KnM- James say the disclaimer.
James- KnM does not, under any circumstances, own Harry Potter or anything directly linked to it. She does, however, own the plot.
KnM- See, that was simple. I really don't know why you all complain so much.
James- washing his mouth out with soap
Lily- Yea, simple. while cringing
KnM- Well, on to the story.
The boats landed on the dock and all of the new students climbed out of them. Professor Dumbledore led them all up the stairs of the gigantic castle and into the entree hall . Everyone stood looking apprehensive, wondering what would happen next.
Dumbledore spoke, "In a few moments you will be directed through the doors to your left and sorted into your houses. There are four houses: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. I will read your names in alphabetical order and you will come up to me and sit on a stool. I will place the Sorting Hat on your head and it will decide which house you will belong to. Once it has decided your house, you will step down and go and join your fellow housemates at the appropriate table. Which, most likely, will be the table cheering the most," he finished smiling.
"Another tradition, do you reckon?" James asked.
Remus, Sirius, and the girls nodded.
"I hope I get in a good house," Peter said.
Molly looked at him a giggled, "I'm sure you will," she assured him.
His face flushed. "Th-thank you."
Suddenly, Dumbledore appeared and gestured for them to follow him. "Follow me please, the Sorting is about to begin."
The students followed him through the great oak doors and into the vast Great Hall. A few gasped as they saw the ceiling, which did not look like a ceiling at all. Above them they could see a dark night sky with a sliver of a moon and a sprinkle of twinkling stars.
"It's enchanted," Lily whispered to them. "I read about it in a book. They've enchanted the ceiling to reflect what appears outside."
"Wicked," James and Molly murmered at the same time. Molly giggled, the tips of her ears turning red and James grinned.
"Form a line in front of me please," Professor Dumbledore said as the last of the students filed into the hall. He wasted no time before calling the first student to be sorted. "Thomas Abbott," he called, and a skinny boy stepped forward, trembling.
Abbott sat down and Dumbledore placed a very tattered, beaten old hat on his head. Everything was quiet for a moment, then…
"Hufflepuff!" bellowed the Hat through a rip in its seam. The boy stepped down and hurried to find a place at the Hufflepuff table.
"Sirius Black," was the next name Dumbledore read off his scroll.
James and Remus shoved Sirius forward and the hat was placed on his head. A few moments later the hat called out his house.
"Gryffindor!"
Sirius strode over to the Gryffindor table and took a seat.
"Dean Brondale." Was next, then a few names were called after that.
"Lily Evans."
Lily squealed. "I'm not ready!" she squeaked.
"Don't be scared, it's alright," James whispered in her ear.
She looked at him, squared her shoulders and walked up to Dumbledore.
"Gryffindor!" the Hat cried and Lily walked over and sat next to Sirius.
Several more students were sorted, the ones with names starting from F through K. Bellatrix was the next. She walked calmly up to the stool and sat down waiting for the hat to e placed on her head. No sooner had it been placed around her ears, did it shout, "Slytherin!" She sauntered over to the Slytherin's table and took a seat. Sirius shook his head.
"What?" Lily asked, looking at him questioningly.
"Slytherin isn't exactly the best group of witches and wizards. I'd have felt better if she was in a different house."
Lily nodded her agreement, "Yes, but let's hope she won't go bad. She seemed like a sweet enough girl."
Sirius snorted, "You obviously don't know her very well." He turned his attention back to the sorting. Remus had been sorted and he was coming towards them with a grin.
"Gryffindor?" Sirius asked.
"Gryffindor," Remus replied.
"Lucius Malfoy."
A very blond, snobby-looking boy came from the back of the, now smaller, crowd of first years.
"Slytherin!" the Hat cried as it touched the edges of his hair. Lucius smirked and walked proudly to the table of Slytherins applauding him. He sat next to Bellatrix and they immediately fell into deep conversation.
Peter and James were next, both were sorted into Gryffindor.
"Poor Molly, up there all alone. She must be so scared," Lily said as the name 'Severus Snape' was called.
"Look at him," Sirius said as the boy walked to Dumbledore. "It looks as though he hasn't washed his hair in a month."
"And his nose is huge," James commented, laughing.
Lily looked at them sternly. "Don't make fun of him," she said severely.
"Oh come on Evans, were just having a bit of fun," James argued.
"On someone else's account," she argued back.
"But look at him."
"You're so terrible!" she cried and turned away disgusted.
"Nice one mate," Remus hissed in his ear.
"What's her problem?" James asked wonderingly.
"I think it's you, James," Remus replied.
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Sorry for the short chapters. It will take me a while to upload my next few chapters because I am going to camp so bear with me! Please RR!!
