Chapter 5
Harry had luckily found Draco among the mass of student when he found them walking there way to the Great Hall. The blonde was just as happy to see Harry, as he was to see Draco.
"What House do you think you'll be in, Harry?"
The boy shrugged, "Dunno. I'm not really looking for a particular one. How 'bout you?"
"I'm going to be in Slytherin.hopefully. My whole family's been in Slytherin, and I don't want to be the first not to."
"Don't worry. You'll be fine, I'm sure." Harry smiled and it was returned.
"Be in Slytherin with me! I don't know any of these.bozos. And I don't want to go alone."
Harry laughed a little, "I can't promise anything, but we'll see."
A black-hair woman who Harry knew to be Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher, stepped up with a long scroll, "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. She looked down at the scroll and the first name was, "Abbott, Hannah."
She was a pink-faced blonde, "Boy, does she ever have the look of a klutz." And sure enough, she was. If she wasn't wavering across the stage, she was stumbling across it. She reached the stool, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
"I heard Hufflepuffs are a bunch of loudmouths. You can't even tell one of them something without it being around the school the next day." He heard Draco tell him. Harry chuckled a little, "Besides, the whole lot of them have just as much as patience as they do wits, which isn't saying much, unlike what the hat sang."
"Boot, Terry."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Ravenclaws are a bunch of bookworms. I don't mind talking to them much, but only if you like talking about what's going on with them. They're not much for talking about anyone else. I sat once for nearly an hour talking to one of my father's friends, an old Ravenclaw, and he spoke of nothing more than his pathetic camping trip in America." Draco sighed, and Harry gave him an Oh-you-poor-thing look.
Lavender Brown was the first Gryffindor, and Draco told Harry about how they were always the teachers pet, "Well, to Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall at least. I can't wait to have Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Snape. I hear he favors the Slytherins. He's also my godfather."
"What is it with us and godfathers being Professor at Hogwarts?"
"What do you mean?" asked Draco.
"Professor Black, the Charms Professor.he's my godfather."
Millicent Bulstrode was the first Slytherin.
"Really? The one talking to Professor Sprout?"
"Well, now that I know what her name is, but yeah, that's him."
"Granger, Hermione." Professor McGonagall called out. The girl almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head.
Malfoy laughed, "Look at the hair on that one. You could hide anything in that nest." Harry couldn't help but to burst laughing and then hit Draco for his rudeness.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Ah, figures." Draco commented again.
A chubby boy named Neville Longbottom was called up next. His nervousness had caused him to nearly trip, but he caught himself and shakily walked up.
Draco snorted and Harry couldn't help but laugh, "He looks as if he's going to piss his pants." This time it was Harry who commented.
Up next after Morag MacDougal was Draco, "Make sure you end up in Slytherin, Harry."
Harry rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. I know."
The Malfoy swaggered forward and was immediately put into Slytherin. One he caught Harry's eyes, he winked, and the raven-haired boy blushed.
Close to ten other people were called up before, "Potter, Harry."
He nearly jumped when he heard his name, but soon stood up straight and smiled to his godfather who smiled back. He sat on the stool and suddenly there was darkness. The hat fell just below his eyes.
"Hmm," said a small voice in his ear, "Let's see. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh my goodness, yes.. and a nice thirst to prove yourself. You could be great, you know. It's all here, in your head.. but, where to put you."
Harry gripped the edge of the stool and thought, Slytherin, Slytherin.
"Not Gryffindor? You could make the best of friends there.but.now that you mention it, Slytherin could definitely help you on your way to greatness, no doubt about that.so, if you're sure.SLYTHERIN!"
Harry heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall. He took off the hat and walked shakily to the right, towards the Slytherin table. He was so relieved to have been put in Slytherin with his only friend yet.
"I told you, Harry! There was nothing to be worried about." He sat next to Draco as some of the other students in the House shook his hand.
"Millicent Bulstrode. Nice to meet you."
"Vincent Crabbe, but please just call me Crabbe." A fat boy with dark brown hair shook his hand with a chubby smile, and next to him was Gregory Goyle. He swore that Crabbe and Goyle could have been brothers.or twins.
A tall, handsome black-haired boy stood up and shook his hand also, "Marcus Flint, Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team. We've just lost some of our best players from last year and we're looking for new ones. Practice up and we'll see if you can play a position."
There were several others who also shook Harry's hand, not many, but enough to make new acquaintances.
"Weasley, Ronald." A red haired, extremely freckle-faced boy stepped up.
"Anyone want to play connect-the-dots on that face?" a girl named Pansy Parkinson spoke up for down the table and the whole table went into an uproar of laughs, even Harry couldn't help himself.
There was one last Slytherin; Blaise Zabini, and he was warmly greeted. Harry's eyes crossed the stage where his godfather sat and saw the look on his face; utter horror.
Harry looked down at his empty gold plate, "What's wrong, Harry." Asked Draco.
He looked up at nothing in particular, just ahead of him, " I think Sirius, my godfather, is mad at me."
"Why? For being a Slytherin?" Harry shrugged at first, then nodded, "What a jerk!"
Harry didn't say anything more, but Draco went on about how much a git Sirius was.
Professor Dumbledore stood and beckoned everyone for their attention, "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
"Thank you!" and a feast materialized before them.
