Before I begin, I'd just like to say that I might be changing the title. Then again, Im might not....but it all depends on where this story goes. Anyway, hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
It was the beginning of their 6th year at Hogwarts, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the school were all watching the sorting.
"I'm hungry...I wish the sorting would hurry up." complained Ron.
"Me too--" Harry began, but then he stopped, for Professor McGonagall had called out the name "Mark Evans".
Harry's mouth fell open in surprise.
"Harry, are you ok? Hermione asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Harry said. "It's just that...Mark Evans...he lives near-" The sorting hat inturrupted Harry, for it had called out "GRYFFINDOR", Mark Evans joined the Gryffindor table, and sat down across from Harry. Mark's mouth opened in surprise.
"Harry Potter? I thought....don't you go...."
Harry smiled. "Everything you heard about me going to that Secure Center is a lie."
"Uh...do you two know eachother?"
"Yes. We live in the same neighborhood." Harry said. "Anyway," Harry turned to Mark, "your last name is Evans, huh? That was my mum's last name, you know."
"What was her first name?" Mark asked, curious.
"Her name was Lily Evans, but then she married my dad, and changed her name Lily Potter. But she and my dad are dead. They were killed by Voldemort." Harry finished quietly, sounding a little sad. He looked down at the table.
"Her name was Lily? She was my aunt!"
Harry looked up, extremeley shocked.
"But you're a muggleborn?" Harry asked.
"Yes, my dad ran away from home when he was 17."
Harry wondered why Dumbledore hadn't told him this the previous year.
"Aunt Petunia is sure going to love this." said Harry under his breath.
When the last person had been sorted, Dumbledore stood up.
"I have only two words: tuck in."
Food appeared out of nowhere, and the students began piling their plates with food.
"Tuck in?" asked Mark curiously, as he took a bite of mashed potatoes.
"Ummleore's a il azy," said Ron through a mouthfull of food, which resulted in him getting hit by Hermione. "Ouch, Hermione, why'd you do that?" He said, swallowing. Harry smiled.
Hermione ignored Ron. "Dumbledore isn't crazy, he's just a little-"
"Eccentric," finished Harry
"That's right," Hermione said, "but he's a very nice person."
When the everyone had finished eating, and the food had disappeared from the plates, Dumbledore again stood up to say a few words to the students.
"I have a few things to say to all," he said. "First, I would like to remind you all that the Forbidden Forest is strictly off limits to students." Harry could have sworn that Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in his direction, "Second, two new things have been added to the list of things forbidden in this castle: Exploding pepper-mints, and Canary Creams. For the full list of things, you can go the Filch's office, and look at it there. And finally, I would like to welcome back Professor Lupin, who has so kindly offered to take the Defense against the Dark Arts position!"
At this, the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff tables exploded with cheers and people clapping; the Slytherins, however, remained silent, with gloomy expresions on their faces.
"And now," said Dumbledore, "off to bed you go!"
The students then got up, and started heading out of the Great Hall.
"Hermione, don't you and Ron have to show the first years where to go?"
"Yes," said Hermione, "Come on Ron."
Ron got up reluctantly; Mark, however got up excitedly and stood next to Hermione and shouted out, "GRYFFINDOR FIRST YEARS OVER HERE!"
Harry couldn't suppress a smile.
"Thank you, Mark," said Ron,
"No problem."
"Well," Ron turned to Harry, "see you up in the dorm, mate."
"Yeah."
Hermione and Ron led the first-year Gryffindors out of the Great hall, while Harry just sat there, watching the Great Hall empty. Eventualy, when the last student left the hall, Harry got up and headed toward the Gryffindor tower. When he got there, he headed up the stairs to the door that had last year read: Fifth Year Boys. This year, however, it read: Sixth Year Boys.
Harry opened the door and walked in, and since Dean, Seamus, Neville and Ron were already asleep, Harry crept in quietly, and put his things away. After he had done that, Harry got into his pajammas, got into his bed, and fell asleep.
