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Chapter 10: The Sorting
"Malfoy leave before you cause any trouble." Hermione said, standing infront of Ron.
"Shut it mudblood, I've told you not to tell me what to do, one more time and you'll regret it." he hissed at her.
"Potter, Weasel I see your group of losers has expanded, what will they call you next the Golden Six?" he snorted, glaring at them.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Harry demanded, while restraining Ron.
"Jut wanted to congratulate you on defeating the Dark Lord and making Prefect, you have again showed me that you are Dumbledores favorite." Draco sneered. "And I see Weasel hasn't become a Prefect again. What happened Weasel? Did getting all that money make you stupid?"
"Shut up Malfoy! At least my father is still alive!" Ron shouted, trying to pull himself out of Harry's grip.
"Ah, but Weasly, what inclination gave you the idea that my father was dead?" everyone turned to him in surprise. "That's right you stupid muggle lovers, my father is still alive? Want to know why? I'll leave you to your own devises since breaking codes, or rules, seems to be so easy for you to do. Ta." with that he left, Goyle and Crabbe following him.
"That's impossible, surely Lucius would have gotten the kiss since he was a Death Eater." Ginny said from behind.
"Let me check the list of death eaters they caught in the daily prophet." Hermione said, going to reach inside her bag.
"No, not now, we have to go and get dressed." nodding they all left and only came back when they were dressed.
"Well I found my daily prophet, let's look at it at dinner, okay?" Hermione asked as they walked towards their carriages. They all nodded, and climbed into a carriage, joined by Neville.
When the carriages stopped at the castle, Harry stopped to pet the Thestrals, and Hermione watched wistfully.
"I'd love to see them." she said, forgetting what would have to happen if she really wanted to see them.
"Yes, you told us that last year, but why?" Ron asked, as they started walking into the great hall.
"I've always being interested in magical creatures, and I heard that however scary Thestrals might seem, they are the only consolation for death." Hermione explained, as she opened her bag, and searched for the daily prophet. She saw from the corner of her eye the firsts years coming in.
"Found it!" Hermione whispered, taking out the page.
"Okay so there's Crabbe, Goyle, Macnair... no Lucius!" Harry whispered back.
"It's rumored that not all Death Eaters were killed, a few went to Askaban." Ron whispered.
"Now that the great have risen
Let's us join hands and forget our crawls"
"How about if Lucius was one of the death eaters which were sent to Azkaban?" Hermione asked, as she flipped through the newspaper.
"But why? Lucius has never done anything good." Harry said.
"Oy, mate, he was working for the Ministry, you can't forget that. He sponsors a lot of what happens there, if they kill him no more money will come to them, even though he probably doesn't give any money anymore." Ron answered
"Let us not be influenced of what they have done
Instead let us create our own history"
"What money?" Hermione asked, looking up with a questionable glance towards Ron.
"Well he probably bribed the Minister and all those other people." Ron answered with a shrug.
"Well there's nothing in the paper." Hermione answered stuffing the paper back into her bag.
"Ron, you may have a point, but why would the new Minister stand for this?" Harry asked.
The first years were starting to be sorted.
"He didn't, Fudge was still the Minister when the Death Eaters were caught, he probably saved Lucius to save his own neck, and what one Minister does, another can not undo." Ron answered.
"How do you know so much about Ministry politics Ron?" Hermione asked clearly surprised.
"Well you know how Dads in the Ministry and Percy let's me borrow some of his books and..." Ron trailed of blushing to the roots of his hair.
"Excuse me." a male voice came from behind. They all turned and were surprised to see Remus.
"Remus!" Harry said, giving the older man a hug. "What are you doing here?"
"Dumbledore offered me to be the new/old DADA teacher, I couldn't help but agree, I owe a lot to Dumbledore." Remus answered, scratching his head in embarrassment.
"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked.
"He's at work." Remus answered, "He really loves his new job at the Ministry, Bran is one of our old friends, so he quickly agreed for Sirius to take one of the spots in the Department of Magical Games and Sports." He explained to them.
"Anyways, Hermione, your needed in one of the halls." Remus said, Hermione stood up and followed Remus to a room right next to the room Harry went in last 2 years before.
"Hermione!" someone said in relief before she was tackled by Kim.
"Kim! Are you all right?" Hermione said.
"I'm fine, Professor Lupin came in before and said I needed to choose a person to help me around the school, and I chose you ofcourse." Kim said smiling. "You were right, this place is giant I feel so tiny."
"It's all right, you'll get used to it soon enough. Come on, I think the sorting for the firsts years are done." Hermione said, peering at the door.
"How do you know?" Kim asked.
"The door's glowing." Hermione answered pointing to the happily glowing door.
"What should we do?" Kim asked, staring at it.
"We'll wait until Dumbledore calls us." Hermione answered.
"Please welcome our new student Kim Rodwell." Dumbledores voice magically was heard in the room.
"Come on," Hermione said grabbing unto Kims hand." Let's go."
Together they walked into the Great Hall, the stares of the million students followed them, Hermione held her head high with a smile. Kim held her head high smirking.
"She's a Slytherin." Draco said, and the Slytherins agreed.
"Welcome Kim, I see you have chosen Miss Granger as your guide. Please sit on the stool." Dumbledore said, and with a hand showed them the three legged stool. Kim shot one glance at Hermione before sitting down on the stool, instantly the hat fell on her head.
After a few minutes of silence, the hat opened it's mouth.
"GRYFFINDOR!" he shouted, and the Gryffindor table erupted in hoots, claps and banging.
"See that wasn't so bad." Hermione said grinning at Kim, who couldn't help but grin back.
"I'm so going to kill Emily, she said that I'd have to play mind games with a crazy hat." Kim said shaking her head as she took her seat next to Hermione.
"Now, before the feast starts I have a few words to say. First the Forbidden Forest is Forbidden, hence it's name, all Quidditch games are restarting, and all those who were banned last year of playing Quidditch, you are banned no more. Quidditch captains, you will get your letters tomorrow on what players you need on the team. One last thing: Gazzurninplats*" With that Dumbledore sat down and the feast began
"Gazzurninplats?" Harry said with a quizzical face, Hermione, Kim and Ron shrugged. When the feast was done, they all walked up to their dorms and fell on their beds.
"So have you decided on what to call your owl?" Kim asked, and Hermione nodded.
"His name will be Procyon." she answered, turning around in her bed to face Kim who was on the top bunk parallel to her.
"Good. Goodnight Hermione." Kim said covering herself with the blankets.
"Goodnight Kim." and Hermione fell into a dreamless sleep.
~*~*~*~*~
Okay so you all are probably thinking 'WHY ARE YOU MAKING OUR DRAKEY SO MEAN!!!!' Let me tell you that I don't WANT to make my Draco mean, it's just my sis found that it would be really weird if Draco turned nice all of a sudden. Okay gazzurninplats are what my math teacher says, this is what usually happens:
"What's the area of this circle, Hannah?" Teacher
"21." Hannah
"21 what? cm, dcm, gazzurninplats?"
When he says gazzurninplats I usually go into a giggle fit, The way he says is just so funny, except while I'm trying to stifle my giggles my b-fri, who seats right next to me, turns to me and looks at me weirdly! PATTY YOU SO MEAN!!!!!!!! B-fi = best friend
now this is how you say gazzurninplats
ga - zur - nin - plats
Ja ne