A/n: Due to the lack of reviews, I shouldn't even be updating this.
Consider this a charity. If I don't start to see more reviews soon, I'll
write a massive cliffhanger and go on vacation.
The-Boy-Who-Lived-Again... Chapter 11: Sorting it out
When Harry pulled his soaked body from the boat, Hagrid draped his gigantic moleskin coat across Harry's back.
"I dun know how yeh survived after bein' under fer ten minutes, but good luck to yeh." Hagrid said, leading the other students up the steps.
Harry follow a bit more slowly, and had to jog to catch up.
"Harold Davison?" An elderly woman with a hooked nose and eyes like a hawk asked tartly.
"Yes ma'am?" Harry replied politely.
"Professor will do. The headmaster wishes to speak with you privately. The password is 'Goobers.'" The professor stalked away swiftly, her robe swishing behind her.
The woman hadn't pointed him in the direction of the office either. Harry had now thoroughly lost track of both the Professor and the other First years. So he wandered around looking for someone who could point him in the right direction. He soon came upon a ghost.
"Excuse me?" Harry beckoned.
"Who are you? I know I've seen you before..." The ghostly woman asked "What's your name? You look SO familiar."
"I'm Harry Davison. Could you point me to the headmaster's office? I'm lost." Harry replied.
"I'm the Grey Lady. The Headmaster's office is down the stairs and to the right. I know I've seen you before..." The ghost mused "Vampire! You shall not harm Professor Dumbledore! Begone creature of the night!"
The ghost flew away to warn Dumbledore of his presence. Harry walked in the direction the woman pointed him, and reached a set of Gargoyles.
"Goobers." Harry said simply. The gargoyles stepped aside, revealing a moving staircase. Harry walked up the staircase, wondering why he was summoned.
"Hello Mister Davison. Come inside." A blue eyed man told him, from behind a long silver beard.
Harry assumed that this was Headmaster Dumbledore. Harry came inside as asked and took a seat.
"Headmaster." Harry said politely "You asked for me?"
"As a matter of fact, I did. Are you familiar with the arrangement for your studies?" Dumbledore asked him
"No I am not." Harry responded.
"Due to the charm cast upon you, you may start to remember things in classes, and finish courses faster than other students. Thus I decided that you should be able to advance to the next year when all of your teachers deem it appropriate. If you advance past fifth year, you must take your O.W.Ls and if you advance to the end of seventh, you must pass your N.E.W.Ts. Does this work for you?"
"Yes. Thank you." Harry replied. "Is that everything?"
"No. I must also let you know that you are not to drain the blood of any students. You must go to the forest on the grounds instead. Drink from any animal you might find there, except the unicorns." Dumbledore added.
"Yes sir." Harry replied, leaving the office. Dumbledore followed him out, and Harry managed to meet back with the other First years while Dumbledore went into the hall.
After standing there and looking stupid for a few minutes, the hawk-eyed Professor opened the door, letting them into the hall.
"When I say your name, come forward, sit on the stool and I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and it shall choose where you are to go." The Professor explained.
From there, a ratty old hat opened it's "mouth" and sang a long song about the history of Hogwarts and it's founders. After a long applause, the Professor began to list names. After 'Dennings, Alfred" Harry stepped up to the stool and sat.
Harry felt the dusty old hat drop to his head.
"Well, you sure have changed since the last time I sorted you. A vampire too now. And such power... I think I will put you where you should have gone the first time... SLYTHERIN!"
END!
The-Boy-Who-Lived-Again... Chapter 11: Sorting it out
When Harry pulled his soaked body from the boat, Hagrid draped his gigantic moleskin coat across Harry's back.
"I dun know how yeh survived after bein' under fer ten minutes, but good luck to yeh." Hagrid said, leading the other students up the steps.
Harry follow a bit more slowly, and had to jog to catch up.
"Harold Davison?" An elderly woman with a hooked nose and eyes like a hawk asked tartly.
"Yes ma'am?" Harry replied politely.
"Professor will do. The headmaster wishes to speak with you privately. The password is 'Goobers.'" The professor stalked away swiftly, her robe swishing behind her.
The woman hadn't pointed him in the direction of the office either. Harry had now thoroughly lost track of both the Professor and the other First years. So he wandered around looking for someone who could point him in the right direction. He soon came upon a ghost.
"Excuse me?" Harry beckoned.
"Who are you? I know I've seen you before..." The ghostly woman asked "What's your name? You look SO familiar."
"I'm Harry Davison. Could you point me to the headmaster's office? I'm lost." Harry replied.
"I'm the Grey Lady. The Headmaster's office is down the stairs and to the right. I know I've seen you before..." The ghost mused "Vampire! You shall not harm Professor Dumbledore! Begone creature of the night!"
The ghost flew away to warn Dumbledore of his presence. Harry walked in the direction the woman pointed him, and reached a set of Gargoyles.
"Goobers." Harry said simply. The gargoyles stepped aside, revealing a moving staircase. Harry walked up the staircase, wondering why he was summoned.
"Hello Mister Davison. Come inside." A blue eyed man told him, from behind a long silver beard.
Harry assumed that this was Headmaster Dumbledore. Harry came inside as asked and took a seat.
"Headmaster." Harry said politely "You asked for me?"
"As a matter of fact, I did. Are you familiar with the arrangement for your studies?" Dumbledore asked him
"No I am not." Harry responded.
"Due to the charm cast upon you, you may start to remember things in classes, and finish courses faster than other students. Thus I decided that you should be able to advance to the next year when all of your teachers deem it appropriate. If you advance past fifth year, you must take your O.W.Ls and if you advance to the end of seventh, you must pass your N.E.W.Ts. Does this work for you?"
"Yes. Thank you." Harry replied. "Is that everything?"
"No. I must also let you know that you are not to drain the blood of any students. You must go to the forest on the grounds instead. Drink from any animal you might find there, except the unicorns." Dumbledore added.
"Yes sir." Harry replied, leaving the office. Dumbledore followed him out, and Harry managed to meet back with the other First years while Dumbledore went into the hall.
After standing there and looking stupid for a few minutes, the hawk-eyed Professor opened the door, letting them into the hall.
"When I say your name, come forward, sit on the stool and I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and it shall choose where you are to go." The Professor explained.
From there, a ratty old hat opened it's "mouth" and sang a long song about the history of Hogwarts and it's founders. After a long applause, the Professor began to list names. After 'Dennings, Alfred" Harry stepped up to the stool and sat.
Harry felt the dusty old hat drop to his head.
"Well, you sure have changed since the last time I sorted you. A vampire too now. And such power... I think I will put you where you should have gone the first time... SLYTHERIN!"
END!