DISCLAIMER:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR BOY MEETS WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!

When the train pulled into the station, Cory could hear Hagrid's voice calling for first years.
"Hello guys!" Hagrid said when Cory, Harry, Shawn, and Topanga walked up to him. When all the first years gathered, Hagrid led them to the boats, where they would sail to Hogwarts. Harry, Cory, Shawn, and Ron where in the same boat and Topanga caught up with Hermonie and two other girls. From the boats everyone could see Hogwarts, that which looked like a castle, aglow with lights.

Inside, the first years climbed up the stairs on their way to the Great Hall, they met Professor McGonagall.
"Welcome to Hogwarts. Now in few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Now while you are here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points, any rule breaking, and you will loose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will be awarded the House Cup."
"Trevor!" a boy, who must have been Neville, shouted and ran to Professor McGonagall's feet to get his toad. "Sorry." He said as he took his spot in the group.
"The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily." Professor McGonagall said then she walked through the doors behind her. When she had gone, a boy called out.
"So it's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." When the boy said that, the room was filled with whispers. "This is Crabbe, and this is Goyle." He said motioning in each direction with his head. "And I'm Malfoy, Draco, Malfoy." Ron started snickering. "Think my name's funny do ya?" Draco snapped. "I don't need to ask yours. Red hair, and a Hand-me-down robe, you must a Weasley!" Draco directed to Ron, but then turned his attention back to Harry. "You'll soon find that other wizarding families are better than others Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort." He shot a glance at Ron. "I can help you there." Draco extended his hand to Harry. Harry just looked at his hand.
"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." Then Professor McGonagall appeared.
"We're ready for you now." She led the nervous first years down the long walk to the teachers table where there was a stool set up with an ugly hat on it.
"It's mot really the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History." Hermonie shared with Topanga who was caught starring at the ceiling, which was beautifully equipped with hanging candles to act as chandeliers. When the first years had gathered around the stool where the hat sat, it starting singing. When it was through, the room was full of applause, mostly first years.
"Now, before we begin, Dumbledore would like to say a few words." Professor McGonagall said and sat down giving Professor Dumbledore the floor.
"I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce. The first years, please take note, that the Dark Forrest is strictly forbidden. To all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filtch, has asked me to remind you that the third floor corridor, on the right hand side, is out of bounds, to anyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you." Dumbledore said and sat down.
"Now, when I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses." Professor McGonagall said as she pick up the Sorting Hat. "Hermonie Granger." She read off her list.
"Gryffindor!" the hat yelled and the Gryffindor table broke into applause.
"Cory Matthews." After what seemed like hours to Cory, the Sorting hat finally yelled out:
"Gryffindor!" and again the Gryffindors applauded.
"Draco Malfoy."
"Slytherin!" the hat yelled before it was all the way on Draco's head.
"Topanga Lawrence."
"Gryffindor!" It seemed like the Sorting Hat was only on her head for a minute before it decided.
"Zuzu Bonds."
"Hufflepuff." One of the teachers starred directly at Harry, and his scar started to burn.
"Shawn Hunter."
"Gryffindor!"
"Ronald Weasley."
"Gryffindor!"
"Harry Potter." The whole place fell silent. Harry begged with the hat not to put him in Slytherin. So, the hat announced:
"Gryffindor!" and the entire Gryffindor table gave him a standing ovation. After what seemed like hours, the sorting was finished and the feast began.
"Who's that next to Professor Quirrell?" Harry asked Percy, because that teacher had been staring at him when his scar hurt.
"Oh! That's Professor Snape, Head of Slytherin House."
"What's he teach?"
"Potions. But everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies." Percy replied. "He's been after Quirrell's job for years." Ron reached for a buffalo wing.
"AH!!" Ron screamed and dropped his wing back on the plate.
"Hello! How are you? Welcome to Gryffindor." A ghost had floated out of the buffalo wings and greeted everyone at the table.
"Hello Sir Nicholas. How was your summer?" Percy asked the ghost.
"Dismal once again. My request to join the headless hunt has been denied."
"Hey I know you. You're Nearly Headless Nick!" Ron exclaimed.
"I prefer Sir Nicholas if you don't mind."
"Nearly headless?" Topanga asked.
"How can you be nearly headless?" Hermonie asked finishing Topanga's train of thought.
"Like this." Nick said as he grabbed the side of his head and pulled it towards his shoulder, reveling the insides of his neck. Hermonie and Topanga shuddered as Nick put his head back on straight.
"Well, I could have gone my entire life without seeing that." Cory said as he dropped his buffalo wings and picked up some BBQ ribs.

After the feast, Percy led the first years to the Gryffindor common room and dormitories. Everyone got settled in and went to bed, with the exception of Harry who stayed up and stared out the window at the grounds below. Suddenly the sound of screaming could be heard. Cary was sitting upright in his bed screaming causing all the guys to wake up. Cory and Shawn looked at each other.
"Was it the dummy dream again?" Shawn asked.
"Yes...but this time he was on foot," Cory turned to face Shawn, "He had a gun." As soon as Cory said that, he fell back onto his pillow and fell asleep. Mumbles could be heard through out the dorm and Harry used this to his advantage to sneak to bed without anyone knowing he was up.