CHAPTER 13
"Wait a minute please, I need to get my bags" Skye said, turning around and heading back outside the entrance hall.
"No, wait, you don't have to get them, the school does it for us" Ron remarked following her.
"You mean the House Elves do it" Hermione said a little darkly.
"Hermione don't tell me your still going on about that" Harry asked her.
"No, unfortunately, I'm not." She responded. The mention of last year reminded Harry about something.
"Hey, what did you do about Rita Skeeta?" He laughed.
"Oh" Hermione smirked, "I let her go when I was in Bulgaria." The two laughed, but were interrupted when a loud bell rang.
"Attention, attention everyone. As many of you know, I, Professor McGonagall, am the new Headmistress for this year. Also, the Ministry of Magic had decided that this year every student will have to take the sorting again." There were many boo's, a few swear words, but mostly dumbfounded faces.
"Yes, I quite agree with you" Professor McGonagall determined "This is the most absurd thing I've heard of in a long time as well as being an entire waste of time" She huffed and turned around. "Wait here"
"What is happening?" Skye asked.
"Don't know, but everyone has to take the sorting again. That's pretty weird. People have to get sorted only once" Harry told her. "Has this ever happened before?"
"Nup" Ron confirmed.
They waited around for a full half-hour before anything seemed to happen. McGonagall reappeared looking a little tormented. "OK this is how we are going to do this. Seventh years will be sorted first, followed by sixth years, fifth years and so on. Seventh years follow me please" She commanded, a group of the older kids followed her through the door.
"What year are you in?" Ron asked Skye.
"I think I will be in fifth year, I went to my other school for four years, so this is my fifth year" She worked out happily.
"Oh that's good, so are we" Ron grinned.
"Sixth years" A voice said.
"Who is that?" Skye asked, pointing to a dark hunched figure lurking in the shadows. He appeared quite dirty and was stroking a fluffy grey thing.
"Oh that's Filch, hes the caretaker. Don't mess with him or his cat, Mrs. Norris. They're a nasty pair." Harry told her.
"That reminds me" Hermione started.
"Fifth years" The voice sounded again.
"That's us." Skye said, leading the way into the great hall. The sixth and seventh years were already seated in what appeared to be the same houses that they had the years before. Fred, George and Lee Jordan were still at the Gryffindor table along with Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell.
"There will be no alphabetical order this year, so please just get into a line" McGonagall instructed.
Everyone was sorted into his or her previous houses when there were only eight fifth years left.
"Pansy Parkinson"
"Hufflepuff!" The hall went deadly quiet. Pansy shrieked. Then started crying. She waddled over to the Hufflepuff table and sat down, covering her face with her eyes and wailing. A student changing houses had never happened before.
"Vincent Crabbe"
"Slytherin"
"Gregory Goyle"
"Hufflepuff"
"Huh?" He asked stupidly. "No I'm not"
"Mr Goyle make your way over to the Hufflepuff table this has taken long enough" Professor McGonagall said sounding exhausted. He shuffled over and sat next to Pansy. The two started talking in whispers.
"Harry Potter"
"Gryffindor" Harry nearly fell over in happiness.
"We wouldn't want to be competing against you on the Quidditch pitch" George laughed.
"Thank Dumbledore's beard you're still in Gryffindor!" Fred continued as Harry sat down.
"Hermione Granger"
"Gryffindor"
"Ron Weasley"
"Gryffindor"
"Draco Malfoy." Draco had his usual smirk as he pulled the sorting hat over his head. He was absolutely sure he would stay in his desired house, Slytherin.
"Gryffindor" Draco fell off the chair.
"Wh-what?" He stuttered
"Do you need that repeated Mr. Malfoy?" McGonagall asked peering over her glasses.
"No way, there's no way I'm in that stupid house" He remarked stubbornly crossing his arms.
"Because you are the son of the Minister, it gives you no right to cause a scene Mr. Malfoy, now go and sit down." McGonagall said with a note of finality. Malfoy looked around and slowly headed towards the Gryffindor table, muttering things like 'My father will never allow this' and 'you watch my father correct this injustice' Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at eachother bewildered. How in the world could Malfoy, sly, smirking, enemy of theirs Malfoy, be a Gryffindor? For once they agreed Malfoy was right, this WAS an injustice. An injustice for all the poor Gryffindors.
"Skye Fontaine" Everyone looked up. "Skye has just transferred from Beauxbatons and will be joining the school as a fifth year" Professor McGonagall informed. "Miss Fontaine please step up to the stool and put the sorting hat on your head"
A little pause came as Skye did as she was told.
"Gryffindor" The hat shouted. Harry, Hermione and Ron clapped and welcomed her to their house. Skye gave a big, relieved smile and sat down. She was nearest to Malfoy, who had isolated himself at the end of the table. Besides trying to deny it to himself, Harry had caught Skye sneaking more than enough looks at Malfoy.
' I wonder.' He thought......