End of Chapter 5
Harry had luckily found Draco among the mass of student when he found them walking there way to the Great Hall. The blonde was just as happy to see Harry, as he was to see Draco.
"What House do you think you'll be in, Harry?"
The boy shrugged, "Dunno. I'm not really looking for a particular one. How 'bout you?"
"I'm going to be in Slytherin.hopefully. My whole family's been in Slytherin, and I don't want to be the first not to."
"Don't worry. You'll be fine, I'm sure." Harry smiled and it was returned.
"Be in Slytherin with me! I don't know any of these.bozos. And I don't want to go alone."
Harry laughed a little, "I can't promise anything, but we'll see."
A black-hair woman who Harry knew to be Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher, stepped up with a long scroll, "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. She looked down at the scroll and the first name was, "Abbott, Hannah."
She was a pink-faced blonde, "Boy, does she ever have the look of a klutz." And sure enough, she was. If she wasn't wavering across the stage, she was stumbling across it. She reached the stool, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
"I heard Hufflepuffs are a bunch of loudmouths. You can't even tell one of them something without it being around the school the next day." He heard Draco tell him. Harry chuckled a little, "Besides, the whole lot of them have just as much as patience as they do wits, which isn't saying much, unlike what the hat sang."
"Boot, Terry."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Ravenclaws are a bunch of bookworms. I don't mind talking to them much, but only if you like talking about what's going on with them. They're not much for talking about anyone else. I sat once for nearly an hour talking to one of my father's friends, an old Ravenclaw, and he spoke of nothing more than his pathetic camping trip in America." Draco sighed, and Harry gave him an Oh-you-poor-thing look.
Lavender Brown was the first Gryffindor, and Draco told Harry about how they were always the teachers pet, "Well, to Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall at least. I can't wait to have Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Snape. I hear he favors the Slytherins. He's also my godfather."
"What is it with us and godfathers being Professor at Hogwarts?"
"What do you mean?" asked Draco.
"Professor Black, the Charms Professor.he's my godfather."
Millicent Bulstrode was the first Slytherin.
"Really? The one talking to Professor Sprout?"
"Well, now that I know what her name is, but yeah, that's him."
"Granger, Hermione." Professor McGonagall called out. The girl almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head.
Malfoy laughed, "Look at the hair on that one. You could hide anything in that nest." Harry couldn't help but to burst laughing and then hit Draco for his rudeness.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Ah, figures." Draco commented again.
A chubby boy named Neville Longbottom was called up next. His nervousness had caused him to nearly trip, but he caught himself and shakily walked up.
Draco snorted and Harry couldn't help but laugh, "He looks as if he's going to piss his pants." This time it was Harry who commented.
Up next after Morag MacDougal was Draco, "Make sure you end up in Slytherin, Harry."
Harry rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah. I know."
The Malfoy swaggered forward and was immediately put into Slytherin. One he caught Harry's eyes, he winked, and the raven-haired boy blushed.
Close to ten other people were called up before, "Potter, Harry."
He nearly jumped when he heard his name, but soon stood up straight and smiled to his godfather who smiled back. He sat on the stool and suddenly there was darkness. The hat fell just below his eyes.
"Hmm," said a small voice in his ear, "Let's see. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh my goodness, yes.. and a nice thirst to prove yourself. You could be great, you know. It's all here, in your head.. but, where to put you."
Harry gripped the edge of the stool and thought, Slytherin, Slytherin.
"Not Gryffindor? You could make the best of friends there.but.now that you mention it, Slytherin could definitely help you on your way to greatness, no doubt about that.so, if you're sure.SLYTHERIN!"
Harry heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall. He took off the hat and walked shakily to the right, towards the Slytherin table. He was so relieved to have been put in Slytherin with his only friend yet.
"I told you, Harry! There was nothing to be worried about." He sat next to Draco as some of the other students in the House shook his hand.
"Millicent Bulstrode. Nice to meet you."
"Vincent Crabbe, but please just call me Crabbe." A fat boy with dark brown hair shook his hand with a chubby smile, and next to him was Gregory Goyle. He swore that Crabbe and Goyle could have been brothers.or twins.
A tall, handsome black-haired boy stood up and shook his hand also, "Marcus Flint, Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team. We've just lost some of our best players from last year and we're looking for new ones. Practice up and we'll see if you can play a position."
There were several others who also shook Harry's hand, not many, but enough to make new acquaintances.
"Weasley, Ronald." A red haired, extremely freckle-faced boy stepped up.
"Anyone want to play connect-the-dots on that face?" a girl named Pansy Parkinson spoke up for down the table and the whole table went into an uproar of laughs, even Harry couldn't help himself.
There was one last Slytherin; Blaise Zabini, and he was warmly greeted. Harry's eyes crossed the stage where his godfather sat and saw the look on his face; utter horror.
Harry looked down at his empty gold plate, "What's wrong, Harry." Asked Draco.
He looked up at nothing in particular, just ahead of him, " I think Sirius, my godfather, is mad at me."
"Why? For being a Slytherin?" Harry shrugged at first, then nodded, "What a jerk!"
Harry didn't say anything more, but Draco went on about how much a git Sirius was.
Professor Dumbledore stood and beckoned everyone for their attention, "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
"Thank you!" and a feast materialized before them.
End of Chapter 5