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now. Not just a world. A universe....
A/N 5-17: grumbles Nope, still no internet. I shall apologize to Erica, Daisy, Megan, Kirby, Robyn and Vicki for not being on now. SORRY! And I'll apologize to everyone for not getting this up sooner. I wouldn't be in such a predicament if I'd typed it before... dances we're watching LOTR:FOTR in band because we have nothing else to do! But I get fitted for my marching uniform tomorrow... I'll end up getting someone's used uniform, and it'll be too big or too small... Ah well. And just to let you know, there are some hints of our daily lives in there... giggles you have to pay attention to past author's notes...
CHAPTER 4: The Sorting.
(Beth)
"Here they are, Professor."
"Thank you, Hagrid. Follow me, please." The professor said with a stern looking on her face. They did as they were told, following her all they way to the doors of the Great Hall.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, the start-of-term banquet will begin shortly. But before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has a history and each has produced outstanding wizards and witches. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule breaking will lose your points. At the end of the year the house with the most points gets awarded the House Cup. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school," said the professor. James realized that she had to have practiced that speech for the first years every year.
A boy bumped into them.
(Whitney)
James looked at the boy. He had dark, greasy hair and a large nose that seemed as though it may have been broken once or twice. His face had a very sallow look to it.
"Oh, sorry," James apologized to the boy.
The boy shook his head. "It's alright. I'm Severus Snape," he said, putting his hand out.
James shook Snape's hand. "I'm James Potter," he said cautiously. He didn't really like the boy, just by looking at him.
Sirius walked up behind James, Remus and Peter close behind. "Who's this?" he asked, eyeing the lanky boy.
"This is Severus," he motioned toward Snape. He turned back to his friends. "This is Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew."
Severus frowned. "Pettigrew... I've never heard that surname before." He said thoughtfully.
"Th-that's because I'm a-a-a m-muggle-born," Pettigrew squeaked.
"A Mudblood!" Snape spat. "Potter, you shouldn't be hanging out with such filthy as mudbloods," he hissed.
James frowned. This Snape was getting on his nerves. "Or maybe I shouldn't hang out with you," he said coolly. "C'mon, guys." He walked away from Snape, leading the little menagerie to the other side of the room. "What a git..." he commented once out of earshot.
"W-what's a Mudblood?" Peter asked.
Sirius sighed. "It's a really foul name for someone who's got muggle parents. Ya know, I really am sick of all this pure blood stuff. Next person that says pure bloods are better is gonna get it!" He raised his fists, nearly hitting a boy with honey blonde hair. "Sorry," he muttered.
"That's okay!" the boy said cheerfully. "I'm really excited about the sorting! I hope I'm in Ravenclaw... or Gryffindor!" The boy stopped. "Okay... so what was I looking for?" he asked himself. "Oh yeah! You haven't found a pair of glasses, have you? I dropped them. I guess I'm just really clumsy sometimes."
Remus bent over and picked something up off the ground. "Would these be it?" he asked politely.
"Yep! Thanks!" The boy took his glasses and put them on. "Much better! I'm-"He started, but the professor came into the front hall once more, cutting him off.
"They're ready for you now."
Excitement rushed through James. He hoped he'd be in Gryffindor... well, Ravenclaw would be okay, too, he thought. He wanted to be with his new friends most of all. The stern looking professor lead them into the Great Hall. James looked around, staring at the bewitched ceiling and turning around to see his fellow classmates.
"When I call your name, please come and sit on the stool. I shall place the sorting hat on your head and you will be sorted," announced the witch. She looked down at a long piece of parchment.
"Black, Sirius."
Sirius walked up to the front of the hall and sat on the stool. After a minute or so, the hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Sirius jumped down from the stool, a large grin on his face as he headed over to the cheering Gryffindor table.
"Dooley, Michaela."
A tall girl with curly blonde hair walked up, her face one of terror.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The girl nearly sprinted to the table, taking a seat next to the three girls they'd met earlier.
"Graye, Natasha."
James didn't pay attention to the sorting going on. He was daydreaming, thinking about what house he would be in.
The hat shouted, "RAVENCLAW!", bringing James back to Earth.