Read&Review, my friends! :-)
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
It was the beginning of their 6th year at Hogwarts, and Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the school were all watching the sorting.
"I'm hungry...I wish the sorting would hurry up." complained Ron.
"Me too--" Harry began, but then he stopped, for Professor McGonagall had called out the name "Mark Evans".
Harry's mouth fell open in surprise.
"Harry, are you ok? Hermione asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Harry said. "It's just that...Mark Evans...he lives near-" The sorting hat inturrupted Harry, for it had called out "GRYFFINDOR", Mark Evans joined the Gryffindor table, and sat down across from Harry. Mark's mouth opened in surprise.
"Harry Potter? I thought....don't you go...."
Harry smiled. "Everything you heard about me going to that Secure Center is a lie."
"Uh...do you two know eachother?"
"Yes. We live in the same neighborhood." Harry said. "Anyway," Harry turned to Mark, "your last name is Evans, huh? That was my mum's last name, you know."
"What was her first name?" Mark asked, curious.
"Her name was Lily Evans, but then she married my dad, and changed her name Lily Potter. But she and my dad are dead. They were killed by Voldemort." Harry finished quietly, sounding a little sad. He looked down at the table.
"Her name was Lily? She was my aunt!"
Harry looked up, extremeley shocked.
"But you're a muggleborn?" Harry asked.
"Yes, my dad ran away from home when he was 17."
Harry wondered why Dumbledore hadn't told him this the previous year.
"Aunt Petunia is sure going to love this." said Harry under his breath.
When the last person had been sorted, Dumbledore stood up.
"I have only two words: tuck in."
Food appeared out of nowhere, and the students began piling their plates with food.
"Tuck in?" asked Mark curiously, as he took a bite of mashed potatoes.
"Ummleore's a il azy," said Ron through a mouthfull of food, which resulted in him getting hit by Hermione. "Ouch, Hermione, why'd you do that?" He said, swallowing. Harry smiled.
Hermione ignored Ron. "Dumbledore isn't crazy, he's just a little-"
"Eccentric," finished Harry
"That's right," Hermione said, "but he's a very nice person."
When the everyone had finished eating, and the food had disappeared from the plates, Dumbledore again stood up to say a few words to the students.
"I have a few things to say to all," he said. "First, I would like to remind you all that the Forbidden Forest is strictly off limits to students." Harry could have sworn that Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in his direction, "Second, two new things have been added to the list of things forbidden in this castle: Exploding pepper-mints, and Canary Creams. For the full list of things, you can go the Filch's office, and look at it there. And finally, I would like to welcome back Professor Lupin, who has so kindly offered to take the Defense against the Dark Arts position!"
At this, the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff tables exploded with cheers and people clapping; the Slytherins, however, remained silent, with gloomy expresions on their faces.
"And now," said Dumbledore, "off to bed you go!"
The students then got up, and started heading out of the Great Hall.
"Hermione, don't you and Ron have to show the first years where to go?"
"Yes," said Hermione, "Come on Ron."
Ron got up reluctantly; Mark, however got up excitedly and stood next to Hermione and shouted out, "GRYFFINDOR FIRST YEARS OVER HERE!"
Harry couldn't suppress a smile.
"Thank you, Mark," said Ron,
"No problem."
"Well," Ron turned to Harry, "see you up in the dorm, mate."
"Yeah."
Hermione and Ron led the first-year Gryffindors out of the Great hall, while Harry just sat there, watching the Great Hall empty. Eventualy, when the last student left the hall, Harry got up and headed toward the Gryffindor tower. When he got there, he headed up the stairs to the door that had last year read: Fifth Year Boys. This year, however, it read: Sixth Year Boys.
Harry opened the door and walked in, and since Dean, Seamus, Neville and Ron were already asleep, Harry crept in quietly, and put his things away. After he had done that, Harry got into his pajammas, got into his bed, and fell asleep.
Read&Review, my friends! :-)