Sar rushed into the castle as soon as she could get off the train. She knew
the first years were being shipped across the lake by Hagrid, the
groundskeeper. She wanted to make sure she watched Harry get sorted.
The second through seventh years sat in the hall. "Welcome!" Dumbledore spoke, "To another exciting year at Hogwarts! I hope that some of you will find this year, more exciting than previous years!" She could have sworn she saw Dumbledore throw her a look. "And while the first years are getting a brief introduction by Professor McGonagall, I would like to remind the rest of you, that the first years are in fact, human. Which means please no hexes, no curses, no bogey flavored Bertie Botts. At least, not until they get better accustomed to the castle."
"Rats," she heard the twins whisper from either side of her. She stared indignantly at everyone around her. If they ever dared to hurt Harry... She paused in amazement, suddenly becoming aware of the surge of responsibility she felt for the young boy. But at last, breaking her thoughts, the First Years came in timidly, looking more nervous than Percy Weasly did during potion finals last year.
"Abbott, Hannah!" The ceremony had begun, and Slytherin had gotten a new member. The list continued until at last Sar recognized someone. The little know-it-all witch from the train, whom Sar had just found out was named "Granger, Hermione", was sorted into Gryffindor. The table erupted with cheers and Sar smiled and motioned for the girl to sit down next to her, feeling bad that she wouldn't have anyone else to sit with. George made face. Sar gave him a quick jab in the ribs until something broke her attention.
"Malfoy, Draco!" Sar's head shot up. She recognized the name 'Malfoy' from her obsession with the Defense against Dark Arts. Not surprisingly, he was sorted into Slytherin. Sar shuddered, she didn't even know the boy, but he already disgusted her.
"Potter, Harry!" Whispers began to circulate the room. Sar watched intently, and she could feel eyes of suspicion from Hermione on her. She was probably wondering why Sar was staring at Harry like he was a hundred dollar bill.
"Do you know him?" Hermione asked.
"I knew his mother," Sar answered, not taking her eyes of the boy.
After what seemed like forever, the rumpled old hat shouted..."GRIFFYNDOR" like it had done for Sar two years earlier.
To Sar's delight Harry sat down next to Hermione, to whom he gave a feeble smile. And the table erupted in cheers, as the twins screamed, "WE GOT POTTER!" on the top of their lungs.
Toward the end of the ceremony, Fred and George's brother put the hat on, and she could've sworn it said, "Another Weasly, eh?" To no one's surprise, Ron was sorted into Gryffindor, and the feast began shortly thereafter.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron began speaking to the Gryffindor ghost, Nearly Headless Nick, when all of a sudden..."OW!" Sar turned and looked. Harry was rubbing his forehead. Her eyes darted to his scar, and he quickly removed his hand.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing..." he muttered, taken aback that she actually spoke to him. "Hey, do you know who that is..." he pointed to a hook nosed man with black greasy hair.
"Yeah sure," she said, "It's Snape...he's the Potions professor--"
"But every knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies," interjected yet another Weasly, Percy this time.
"He's a right pain in the ass"Fred grumbled.
"Oh I don't know about that..." said Sar, catching Snape's eye and flashing him a smile.
"Typical of you Jentles. Using you Nymph charisma to win even the slimiest over." George shook his head.
"Well, he stills prefers his Slytherins to me any day. And I actually try in his class! Unlike you all, trying to make you potions explode to drench the class with goop. I'm onto you!" Sar finished. The twins just smiled, and Harry looked grave. "What's wrong then?" Sar asked.
"No...nothing," he started to look interested in his mashed potatoes, and Sar dropped the matter.
At that point Dumbledore got up to make a speech to the whole school. Sar looked away disinterestedly wondering what was upsetting Harry. The only bit she actually heard was not to go the right third floor corridor, unless she wanted to die a painful death. 'Right, I'll have to remember that,' she thought.
"And now!" cheered Dumbledore, "for the school song!" Immediately the twins began their funeral march, but Sar sang to the tune of the newest song by the Weird Sisters, "Wand Hopping at Midnight."
Hogwarts, Hogwarts Hoggy Wortty Hogwarts...
Snape looked displeased at all the mirth, and Sar laughed, waving at him. He merely smirked and shook his head.
"Unbelievable," said George, "The mood swings you make that man capable of..."
