Chapter 2 - - - The Sorting
After the first years all entered the hall, Professor McGonagall took out a stool and an old hat. The hat was odd as far as hats go for it was the Hogwarts Sorting Hat. Its only purpose was to separate new students into any one of the four houses: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. The first years stared at the hat expectantly. Suddenly, the seam at the brim of the hat opened and it began to sing.
"In olden times, when founders four Did share a tight, strong bond, They, themselves, chose the ones Of whom they'd be most fond.
The bravest and boldest
Were chosen by Gryffindor.
Ravenclaw took the smartest,
Since that's who she thought school was for.
Slytherin, young students hear,
Chose ones with high ambition.
At lastly, Hufflepuff did take
Hard workers and those with vision.
Now that they are dead and gone,
It is my job to take over their task
To separate young students.
How I do this you might ask.
Place me upon your head
And inside your mind I'll see.
I'll tell you where you belong
And where your friends might be.
I hate to separate you all,
But that's what I have to do.
I'll tell you a tale now,
A tale known by few.
Once best friends the four did split
And went their separate ways.
When Slytherin left the school,
The discord last days.
The rift it caused among the founders
We, a way, must mend.
If we are to remain strong,
The houses must be friends.
This is what I have to say,
The mending must begin.
So let the Sorting Ceremony start
And unite now so we might win."
Everyone in the Great Hall broke out in cheers when the song finished. This was the second time the hat had sung of uniting the houses. Harry glanced at the Slytherin table. The hat might think that becoming friends was easy, but actually doing it was another story.
Ron turned to Harry, "I hope this doesn't take long. I'm starving."
Hermione jabbed Ron in the side and gave him a disapproving look. Michelle looked at her new friends. She missed having friends. She really did. She had forgotten how good it felt to have them.
After "Zephyr, Anne" was sorted into "Ravenclaw," Professor Dumbledore stood to make his start of term speech.
"As you already know, the Ministry of Magic has finally admitted that Voldemort is back. As such, our world is now in a state of war. Voldemort will make his move soon, once he builds up his forces. Do not worry though; you are safe within these walls. He will not stop us from educating your young minds. Classes will go on as usual."
He looked around the Great Hall, his eyes resting on Michelle and Harry. "Speaking of classes," he continued. "We have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher. We seem to be in need of one each year," he said, his blue eyes twinkling. "I'd like to introduce to you, my dear friend, Professor Tobias White."
A tall man rose. He had white hair and a long white beard, rivaling Professor Dumbledore's. He had green eyes that seemed to see beyond normal sight. The students began to clap unsure of what else to do. Professor White, unlike Dumbledore, held no warmth in his eyes. This frightened some. Professor White sat down.
Dumbledore continued, "As usual the forest is forbidden. Mr. Filch has posted a list of forbidden items in his office. If there is nothing else," he looked around the staff table. "Tuck in."
Food appeared on the tables, much to Ron's delight. The welcoming feast was underway.
"So Michelle, what do your parents do?" Hermione asked.
"My mother died when I was young and I don't see my father that much anymore, so I couldn't tell you what he does," Michelle replied.
"I'm sorry to bring it up," Hermione said with genuine sadness in her features.
"It's all right. What has happened, happened. We can't change it, so we might as well move on. It makes no sense to dwell on the past and forget to live in the present," Michelle remarked as she took another sip of her drink.
"Wow," Ron commented. "You could learn from her Harry." Once again this caused Hermione to jab him in the side. "What? What did I say?"
Hermione just shook her head and looked at Harry, "So Harry, looking forward to playing Quidditch again?"
"I guess," Harry mumbled. He had not really touched any of the food.
"I wonder who will be our captain this year? Who do you reckon it'll be?" Ron asked.
"I dunno," Harry replied.
"You need to eat something, Harry," Michelle told him.
"I'm not hungry," he said.
"Of course you are," Hermione said.
The two girls then began to pile food onto Harry's plate, much to Ron's amusement. Neville and Dean Thomas looked at them and began to laugh. The pile of food was over their heads already.
"All right! All right! I'll eat. Just stop it," Harry gave in.
"I knew you'd see it our way," Michelle smirked.
After dinner the prefects led their houses to their common rooms. The Gryffindors reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. Hermione turned to face them.
"This is the entrance to our common room First Years. The password is Fire Bird."
The portrait sung open revealing a door. The Gryffindors piled into the common room. Hermione turned to them again.
"Girls will follow me to their dormitories. The boys will follow Ron."
She led the girls through one door and Ron led the boys through another. Harry entered the familiar room with the five beds. His trunk as usual was already there. He changed into his pajamas and lay in his bed. His thoughts turned to a certain girl. 'How could I have not noticed her before? Has she really been here all this time? She must have been.' He faintly remembered her being sorted. He fell asleep still thinking about her.
In the girl's dormitories, Michelle sat staring out the window. She was happy again. She could not remember the last time she felt so good. Hopefully they could be friends for a long time. She smiled to herself and went to change into her pajamas. She crawled into her bed and quickly fell asleep. That night she dreamed of her new friends.
AN: Here is the second chapter. I still do not own Harry Potter. Thank you for all of the reviews so far. I love reviews. Please keep reviewing and don't be shy to say what you think. I hope you like the story so far. Keep reading.