"Hagon, Alyssia."
(Beth)
A tall girl with shoulder length brown hair walked up as calm as can be. She sat there for the longest time, then finally-
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
(Whitney)
"Love, Devin" was put into Slytherin. James was starting to get anxious now. When would his name come up?
(Beth)
"Lupin, Remus."
The paler than normal Lupin walked up to the hat. The hat sat on his head for a while and the...
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Still very pale, Lupin went to sit by Sirius.
(Whitney)
James was really anxious now. Would he be in Gryffindor with Sirius and Remus? Thinking for a while, he didn't' pay attention until he heard, "Ochoa, Eric."
The bespectacled boy he had seen before walked up eagerly, jamming the hat on his head.
"RAVENCLAW!"
(Beth)
"O'Neil, Ashley," was made a Slytherin.
"Pettigrew, Peter."
Peter looked like he would rather eat a slug. He walked up to the stool. He sat for the longest time out of everyone. James felt sorry and hoped that he really was a wizard. Then finally...
"GRYFFINDOR!"
(Whitney)
Peter let out a little squeak and sprinted toward the Gryffindor table, plopping down next to Remus.
"Potter, James."
James jumped, his heart beating wildly against his ribcage. It was his turn! Being careful not to trip over himself as he made his way to the front, he sat on the stool. He felt the hat being set on his head. It slowly slid over his eyes.
Hmmm... said a voice in his head. Where should I put you? Let's see... James suddenly realized that the hat was talking to him. 'Please, let me be with my friends!' he thought to himself. The rip in the brim of the hat opened wide and shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"
(Anna)
He payed little attention to the rest of the names called. When everyone had been called, he noticed there was food on the plates. Taking it all in, he ignored everyone else until dessert, when they all started to talk again. Peter was exclaiming at the things Sirius, James, and Remus considered normal, such as appearing food, the ghosts flying overhead, and Quidditch, which James was describing to him.
"Being a muggle must be so dull. Imagine, no Quidditch?!" said James. "You wait, Peter, they've got a school Quidditch tournament, and flying lessons for the first years. That's why we can't bring brooms, see? They have the lessons so people don't get hurt-"
Dumbledore was standing, and everyone went quiet. "Welcome, first years," he said, "And welcome back to those who have been here in previous years. Before bed, I have a few announcements. First, that our new Divination teacher is Professor Peters. She has graciously come all the way from the United States of America, where she taught choir in a muggle school."
"Brilliant!" said Sirius to James, "she's a foreigner and she taught Muggles- prefect for my rebellion!"
Dumbledore spoke again. "Secondly, that the forest on the grounds is out of bounds to our students."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" James asked Sirius with a sly smile.
"Definitely," said Sirius.
"Thirdly and lastly," said Dumbledore, "May we all have a good school year."
The occupants of the Great Hall cheered raucously, and, with a clatter, everyone milled about towards the doors.
"First years," called a Prefect, "Gryffindor first years follow me to the house dormitory."
They followed her through the twists and turns, up a flight of stairs, and through a tapestry, to find a large portrait of a fat lady in pink silk. "Password?" she asked imperiously. Peter gasped.
"What?" asked James.
"The- that picture's, well, it's talking."
"Yeah, so?" said Sirius.
"So," said Peter, "A picture is speaking to us and all you can say is so?!"
"What, don't Muggle pictures talk?" asked James incredulously. He'd never heard of pictures that didn't talk. What was up with that?
Peter just stared at him. The picture had opened. "Password? What was that password? Did anyone get the password?" asked Peter frantically.
"Bravery," said Remus Lupin.
"Sorry, I just didn't want to have to wait for someone to open it for me," said Peter.
"No, the password- it's bravery," said Remus.
"Oh," said Peter, embarrassed.
The Prefect showed them their dormitory. Almost too exhausted to say good night, the four dressed in pajamas and went to bed.
ARRRRRGH! It's still not working! kicks internet WORK! sighs Dang it... anyways, I'll just have one thing that's reviews... I dunno. Erica, you're probably getting all these chapters, one right after the other... giggles same with Megan. I dunno who else is reading them...
