The train stopped in front of the station, allowing the students to pour out. Harry stood, looking around in amazement. Never before had he ever seen a place like this. It was as if he could almost feel the magic in the air, but he just couldn't quite place why he felt that this feeling was so familiar somehow. He shrugged it off and followed Ron towards the lake.

They got into the boats and headed straight for the large castle. Harry, Ron, and that girl Hermonie managed to get onto a boat and crossed in silence. Every boat was silent, stunned at the magical sight before them.

To Harry it felt as if years had passed buy. Each minute passed so quickly to him. He had never believed that any of this was true. Somehow he had thought that it was all a dream and now he knew that it wasn't.

An older woman stopped them before grand doors, smiling at them gently.

"Wait here to be sorted," She said before leaving them all alone to their thoughts. A young man with blonde hair stepped in front of Harry and smirked.

"Well, if it isn't Harry Potter. You shouldn't be making friends with the wrong sort if you know what is good for you. I can help you there. I'm Draco Malfoy, a pure blood wizard," the boy said, sticking his hand out to him. Harry looked down at it in disgust and looked back up. He straightened, not wanting to look like he was afraid. His eyes narrowed and his lips straightened into an angry line.

"Why don't you go away. You're the wrong sort and I already know it," Harry replied coldly. Draco's eyes widened, then narrowed.

"You chose wrong Potter. And now you're going to go just like your parents," he said, stepping forward. The elderly woman came out of now where, placing her hand upon Draco's shoulder. Draco jumped and moved away.

"It is time for you to be sorted," she said, walking away from them. She opened the grand doors. The scene inside was none like Harry had ever seen. Thousands of students sat in front of tables. Four very long tables that made their way down the length of the kind of hall typed place. They walked forward, looking around. Harry's stomach flopped in nervousness, hoping that he would not have to perform any type of spell for he didn't even know one yet.

They walked until they reached a stool with a very shabby hat upon it. Everyone sat silently, watching the hat. Suddenly it moved and started singing:

You are here to be sorted

On this very day

But I am here to tell you

That it isn't suppose to be that way

There will be a new tradition

For only me to see

And if you do not pass it

Then I will tell you where you out to be

I will tell you what's inside

Those minds of yours

And tell you just where you will go

And what will be in store

So come on

Don't be shy

I do not bite

I will tell you just where you want to be

And before the morning light

You will know where you're suppose to go

And I will tell you why

Curious? Well then, come and try me on

I am never wrong

Everyone looked at the hat in confusion, not truly understanding what he was singing. Then the names were called. Finally Harry's name was called.

Harry walked up and placed the hat upon his head, shutting his eyes against the sight of the crowd.

So you where do you want to be?

I don't know, please just tell me where to go.

You have a great want for Gryffindor. Why?

Because it isn't Slytherin.

Why don't you want to be in Slytherin. You would be great there. You would achieve the greatness that you seek.

I do not seek greatness. Please just send me to Gryffindor.

Either way you won't be happy.

Yes I will be. Now please just put me in Gryffindor.

Alright better make it, GRYFFINDOR!

Harry sighed in relief and ran over to the Gryffindor table which was roaring in applause at having him there. Ronald was next. It barely touched him before crying out Gryffindor and Hermonie was next, being place in Gryffindor as well. The three sat down and looked at each other. They shared scared smiles and waited for the ceremony to end.