Chapter 2: The Sorting
After all their classes it was dinnertime. Since the incident with Hermione, everyone was staying away from Chloe except one person, Malfoy. Harry definitely saw Malfoy talking to her. But, he didn't see Chloe talking to him. Maybe if Harry talked to her she would have better taste. As he was heading down to the Great Hall when he saw Chloe. "Hey, Chloe wait for me," Harry motioned to her. "Do I know you?" She asked waiting for him. Harry wasn't used to this response most wizards or witches would recognize him in a minute. "Well I'm Harry Potter," he said. "Oh, the kid with the scar. Before I came here my grandma was saying, 'Hogwarts is a great school Harry Potter goes there. You'll be safe with him.'" "So you have heard of me?" "Yes, but I don't think the automatic fame for vaporizing a evil wizard, is needed you didn't even do anything. And what is it with you people and talking to me? I mean that Draco guy couldn't leave me alone. He's like 'Granger deserved that, didn't she?' Who does he think he is?" Chloe admitted to Harry. "Oh, Malfoy thinks he's better then most people because he's a pure blood." "What are the houses, and which is the best?" Chloe giggled, "I can't believe I'm asking you this." "The houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Gryffindor is my house." Harry explained. "And- Malfoy?" "Slytherin, the worst house." "Well, any advice, Harry Potter?" "Just Good Luck," Harry wished her. "Just Good luck? Thanks I guess," Chloe said as Harry went to go sit in a seat next to Ron, when, "Harry," Hermione protested, "Why were you talking to Chloe?" "She seems really nice, thou, I'll admit she does have a problem," Harry sighed watching Chloe stand at the front of the great hall, in front of the teacher's table. Harry and Hermione took their seats as Professor McGonagall brought out a four-legged stool with a frayed and extremely dirty old wizard's hat on it. As the hall began to quiet Dumbledore stood up, "There is a new student among us tonight, and she will be sorted in a following minute. Then, she will join the rest of her fellow fifth years at their house table." Dumbledore sat down and gave Professor McGonagall the go ahead signal. That is when the hat sat to sing: This year has not just begun, And now I'm having so much fun. She came from America, That's all I have to say-uh.
Harry almost broke out laughing the sorting hat hadn't had enough time to write a full song. Or even rhyme a new one. Ron had noticed it to, and George and Fred were mocking it. When, Professor McGonagall put it on Chloe's dark head. The whole hall was silent. When, a loud voice came from the hat, GRYFFINDOR. Professor McGonagall grabbed the hat off Chloe's head and pointed her in the right direction. When, Fred and George started up a chant, "We got the BITCH, we got the BITCH!" No doubt they had heard what she did to Hermione. But, when she came to the table she gave them the look of total hatred and they sat down. She sat down right next to Hermione, "I'm sorry about early today, I'm really not good with meeting people," Chloe apologized. "I'm sorry too." Hermione gave her an evil glare and stood up and went to the end of the Gryffindor table. "What do I have to do to make her forgive me?" Chloe asked Harry and Ron. "Save her life," Ron said before eating a roasted chicken leg, then seeing the disappointed look on Chloe's face, "Oh, it isn't that hard, follow us around for a month or two and you'll get your shot." "Plus if you pal around with us awhile she'll have to talk to you," Harry gave her an easier way, "So why did you move here from America?" "Um," Chloe mumbled between pieces of food, "Well, my parents, um it's none of your business!" She stopped talking for the rest of the night. Harry was even more confused.
After all their classes it was dinnertime. Since the incident with Hermione, everyone was staying away from Chloe except one person, Malfoy. Harry definitely saw Malfoy talking to her. But, he didn't see Chloe talking to him. Maybe if Harry talked to her she would have better taste. As he was heading down to the Great Hall when he saw Chloe. "Hey, Chloe wait for me," Harry motioned to her. "Do I know you?" She asked waiting for him. Harry wasn't used to this response most wizards or witches would recognize him in a minute. "Well I'm Harry Potter," he said. "Oh, the kid with the scar. Before I came here my grandma was saying, 'Hogwarts is a great school Harry Potter goes there. You'll be safe with him.'" "So you have heard of me?" "Yes, but I don't think the automatic fame for vaporizing a evil wizard, is needed you didn't even do anything. And what is it with you people and talking to me? I mean that Draco guy couldn't leave me alone. He's like 'Granger deserved that, didn't she?' Who does he think he is?" Chloe admitted to Harry. "Oh, Malfoy thinks he's better then most people because he's a pure blood." "What are the houses, and which is the best?" Chloe giggled, "I can't believe I'm asking you this." "The houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Gryffindor is my house." Harry explained. "And- Malfoy?" "Slytherin, the worst house." "Well, any advice, Harry Potter?" "Just Good Luck," Harry wished her. "Just Good luck? Thanks I guess," Chloe said as Harry went to go sit in a seat next to Ron, when, "Harry," Hermione protested, "Why were you talking to Chloe?" "She seems really nice, thou, I'll admit she does have a problem," Harry sighed watching Chloe stand at the front of the great hall, in front of the teacher's table. Harry and Hermione took their seats as Professor McGonagall brought out a four-legged stool with a frayed and extremely dirty old wizard's hat on it. As the hall began to quiet Dumbledore stood up, "There is a new student among us tonight, and she will be sorted in a following minute. Then, she will join the rest of her fellow fifth years at their house table." Dumbledore sat down and gave Professor McGonagall the go ahead signal. That is when the hat sat to sing: This year has not just begun, And now I'm having so much fun. She came from America, That's all I have to say-uh.
Harry almost broke out laughing the sorting hat hadn't had enough time to write a full song. Or even rhyme a new one. Ron had noticed it to, and George and Fred were mocking it. When, Professor McGonagall put it on Chloe's dark head. The whole hall was silent. When, a loud voice came from the hat, GRYFFINDOR. Professor McGonagall grabbed the hat off Chloe's head and pointed her in the right direction. When, Fred and George started up a chant, "We got the BITCH, we got the BITCH!" No doubt they had heard what she did to Hermione. But, when she came to the table she gave them the look of total hatred and they sat down. She sat down right next to Hermione, "I'm sorry about early today, I'm really not good with meeting people," Chloe apologized. "I'm sorry too." Hermione gave her an evil glare and stood up and went to the end of the Gryffindor table. "What do I have to do to make her forgive me?" Chloe asked Harry and Ron. "Save her life," Ron said before eating a roasted chicken leg, then seeing the disappointed look on Chloe's face, "Oh, it isn't that hard, follow us around for a month or two and you'll get your shot." "Plus if you pal around with us awhile she'll have to talk to you," Harry gave her an easier way, "So why did you move here from America?" "Um," Chloe mumbled between pieces of food, "Well, my parents, um it's none of your business!" She stopped talking for the rest of the night. Harry was even more confused.