A/N 5-17: grumbles Nope, still no internet. I shall apologize to Erica, Daisy, Megan, Kirby, Robyn and Vicki for not being on now. SORRY! And I'll apologize to everyone for not getting this up sooner. I wouldn't be in such a predicament if I'd typed it before... dances we're watching LOTR:FOTR in band because we have nothing else to do! But I get fitted for my marching uniform tomorrow... I'll end up getting someone's used uniform, and it'll be too big or too small... Ah well. And just to let you know, there are some hints of our daily lives in there... giggles you have to pay attention to past author's notes...
CHAPTER 4: The Sorting.
(Beth)
"Here they are, Professor."
"Thank you, Hagrid. Follow me, please." The professor said with a stern looking on her face. They did as they were told, following her all they way to the doors of the Great Hall.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, the start-of-term banquet will begin shortly. But before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has a history and each has produced outstanding wizards and witches. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule breaking will lose your points. At the end of the year the house with the most points gets awarded the House Cup. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school," said the professor. James realized that she had to have practiced that speech for the first years every year.
A boy bumped into them.
(Whitney)
James looked at the boy. He had dark, greasy hair and a large nose that seemed as though it may have been broken once or twice. His face had a very sallow look to it.
"Oh, sorry," James apologized to the boy.
The boy shook his head. "It's alright. I'm Severus Snape," he said, putting his hand out.
James shook Snape's hand. "I'm James Potter," he said cautiously. He didn't really like the boy, just by looking at him.
Sirius walked up behind James, Remus and Peter close behind. "Who's this?" he asked, eyeing the lanky boy.
"This is Severus," he motioned toward Snape. He turned back to his friends. "This is Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew."
Severus frowned. "Pettigrew... I've never heard that surname before." He said thoughtfully.
"Th-that's because I'm a-a-a m-muggle-born," Pettigrew squeaked.
"A Mudblood!" Snape spat. "Potter, you shouldn't be hanging out with such filthy as mudbloods," he hissed.
James frowned. This Snape was getting on his nerves. "Or maybe I shouldn't hang out with you," he said coolly. "C'mon, guys." He walked away from Snape, leading the little menagerie to the other side of the room. "What a git..." he commented once out of earshot.
"W-what's a Mudblood?" Peter asked.
Sirius sighed. "It's a really foul name for someone who's got muggle parents. Ya know, I really am sick of all this pure blood stuff. Next person that says pure bloods are better is gonna get it!" He raised his fists, nearly hitting a boy with honey blonde hair. "Sorry," he muttered.
"That's okay!" the boy said cheerfully. "I'm really excited about the sorting! I hope I'm in Ravenclaw... or Gryffindor!" The boy stopped. "Okay... so what was I looking for?" he asked himself. "Oh yeah! You haven't found a pair of glasses, have you? I dropped them. I guess I'm just really clumsy sometimes."
Remus bent over and picked something up off the ground. "Would these be it?" he asked politely.
"Yep! Thanks!" The boy took his glasses and put them on. "Much better! I'm-"He started, but the professor came into the front hall once more, cutting him off.
"They're ready for you now."
Excitement rushed through James. He hoped he'd be in Gryffindor... well, Ravenclaw would be okay, too, he thought. He wanted to be with his new friends most of all. The stern looking professor lead them into the Great Hall. James looked around, staring at the bewitched ceiling and turning around to see his fellow classmates.
"When I call your name, please come and sit on the stool. I shall place the sorting hat on your head and you will be sorted," announced the witch. She looked down at a long piece of parchment.
"Black, Sirius."
Sirius walked up to the front of the hall and sat on the stool. After a minute or so, the hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Sirius jumped down from the stool, a large grin on his face as he headed over to the cheering Gryffindor table.
"Dooley, Michaela."
A tall girl with curly blonde hair walked up, her face one of terror.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The girl nearly sprinted to the table, taking a seat next to the three girls they'd met earlier.
"Graye, Natasha."
James didn't pay attention to the sorting going on. He was daydreaming, thinking about what house he would be in.
The hat shouted, "RAVENCLAW!", bringing James back to Earth.