-KnM
James- KnM does not, under any circumstances, own Harry Potter or anything directly linked to it. She does, however, own the plot.
KnM- See, that was simple. I really don't know why you all complain so much.
James- washing his mouth out with soap
Lily- Yea, simple. while cringing
KnM- Well, on to the story.
The boats landed on the dock and all of the new students climbed out of them. Professor Dumbledore led them all up the stairs of the gigantic castle and into the entree hall . Everyone stood looking apprehensive, wondering what would happen next.
Dumbledore spoke, "In a few moments you will be directed through the doors to your left and sorted into your houses. There are four houses: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. I will read your names in alphabetical order and you will come up to me and sit on a stool. I will place the Sorting Hat on your head and it will decide which house you will belong to. Once it has decided your house, you will step down and go and join your fellow housemates at the appropriate table. Which, most likely, will be the table cheering the most," he finished smiling.
"Another tradition, do you reckon?" James asked.
Remus, Sirius, and the girls nodded.
"I hope I get in a good house," Peter said.
Molly looked at him a giggled, "I'm sure you will," she assured him.
His face flushed. "Th-thank you."
Suddenly, Dumbledore appeared and gestured for them to follow him. "Follow me please, the Sorting is about to begin."
The students followed him through the great oak doors and into the vast Great Hall. A few gasped as they saw the ceiling, which did not look like a ceiling at all. Above them they could see a dark night sky with a sliver of a moon and a sprinkle of twinkling stars.
"It's enchanted," Lily whispered to them. "I read about it in a book. They've enchanted the ceiling to reflect what appears outside."
"Wicked," James and Molly murmered at the same time. Molly giggled, the tips of her ears turning red and James grinned.
"Form a line in front of me please," Professor Dumbledore said as the last of the students filed into the hall. He wasted no time before calling the first student to be sorted. "Thomas Abbott," he called, and a skinny boy stepped forward, trembling.
Abbott sat down and Dumbledore placed a very tattered, beaten old hat on his head. Everything was quiet for a moment, then…
"Hufflepuff!" bellowed the Hat through a rip in its seam. The boy stepped down and hurried to find a place at the Hufflepuff table.
"Sirius Black," was the next name Dumbledore read off his scroll.
James and Remus shoved Sirius forward and the hat was placed on his head. A few moments later the hat called out his house.
"Gryffindor!"
Sirius strode over to the Gryffindor table and took a seat.
"Dean Brondale." Was next, then a few names were called after that.
"Lily Evans."
Lily squealed. "I'm not ready!" she squeaked.
"Don't be scared, it's alright," James whispered in her ear.
She looked at him, squared her shoulders and walked up to Dumbledore.
"Gryffindor!" the Hat cried and Lily walked over and sat next to Sirius.
Several more students were sorted, the ones with names starting from F through K. Bellatrix was the next. She walked calmly up to the stool and sat down waiting for the hat to e placed on her head. No sooner had it been placed around her ears, did it shout, "Slytherin!" She sauntered over to the Slytherin's table and took a seat. Sirius shook his head.
"What?" Lily asked, looking at him questioningly.
"Slytherin isn't exactly the best group of witches and wizards. I'd have felt better if she was in a different house."
Lily nodded her agreement, "Yes, but let's hope she won't go bad. She seemed like a sweet enough girl."
Sirius snorted, "You obviously don't know her very well." He turned his attention back to the sorting. Remus had been sorted and he was coming towards them with a grin.
"Gryffindor?" Sirius asked.
"Gryffindor," Remus replied.
"Lucius Malfoy."
A very blond, snobby-looking boy came from the back of the, now smaller, crowd of first years.
"Slytherin!" the Hat cried as it touched the edges of his hair. Lucius smirked and walked proudly to the table of Slytherins applauding him. He sat next to Bellatrix and they immediately fell into deep conversation.
Peter and James were next, both were sorted into Gryffindor.
"Poor Molly, up there all alone. She must be so scared," Lily said as the name 'Severus Snape' was called.
"Look at him," Sirius said as the boy walked to Dumbledore. "It looks as though he hasn't washed his hair in a month."
"And his nose is huge," James commented, laughing.
Lily looked at them sternly. "Don't make fun of him," she said severely.
"Oh come on Evans, were just having a bit of fun," James argued.
"On someone else's account," she argued back.
"But look at him."
"You're so terrible!" she cried and turned away disgusted.
"Nice one mate," Remus hissed in his ear.
"What's her problem?" James asked wonderingly.
"I think it's you, James," Remus replied.
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Sorry for the short chapters. It will take me a while to upload my next few chapters because I am going to camp so bear with me! Please RR!!
-KnM