pur"? He's related to the Malfoy's. Pure bloods are so hard to come by that I am positive there is no other pure family of blacks. She must be Bellatrix's daughter. Or maybe Araminta's grandchild."
"What did you do? memorize it?" Ron said in awe.
"No, I just pay attention."
"Ingles, Hunter" "GRYFFINDOR
---
"Nyla, congrats," Goyle said to her, "Finally some worthy people are accepted to Slytherin.
"Thank you." She said coolly staring back at the Gryffindor table. Draco knew the look in her eye. She was entranced. He looked over to see what she was looking at, and the sight was appalling. Harry Potter.
"What the hell are you doing?" He hissed in her ear. "Starring at potter? I thought you were better than that."
"Oh shut up Draco, I hate him as much as you do, but I'm just curious. It's hard not to stare. How did he....I mean....What made him so different."
"What a dumb question, even from an 11 year old."
---
"Thomas, Mae" "RAVENCLAW."
Dean stood up cheering for his little sister. She looked upset and anxious. Ginny figured that it was because she was not in the same house as her brother.
"Stupid git of a hat, putting her in Ravenclaw. Oh well, she always was a bright one. My Rents were so thrilled when she got her letter. 'Second one in the family' they started singing around the house. Just imagine if Kalibi doesn't get in."
Ginny faked a smile. She felt like she was being watched. That ignorable feeling. She looked around and her eyes caught two silver circles. Malfoy.
"What do you want?" She mouthed to him.
"What?" He was unaware that she had noticed him staring.
"Oh nevermind." She turned back to her Dean and faked a smile once again as he picked up her hand and held it.