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A/N: Thanks to Raose and jessiebear…they helped A LOT. This is kinda the part that explains what the story will be about.
The Sorting Hat
As soon as Harry, Ron and Hermoine boarded the Hogwarts Express they were greeted by Neville. For once Neville's toad, Trevor, wasn't lost and the group started the journey without any mishaps. Then, an hour into the ride, Draco and his entourage entered Harry's compartment. Harry stood up, ready to fight off the threesome.
"Well, well, if it isn't the perfect prefect group. I expected you to be reading or something. But maybe you haven't had enough time to teach little Weasel here how." Draco smirked.
"Well, well. If it isn't the grease ball and is two baboon friends." Harry retorted.
"Yeah!" Ron added, getting a look from Hermoine. Nobody noticed that Ginny had quietly entered the room.
"If anybody needs to learn how to read Draco, it's your two friends, dumb and dumber." Ginny said.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Neville shouted, pointing his wand at Goyle. Goyle was lifted up over Draco and Crabbe and all of the sudden Draco and Crabbe were pinned to the ground trying to breath. Once Goyle rolled off his friends everyone turned to Neville, dumbstruck.
"Well done Neville." Hermoine simply stated.
"Well done? More like wow!!" Ron exclaimed. "It is a miracle that he could even lift up the giant swine, more or less control him."
"And for the record, swine means pig." Ginny finished as the trio left the compartment. The group started laughing uncontrollably until it was time to change into there robes. They got off the train and went into the Great Hall to start the feast.
The group sat down and turned towards the nervous first year. The sorting hat was placed on the stool and started its annual story.
Dark times have returned
You'd think people would have learned
That evil is not the reason of life
Evil is the heart of death
The under stander's shall combine
To create and army of the divine
The Boy-who-Lived shall be the one
To make sure none seek merely fun
Be careful of who you accept
Not all are what you expect
Most would die
But some will spy
Keep a watchful eye
To all those confused
Don't be bemused
Your time will come
Now I am done
"Well that was a bit odd." Ron said and continued to stuff his face with food. Harry and Hermoine exchanged looks and silently agreed to talk about it in the confines of the Common Room.
A/N: Thanks to Raose and jessiebear…they helped A LOT. This is kinda the part that explains what the story will be about.
The Sorting Hat
As soon as Harry, Ron and Hermoine boarded the Hogwarts Express they were greeted by Neville. For once Neville's toad, Trevor, wasn't lost and the group started the journey without any mishaps. Then, an hour into the ride, Draco and his entourage entered Harry's compartment. Harry stood up, ready to fight off the threesome.
"Well, well, if it isn't the perfect prefect group. I expected you to be reading or something. But maybe you haven't had enough time to teach little Weasel here how." Draco smirked.
"Well, well. If it isn't the grease ball and is two baboon friends." Harry retorted.
"Yeah!" Ron added, getting a look from Hermoine. Nobody noticed that Ginny had quietly entered the room.
"If anybody needs to learn how to read Draco, it's your two friends, dumb and dumber." Ginny said.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Neville shouted, pointing his wand at Goyle. Goyle was lifted up over Draco and Crabbe and all of the sudden Draco and Crabbe were pinned to the ground trying to breath. Once Goyle rolled off his friends everyone turned to Neville, dumbstruck.
"Well done Neville." Hermoine simply stated.
"Well done? More like wow!!" Ron exclaimed. "It is a miracle that he could even lift up the giant swine, more or less control him."
"And for the record, swine means pig." Ginny finished as the trio left the compartment. The group started laughing uncontrollably until it was time to change into there robes. They got off the train and went into the Great Hall to start the feast.
The group sat down and turned towards the nervous first year. The sorting hat was placed on the stool and started its annual story.
Dark times have returned
You'd think people would have learned
That evil is not the reason of life
Evil is the heart of death
The under stander's shall combine
To create and army of the divine
The Boy-who-Lived shall be the one
To make sure none seek merely fun
Be careful of who you accept
Not all are what you expect
Most would die
But some will spy
Keep a watchful eye
To all those confused
Don't be bemused
Your time will come
Now I am done
"Well that was a bit odd." Ron said and continued to stuff his face with food. Harry and Hermoine exchanged looks and silently agreed to talk about it in the confines of the Common Room.