"Hagon, Alyssia."
(Beth)
A tall girl with shoulder length brown hair walked up as calm as can be. She sat there for the longest time, then finally-
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
(Whitney)
"Love, Devin" was put into Slytherin. James was starting to get anxious now. When would his name come up?
(Beth)
"Lupin, Remus."
The paler than normal Lupin walked up to the hat. The hat sat on his head for a while and the...
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Still very pale, Lupin went to sit by Sirius.
(Whitney)
James was really anxious now. Would he be in Gryffindor with Sirius and Remus? Thinking for a while, he didn't' pay attention until he heard, "Ochoa, Eric."
The bespectacled boy he had seen before walked up eagerly, jamming the hat on his head.
"RAVENCLAW!"
(Beth)
"O'Neil, Ashley," was made a Slytherin.
"Pettigrew, Peter."
Peter looked like he would rather eat a slug. He walked up to the stool. He sat for the longest time out of everyone. James felt sorry and hoped that he really was a wizard. Then finally...
"GRYFFINDOR!"
(Whitney)
Peter let out a little squeak and sprinted toward the Gryffindor table, plopping down next to Remus.
"Potter, James."
James jumped, his heart beating wildly against his ribcage. It was his turn! Being careful not to trip over himself as he made his way to the front, he sat on the stool. He felt the hat being set on his head. It slowly slid over his eyes.
Hmmm... said a voice in his head. Where should I put you? Let's see... James suddenly realized that the hat was talking to him. 'Please, let me be with my friends!' he thought to himself. The rip in the brim of the hat opened wide and shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"
(Anna)
He payed little attention to the rest of the names called. When everyone had been called, he noticed there was food on the plates. Taking it all in, he ignored everyone else until dessert, when they all started to talk again. Peter was exclaiming at the things Sirius, James, and Remus considered normal, such as appearing food, the ghosts flying overhead, and Quidditch, which James was describing to him.
"Being a muggle must be so dull. Imagine, no Quidditch?!" said James. "You wait, Peter, they've got a school Quidditch tournament, and flying lessons for the first years. That's why we can't bring brooms, see? They have the lessons so people don't get hurt-"
Dumbledore was standing, and everyone went quiet. "Welcome, first years," he said, "And welcome back to those who have been here in previous years. Before bed, I have a few announcements. First, that our new Divination teacher is Professor Peters. She has graciously come all the way from the United States of America, where she taught choir in a muggle school."
"Brilliant!" said Sirius to James, "she's a foreigner and she taught Muggles- prefect for my rebellion!"
Dumbledore spoke again. "Secondly, that the forest on the grounds is out of bounds to our students."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" James asked Sirius with a sly smile.
"Definitely," said Sirius.
"Thirdly and lastly," said Dumbledore, "May we all have a good school year."
The occupants of the Great Hall cheered raucously, and, with a clatter, everyone milled about towards the doors.
"First years," called a Prefect, "Gryffindor first years follow me to the house dormitory."
They followed her through the twists and turns, up a flight of stairs, and through a tapestry, to find a large portrait of a fat lady in pink silk. "Password?" she asked imperiously. Peter gasped.
"What?" asked James.
"The- that picture's, well, it's talking."
"Yeah, so?" said Sirius.
"So," said Peter, "A picture is speaking to us and all you can say is so?!"
"What, don't Muggle pictures talk?" asked James incredulously. He'd never heard of pictures that didn't talk. What was up with that?
Peter just stared at him. The picture had opened. "Password? What was that password? Did anyone get the password?" asked Peter frantically.
"Bravery," said Remus Lupin.
"Sorry, I just didn't want to have to wait for someone to open it for me," said Peter.
"No, the password- it's bravery," said Remus.
"Oh," said Peter, embarrassed.
The Prefect showed them their dormitory. Almost too exhausted to say good night, the four dressed in pajamas and went to bed.
ARRRRRGH! It's still not working! kicks internet WORK! sighs Dang it... anyways, I'll just have one thing that's reviews... I dunno. Erica, you're probably getting all these chapters, one right after the other... giggles same with Megan. I dunno who else is reading them...