CHAPTER 2:
A/N: I do not own Harry Potter. If you don't believe me, you probably
have the brain mass of a worm. Readers enjoy. ^_^
*waiting to enter the Great Hall*
Harry: Hello everybody, I'm the rich and famous Harry Potter that everyone
adores and loves!
Draco: You're not Harry Potter, you don't even have glasses or a scar.
Harry: Contacts.
Draco: What about the scar?
Harry: Lost it.
Hermione: Harry, it's scientifically impossible for a scar to just walk off
a person's face.
All: HE'S A WIZARD YOU IDIOT!
Hermione: Why does everyone hate me? *crys*
McGonagall: 1st years, come with me.
*walks into Great Hall*
McGonagall: When I call your name you will sit on the stool, and be sorted
in front of everyone who will point and laugh at you if you are sorted into
Hufflepuff.
Hermione: I read in Hogwarts, A History that the Sorting Hat was a wizard's
cap, not a construction helmet.
All: WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP!
Hermione: Does anyone care about my fragile, pathetic, feelings? *balling*
McGonagall: Ron Weasley.
Hat: GRYFFNDOR!
McGonagall: Harry Potter.
*Harry steps up*
McGonagall: You're not Potter.
Harry: Yes I am.
McGonagall: No.
Harry: Yes
McGonagall: NO!
Harry: YES I AM!
Snape: He yells like a Potter.
McGonagall: Oh, whatever. Just go ahead.
Hat: GRYFFNDOR!
McGonagall: Hannah Abbot.
Hat: HUFFLEPUFF!
*everyone point and laughs at Hannah*
A/N: did you like? Plz r&r. *puppy eyes*