After the another quick encounter with the foe, the train slowly halted to a stop.
"Firs' years! Ei, all you god-damn, fuckin annoyin lil' firs' years!! Get your bloody arse's here right now!" yelled the angered and tempted Hagrid. Under his breath, he whispered, "Damn, I'm getting too old for this shite."
Mostly all of the first years just looked dumb-struck at the complimentary huge piece of bush covering Hagrid's countenance. Fear struck them, thinking he was this huge-arse giant, which he is part of, actually. "Awww, not again," mumbled Hagrid. "I'm no' abou' ta hurt ya, you friggin lil' kids. I'm just the frickin Care o' Magical Creatures teacher, so don't hate!" A scrawny boy with a digital, magical camera shivered in fear, looking upon, and i literally mean up on, Hagrid. Taking notice of the scrawny boy, Hagrid thought it would be funny to scare him and hollered straight at the boy's face, "BOO!!" The lil boy screamed like a little prissy girl and jumped into the freezing, black Lake. No one bothered to do anything, including Hagrid, who happened to have forgotten about the little boy.
"Damn it, i need to get off this lager," he mumbled, placing a huge bottle of lager back inside of his many pockets of his gigantic coat. "Okay firs' years, just follow me onto these boats and don't ask any fuckin questions! I'm not in the mood!"
Meanwhile, the trio noticed, from afar in the "horseless" carriages they were riding on, Hagrid's different behavior. Harry took this as Hagrid's way of coping with the fact that this was the trio's last year in Hogwarts and he wouldn't see them as much anymore after this year. Harry felts saddened by this, so did Ron and Hermione. "It's not like we won't be seeing him anymore....oh wait.......I'll probably me moving to Paris, because they have really great hair-perming salons there, and I need one bad," commented Hermione.
"Yeah, you do," Ron chuckled, giving Hermione a slight nudge, frustrating her. "Screw you, Ron! Just because I don't like your ugly redhead, you don't need to hate off of others', Hermione answered. And with that, she flicked him off and stared out the opposite window of where ran sat. Throughout the whole carraige ride, none of the trio spoke, until they finally reached the entrance of Hogwarts. After that, Ronny and Hermy settled their differences and walked side by side through the entrance, amazed annualy by the great artistic carvings of the walls, forgetting that they had left Harry all alone in the carriage. "Oh shite, Herm. We left Harry!" exclaimed Ron. Hermione and Ron rapidly struggled past over-anxious students, who were too eager to continue along the Great Hall for the annual feast. They both jumped over heads, checking to make sure they didn't miss Harry's messy head. "Hey, what are you guys doing there?" A green-eyed bloke came into view as the crowd parted forwards towards the Great Hall. "I've been searching for you guys at the table, but seeing as you guys weren't there, I thought you might've been.....umm......needing your time alone." Ron and Hermione blushed furiously. "Are you crazy Harry? We've just noticed we left you and came lookin' for you, nothing else. Oh shut up, Harry," Ron smiled, as he remembered saying that same phrase to Harry back in first year during flying lessons, where Ron's broom hit him on the nose. The trio laughed and continued their way to the the Great Hall, following the great, loud noises of chattering students. They sat themselves near Dean, Seamus, and of course, Neville. Neville had changed a lot ever since 6th year. His used-to-be chubby face was now straight and less circlyish or roundish. His double-chin had gone, and instead, a pointy, crimson-like chin poked out. Although his appeal and looks had changed, his personality hadn't one bit. He was still that forgetful, scared little follower boy in the inside. (Now forget about him and lets get back to the moment of this story)
The sorting ceremony had just ended, placing the camera boy in Hufflepuff, because he was a reject. Soon the chit-chattering that had gathered around the Hall was quickly silenced as Professor Dumbledore stood up, readying for his annual speach, in his dumb, old, monotonous and croaky voice. Let's skip the lecture, shall we? After the speech, dishes appeared in front of the students. The first years were amazed and began to drool and yell, again, like little prissy girls, in excitment and amazement. The older students just pointed and laughed at them, pissing around. As the feast ended, all four houses went their seperate ways. The Gryffindors were led to their dormitory by the new Prefect, but who cares about her because she's of no importance to this story. Unfortunately, none of the trio were Head Boy or Girl, including Ms. Perfect Hermione. Head Boy was the smoking Seamus Finnigan gasp and Head Girl was... Pansy? Yes, that Pantsy Pansy. Maybe Dumbledore has finally gone off of his rockers!! Anyways, as they made their way to the portrait entrance, The Fat Lady was no longer there. Instead, Sir Cadogan stole her spot. Damn! "Griffi Arseholeds," the prefect said, opening the chamber inside. Entering, the students made their way to their dorms, hurrying to go to sleep after that fantastic meal. Harry was just about to head upstairs along with Ron, but halted, noticing a brunette head peaking on top of the couch he usually sat at last year with Ron and Hermione. The chair turned around, facing Harry. Harry's jaw dropped and he stared in complete shock.