Chapter 16
"Firs' years, Firs' years." A voice boomed over the platform.
"Well, I guess we'll go that way." Harry said.
"Damn."
"What is it, Neville?" Ron asked.
"I can't find Trevor anywhere."
"who's Trevor?"
"My toad."
"He'll show up again, if not we'll help you look for him." Harry promised. "But right now we have to go."
Neville nodded and the three of them made their way to a light at the end of the platform.
They were the first to arrived at the end of the platform and saw a giant man. When he spotted them he smiled.
"Let me guess, you're a Weasley, you're a Longbottom, Neville right and of course Harry. How are your parents?"
"Uh, good I guess." Harry replied.
"Who are you?" Neville asked.
"Rubeus Hagrid, keeper of keys and grounds here at Hogwarts."
"Oh, Charlie always talked about you. How you love animales and all." Ron piped.
"How is your brother?"
"He studies dragons in Rumania."
"Ah, dragons, fascinating creatures."
"Hagrid?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"Shouldn't you be calling the rest of the first-years?"
"Woops. Firs' years, firs' years, over here."
Ron and Neville sniggered as the rest of the first-years made their way towards them.
(A/N: Well we all know what happened next and I'm not going to change that and I'm too lazy to translate it and write it down.)
Soon they first-years found themselves in the Great Hall, waiting for the sorting.
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or Perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a slap!
You're in save hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
All first-years looked amazed at the singing head, but when it finished they clapped with the rest of the school.
"When I call your name you come up here and put on the head. It will call your house and you will go to your respective table." McGonagall called. "Abbott, Hannah."
A silence and then.
"Hufflepuff."
The Hufflepuff table began to clap and Hannah made her way to it, smiling.
"Bones, Susan."
"Hufflepuff."
"Boot, Terry."
"Ravenclaw."
"Brocklehurst, Mandy."
"Ravenclaw."
"Brown, Lavender."
"Gryffindor."
"Bulstrode, Millicent."
"Slytherin."
"Finch-Fletchley, Justin."
"Hufflepuff."
"Finnigan, Seamus."
"Gryffindor."
"Granger, Hermione."
"Gryffindor."
"Longbottom, Neville."
"Gryffindor."
"Malfoy, Draco."
"Slytherin."
Harry and Ron watched Malfoy take a seat with his friends as the next students were called.
"MacDougal..., Morag..., Moon..., Nott..., Patil..., Patil..., Perksm, Sally-Anne."
And then finally.
"Potter, Harry."
Whispers started all around the hall.
"Potter?"
"Did she say Potter?"
"THE Harry Potter?"
Harry watched all eyes on him as the head slighed over his head.
After a long discussion/fight with the head it finally gave in.
"Gryffindor."
Gryffindor table was making more sound then before and the Weasley twin began to shout.
"We've got Potter! We've got Potter!"
Harry sat down across from Neville and watched the rest of the students being sorted. Finally Ron was called.
"Weasley, Ronald."
"Gryffindor."
Ron sat down next to Harry and smiled.
"I thought I'd be in Slytherin."
"The head wanted to put me there, but I flatly refused, my dad would kill me if Sirius, Remus and my mom haven't got to me first."
Ron sniggered as the seremonie ended with Zabini, Blaise in Slytherin.
Dumbledore stood up and everybody went silent.
"Before we begin to eat I want to say four words; Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"
Food appeared on the golden plates and the schoolyear had now officialy begon.
A/N: Hope you liked. I'll update the next chapter tomorrow. Please review. Oh, and sorry for making it so much like the book, but I'll have to do that some times, next will be twisted again.
"Firs' years, Firs' years." A voice boomed over the platform.
"Well, I guess we'll go that way." Harry said.
"Damn."
"What is it, Neville?" Ron asked.
"I can't find Trevor anywhere."
"who's Trevor?"
"My toad."
"He'll show up again, if not we'll help you look for him." Harry promised. "But right now we have to go."
Neville nodded and the three of them made their way to a light at the end of the platform.
They were the first to arrived at the end of the platform and saw a giant man. When he spotted them he smiled.
"Let me guess, you're a Weasley, you're a Longbottom, Neville right and of course Harry. How are your parents?"
"Uh, good I guess." Harry replied.
"Who are you?" Neville asked.
"Rubeus Hagrid, keeper of keys and grounds here at Hogwarts."
"Oh, Charlie always talked about you. How you love animales and all." Ron piped.
"How is your brother?"
"He studies dragons in Rumania."
"Ah, dragons, fascinating creatures."
"Hagrid?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"Shouldn't you be calling the rest of the first-years?"
"Woops. Firs' years, firs' years, over here."
Ron and Neville sniggered as the rest of the first-years made their way towards them.
(A/N: Well we all know what happened next and I'm not going to change that and I'm too lazy to translate it and write it down.)
Soon they first-years found themselves in the Great Hall, waiting for the sorting.
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or Perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a slap!
You're in save hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
All first-years looked amazed at the singing head, but when it finished they clapped with the rest of the school.
"When I call your name you come up here and put on the head. It will call your house and you will go to your respective table." McGonagall called. "Abbott, Hannah."
A silence and then.
"Hufflepuff."
The Hufflepuff table began to clap and Hannah made her way to it, smiling.
"Bones, Susan."
"Hufflepuff."
"Boot, Terry."
"Ravenclaw."
"Brocklehurst, Mandy."
"Ravenclaw."
"Brown, Lavender."
"Gryffindor."
"Bulstrode, Millicent."
"Slytherin."
"Finch-Fletchley, Justin."
"Hufflepuff."
"Finnigan, Seamus."
"Gryffindor."
"Granger, Hermione."
"Gryffindor."
"Longbottom, Neville."
"Gryffindor."
"Malfoy, Draco."
"Slytherin."
Harry and Ron watched Malfoy take a seat with his friends as the next students were called.
"MacDougal..., Morag..., Moon..., Nott..., Patil..., Patil..., Perksm, Sally-Anne."
And then finally.
"Potter, Harry."
Whispers started all around the hall.
"Potter?"
"Did she say Potter?"
"THE Harry Potter?"
Harry watched all eyes on him as the head slighed over his head.
After a long discussion/fight with the head it finally gave in.
"Gryffindor."
Gryffindor table was making more sound then before and the Weasley twin began to shout.
"We've got Potter! We've got Potter!"
Harry sat down across from Neville and watched the rest of the students being sorted. Finally Ron was called.
"Weasley, Ronald."
"Gryffindor."
Ron sat down next to Harry and smiled.
"I thought I'd be in Slytherin."
"The head wanted to put me there, but I flatly refused, my dad would kill me if Sirius, Remus and my mom haven't got to me first."
Ron sniggered as the seremonie ended with Zabini, Blaise in Slytherin.
Dumbledore stood up and everybody went silent.
"Before we begin to eat I want to say four words; Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"
Food appeared on the golden plates and the schoolyear had now officialy begon.
A/N: Hope you liked. I'll update the next chapter tomorrow. Please review. Oh, and sorry for making it so much like the book, but I'll have to do that some times, next will be twisted again.