"Wait a minute please, I need to get my bags" Skye said, turning around and heading back outside the entrance hall.
"No, wait, you don't have to get them, the school does it for us" Ron remarked following her.
"You mean the House Elves do it" Hermione said a little darkly.
"Hermione don't tell me your still going on about that" Harry asked her.
"No, unfortunately, I'm not." She responded. The mention of last year reminded Harry about something.
"Hey, what did you do about Rita Skeeta?" He laughed.
"Oh" Hermione smirked, "I let her go when I was in Bulgaria." The two laughed, but were interrupted when a loud bell rang.
"Attention, attention everyone. As many of you know, I, Professor McGonagall, am the new Headmistress for this year. Also, the Ministry of Magic had decided that this year every student will have to take the sorting again." There were many boo's, a few swear words, but mostly dumbfounded faces.
"Yes, I quite agree with you" Professor McGonagall determined "This is the most absurd thing I've heard of in a long time as well as being an entire waste of time" She huffed and turned around. "Wait here"
"What is happening?" Skye asked.
"Don't know, but everyone has to take the sorting again. That's pretty weird. People have to get sorted only once" Harry told her. "Has this ever happened before?"
"Nup" Ron confirmed.
They waited around for a full half-hour before anything seemed to happen. McGonagall reappeared looking a little tormented. "OK this is how we are going to do this. Seventh years will be sorted first, followed by sixth years, fifth years and so on. Seventh years follow me please" She commanded, a group of the older kids followed her through the door.
"What year are you in?" Ron asked Skye.
"I think I will be in fifth year, I went to my other school for four years, so this is my fifth year" She worked out happily.
"Oh that's good, so are we" Ron grinned.
"Sixth years" A voice said.
"Who is that?" Skye asked, pointing to a dark hunched figure lurking in the shadows. He appeared quite dirty and was stroking a fluffy grey thing.
"Oh that's Filch, hes the caretaker. Don't mess with him or his cat, Mrs. Norris. They're a nasty pair." Harry told her.
"That reminds me" Hermione started.
"Fifth years" The voice sounded again.
"That's us." Skye said, leading the way into the great hall. The sixth and seventh years were already seated in what appeared to be the same houses that they had the years before. Fred, George and Lee Jordan were still at the Gryffindor table along with Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet and Katie Bell.
"There will be no alphabetical order this year, so please just get into a line" McGonagall instructed.
Everyone was sorted into his or her previous houses when there were only eight fifth years left.
"Pansy Parkinson"
"Hufflepuff!" The hall went deadly quiet. Pansy shrieked. Then started crying. She waddled over to the Hufflepuff table and sat down, covering her face with her eyes and wailing. A student changing houses had never happened before.
"Vincent Crabbe"
"Slytherin"
"Gregory Goyle"
"Hufflepuff"
"Huh?" He asked stupidly. "No I'm not"
"Mr Goyle make your way over to the Hufflepuff table this has taken long enough" Professor McGonagall said sounding exhausted. He shuffled over and sat next to Pansy. The two started talking in whispers.
"Harry Potter"
"Gryffindor" Harry nearly fell over in happiness.
"We wouldn't want to be competing against you on the Quidditch pitch" George laughed.
"Thank Dumbledore's beard you're still in Gryffindor!" Fred continued as Harry sat down.
"Hermione Granger"
"Gryffindor"
"Ron Weasley"
"Gryffindor"
"Draco Malfoy." Draco had his usual smirk as he pulled the sorting hat over his head. He was absolutely sure he would stay in his desired house, Slytherin.
"Gryffindor" Draco fell off the chair.
"Wh-what?" He stuttered
"Do you need that repeated Mr. Malfoy?" McGonagall asked peering over her glasses.
"No way, there's no way I'm in that stupid house" He remarked stubbornly crossing his arms.
"Because you are the son of the Minister, it gives you no right to cause a scene Mr. Malfoy, now go and sit down." McGonagall said with a note of finality. Malfoy looked around and slowly headed towards the Gryffindor table, muttering things like 'My father will never allow this' and 'you watch my father correct this injustice' Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at eachother bewildered. How in the world could Malfoy, sly, smirking, enemy of theirs Malfoy, be a Gryffindor? For once they agreed Malfoy was right, this WAS an injustice. An injustice for all the poor Gryffindors.
"Skye Fontaine" Everyone looked up. "Skye has just transferred from Beauxbatons and will be joining the school as a fifth year" Professor McGonagall informed. "Miss Fontaine please step up to the stool and put the sorting hat on your head"
A little pause came as Skye did as she was told.
"Gryffindor" The hat shouted. Harry, Hermione and Ron clapped and welcomed her to their house. Skye gave a big, relieved smile and sat down. She was nearest to Malfoy, who had isolated himself at the end of the table. Besides trying to deny it to himself, Harry had caught Skye sneaking more than enough looks at Malfoy.
' I wonder.' He thought......