Everyone was getting up to go to their rooms now. Sar caught sight of Harry giving Snape one last look, putting him palm to his forehead.
The second through seventh years sat in the hall. "Welcome!" Dumbledore spoke, "To another exciting year at Hogwarts! I hope that some of you will find this year, more exciting than previous years!" She could have sworn she saw Dumbledore throw her a look. "And while the first years are getting a brief introduction by Professor McGonagall, I would like to remind the rest of you, that the first years are in fact, human. Which means please no hexes, no curses, no bogey flavored Bertie Botts. At least, not until they get better accustomed to the castle."
"Rats," she heard the twins whisper from either side of her. She stared indignantly at everyone around her. If they ever dared to hurt Harry... She paused in amazement, suddenly becoming aware of the surge of responsibility she felt for the young boy. But at last, breaking her thoughts, the First Years came in timidly, looking more nervous than Percy Weasly did during potion finals last year.
"Abbott, Hannah!" The ceremony had begun, and Slytherin had gotten a new member. The list continued until at last Sar recognized someone. The little know-it-all witch from the train, whom Sar had just found out was named "Granger, Hermione", was sorted into Gryffindor. The table erupted with cheers and Sar smiled and motioned for the girl to sit down next to her, feeling bad that she wouldn't have anyone else to sit with. George made face. Sar gave him a quick jab in the ribs until something broke her attention.
"Malfoy, Draco!" Sar's head shot up. She recognized the name 'Malfoy' from her obsession with the Defense against Dark Arts. Not surprisingly, he was sorted into Slytherin. Sar shuddered, she didn't even know the boy, but he already disgusted her.
"Potter, Harry!" Whispers began to circulate the room. Sar watched intently, and she could feel eyes of suspicion from Hermione on her. She was probably wondering why Sar was staring at Harry like he was a hundred dollar bill.
"Do you know him?" Hermione asked.
"I knew his mother," Sar answered, not taking her eyes of the boy.
After what seemed like forever, the rumpled old hat shouted..."GRIFFYNDOR" like it had done for Sar two years earlier.
To Sar's delight Harry sat down next to Hermione, to whom he gave a feeble smile. And the table erupted in cheers, as the twins screamed, "WE GOT POTTER!" on the top of their lungs.
Toward the end of the ceremony, Fred and George's brother put the hat on, and she could've sworn it said, "Another Weasly, eh?" To no one's surprise, Ron was sorted into Gryffindor, and the feast began shortly thereafter.
Harry, Hermione, and Ron began speaking to the Gryffindor ghost, Nearly Headless Nick, when all of a sudden..."OW!" Sar turned and looked. Harry was rubbing his forehead. Her eyes darted to his scar, and he quickly removed his hand.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing..." he muttered, taken aback that she actually spoke to him. "Hey, do you know who that is..." he pointed to a hook nosed man with black greasy hair.
"Yeah sure," she said, "It's Snape...he's the Potions professor--"
"But every knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies," interjected yet another Weasly, Percy this time.
"He's a right pain in the ass"Fred grumbled.
"Oh I don't know about that..." said Sar, catching Snape's eye and flashing him a smile.
"Typical of you Jentles. Using you Nymph charisma to win even the slimiest over." George shook his head.
"Well, he stills prefers his Slytherins to me any day. And I actually try in his class! Unlike you all, trying to make you potions explode to drench the class with goop. I'm onto you!" Sar finished. The twins just smiled, and Harry looked grave. "What's wrong then?" Sar asked.
"No...nothing," he started to look interested in his mashed potatoes, and Sar dropped the matter.
At that point Dumbledore got up to make a speech to the whole school. Sar looked away disinterestedly wondering what was upsetting Harry. The only bit she actually heard was not to go the right third floor corridor, unless she wanted to die a painful death. 'Right, I'll have to remember that,' she thought.
"And now!" cheered Dumbledore, "for the school song!" Immediately the twins began their funeral march, but Sar sang to the tune of the newest song by the Weird Sisters, "Wand Hopping at Midnight."
Hogwarts, Hogwarts Hoggy Wortty Hogwarts...
Snape looked displeased at all the mirth, and Sar laughed, waving at him. He merely smirked and shook his head.
"Unbelievable," said George, "The mood swings you make that man capable of..."
Everyone was getting up to go to their rooms now. Sar caught sight of Harry giving Snape one last look, putting him palm to his forehead.