KoKo Belle
After the first years all entered the hall, Professor McGonagall took out a stool and an old hat. The hat was odd as far as hats go for it was the Hogwarts Sorting Hat. Its only purpose was to separate new students into any one of the four houses: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. The first years stared at the hat expectantly. Suddenly, the seam at the brim of the hat opened and it began to sing.
"In olden times, when founders four Did share a tight, strong bond, They, themselves, chose the ones Of whom they'd be most fond.
The bravest and boldest
Were chosen by Gryffindor.
Ravenclaw took the smartest,
Since that's who she thought school was for.
Slytherin, young students hear,
Chose ones with high ambition.
At lastly, Hufflepuff did take
Hard workers and those with vision.
Now that they are dead and gone,
It is my job to take over their task
To separate young students.
How I do this you might ask.
Place me upon your head
And inside your mind I'll see.
I'll tell you where you belong
And where your friends might be.
I hate to separate you all,
But that's what I have to do.
I'll tell you a tale now,
A tale known by few.
Once best friends the four did split
And went their separate ways.
When Slytherin left the school,
The discord last days.
The rift it caused among the founders
We, a way, must mend.
If we are to remain strong,
The houses must be friends.
This is what I have to say,
The mending must begin.
So let the Sorting Ceremony start
And unite now so we might win."
Everyone in the Great Hall broke out in cheers when the song finished. This was the second time the hat had sung of uniting the houses. Harry glanced at the Slytherin table. The hat might think that becoming friends was easy, but actually doing it was another story.
Ron turned to Harry, "I hope this doesn't take long. I'm starving."
Hermione jabbed Ron in the side and gave him a disapproving look. Michelle looked at her new friends. She missed having friends. She really did. She had forgotten how good it felt to have them.
After "Zephyr, Anne" was sorted into "Ravenclaw," Professor Dumbledore stood to make his start of term speech.
"As you already know, the Ministry of Magic has finally admitted that Voldemort is back. As such, our world is now in a state of war. Voldemort will make his move soon, once he builds up his forces. Do not worry though; you are safe within these walls. He will not stop us from educating your young minds. Classes will go on as usual."
He looked around the Great Hall, his eyes resting on Michelle and Harry. "Speaking of classes," he continued. "We have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher. We seem to be in need of one each year," he said, his blue eyes twinkling. "I'd like to introduce to you, my dear friend, Professor Tobias White."
A tall man rose. He had white hair and a long white beard, rivaling Professor Dumbledore's. He had green eyes that seemed to see beyond normal sight. The students began to clap unsure of what else to do. Professor White, unlike Dumbledore, held no warmth in his eyes. This frightened some. Professor White sat down.
Dumbledore continued, "As usual the forest is forbidden. Mr. Filch has posted a list of forbidden items in his office. If there is nothing else," he looked around the staff table. "Tuck in."
Food appeared on the tables, much to Ron's delight. The welcoming feast was underway.
"So Michelle, what do your parents do?" Hermione asked.
"My mother died when I was young and I don't see my father that much anymore, so I couldn't tell you what he does," Michelle replied.
"I'm sorry to bring it up," Hermione said with genuine sadness in her features.
"It's all right. What has happened, happened. We can't change it, so we might as well move on. It makes no sense to dwell on the past and forget to live in the present," Michelle remarked as she took another sip of her drink.
"Wow," Ron commented. "You could learn from her Harry." Once again this caused Hermione to jab him in the side. "What? What did I say?"
Hermione just shook her head and looked at Harry, "So Harry, looking forward to playing Quidditch again?"
"I guess," Harry mumbled. He had not really touched any of the food.
"I wonder who will be our captain this year? Who do you reckon it'll be?" Ron asked.
"I dunno," Harry replied.
"You need to eat something, Harry," Michelle told him.
"I'm not hungry," he said.
"Of course you are," Hermione said.
The two girls then began to pile food onto Harry's plate, much to Ron's amusement. Neville and Dean Thomas looked at them and began to laugh. The pile of food was over their heads already.
"All right! All right! I'll eat. Just stop it," Harry gave in.
"I knew you'd see it our way," Michelle smirked.
After dinner the prefects led their houses to their common rooms. The Gryffindors reached the portrait of the Fat Lady. Hermione turned to face them.
"This is the entrance to our common room First Years. The password is Fire Bird."
The portrait sung open revealing a door. The Gryffindors piled into the common room. Hermione turned to them again.
"Girls will follow me to their dormitories. The boys will follow Ron."
She led the girls through one door and Ron led the boys through another. Harry entered the familiar room with the five beds. His trunk as usual was already there. He changed into his pajamas and lay in his bed. His thoughts turned to a certain girl. 'How could I have not noticed her before? Has she really been here all this time? She must have been.' He faintly remembered her being sorted. He fell asleep still thinking about her.
In the girl's dormitories, Michelle sat staring out the window. She was happy again. She could not remember the last time she felt so good. Hopefully they could be friends for a long time. She smiled to herself and went to change into her pajamas. She crawled into her bed and quickly fell asleep. That night she dreamed of her new friends.
AN: Here is the second chapter. I still do not own Harry Potter. Thank you for all of the reviews so far. I love reviews. Please keep reviewing and don't be shy to say what you think. I hope you like the story so far. Keep reading.
KoKo Belle