During the year of 1971 (the current year in the story) Lucius isn't supposed to be at Hogwarts; he should've graduated in 1970, and it's extremely irregular for him to be nice to a first year… Just read it.

When they walked inside, there was a rather tall, young, but stern-looking lady, who was sent to greet them.

"Hello" she said. "My name is Professor Minerva McGonagall. I am you transfiguration teacher, but I am also here to remind you of the rules. First off, we do not tolerate immature behavior. Second, while getting sorted into your houses, we expect you to be extremely silent. After the sorting you can eat and you may talk.

"There are four possible houses that you may be sorted into: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. While you are here at Hogwarts, I suggest you behave yourself. Your house will be like your family. If you keep your grades up and behave, you will get what we call "house points." Like-wise, if you decide to be irresponsible and childish, you will loose points. The house with the most points at the end of the year will be awarded the house-cup. They're ready for you. Let's go!"

She led them into a huge hall with hundreds of candles floating in mid-air

Lily was astonished.

There were four long tables with beaming plates and huge goblets placed upon them. Seas of students were already sitting down, having whispered conversations as the group of first years poured in. where the rest of the students were sitting. As Lily scanned the large hall, her eyes wandered up to where a man with a long beard that was still slightly blonde was sitting. His table contained many other adults, so she figured that they were the teachers.

Professor McGonagall formed the new students into a line, took them up a few stairs, and stood herself next to a frayed-looking hat. For some reason, Lily got the urge to look up, and when she did, she saw the night itself outside. She figured that there was no ceiling, until a girl next to her said, "the roof is just bewitched to look like the sky outside. By the way, my name's Mary Goldpipe. What's yours?"

"I'm Lily Evans. How did you know that about the roof?" while Lily spoke, she surveyed the girl. She had medium-long gold hair, and she was extremely pretty.

"I've read Hogwarts; A History already. I've found it an interesting read."

The talking between them stopped, and only a few seconds later, Lily saw the hat move that she had seen her Professor stand next to. The brim opened like it was a mouth and it sang:

Welcome students
To the land of the free
Where witchcraft takes over
So magically
Whilst there are rules to follow
There is time to have fun
For I am the Sorting Hat
And my song had begun
I'm sure that you all have heard
About the four houses here
Each one unique
Each one near
First there is Gryffindor
The mighty and brave
They're ready to fight
Right down to their grave
Next there's Ravenclaw
The witty and smart
Their friendship is worth earning
Right from the start
Third is Hufflepuff
The sweetest of the four
They'll be loyal to you
Even if you're kind no more
Finally there's Slytherin
The most cunning of all
They get what they want
And their pride won't fall
So I hope you like Hogwarts
I'll tell you where to go
One house belongs to you
And only I know

The hall burst out into applause when the song was finished. The hat bowed to all four tables, and then Professor McGonagall took the parchment that was on the floor next to the stool and called out a name.

"Adams, Tyler!"

A boy with hair so dark that it almost seemed back stumbled forward. McGonagall signaled for him to sit on the stool, which he did, and she placed the hat on his head, which slid several inches over his eyes. After a pause, the hat roared out "RAVENCLAW!"

A table on the left of Lily burst out cheering and clapping.

Soon, It was Sirius' turn.

"Black, Sirius!" the professor shouted.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat roared, almost as soon as the hat touched his head.

Gryffindor's table burst out cheering for the first student that made it to their table. Lucius glared from the Slytherin table. Earlier, on the train, Sirius explained how Lucius had failed his fifth year and that he'd just turned eighteen.

After pushing those thoughts to the back of her head, Lilt heard her name called.

"Evans, Lily."

Lily slowly started walking to the stool, and she felt like she'd never get there. All eyes were on her, and she suddenly wished her hair wasn't so red. She felt stupid, hoping that, but it crossed her mind.

When she finally reached it, she shakily sat down, and soon she saw just plain black.

"Ahh, Miss Evans, do you want to know something?" the hat asked slowly, but only so she could hear.

Sure. Lily thought.

"I really don't know what house to put you in. I cannot decide between two houses for you."

And which houses are they?

"Slytherin and Gryffindor. You would do well in both. So, it's up to you. Would you rather be Dark, extremely intelligent, and successful, which is Slytherin, or Good, brave, and successful, which is Gryffindor…?"

I prefer Good, myself, but I figured you would already know that, because I noticed you could hear what I'm thinking.

"I knew, but I wanted to make sure I was right."

You were. After all, it's our choices that hold our future.

"GRYFFINDOR! DEFINATLEY A GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted out to the rest of the Hall.

Lily blinked several times, trying to adjust her eyes back to the light.

The Gryffindor table busted out with cheers. Sirius was waving madly at her, yelling "GO LILY!" at the top of his lungs. She ran down to sit next to him. Soon, Remus, James, and Peter accompanied them, and also a boy named Frank Longbottom. Some other girls were in Gryffindor also, including the girl Lily had met earlier; Mary Goldpipe.

The whole hall suddenly grew quiet as Dumbledore, the Headmaster, stood up and said, "Let the feast begin!"

To Lily's amazement, the empty platters in front of her suddenly filled with food, and Lily ate and talked until she could not stand it any more. Soon, Dumbledore stood up again and said, "I know you are all full to an extreme extent and you do not wish to hear an old man mumbling before you go to sleep," (many people laughed) "but I must remind you, the Forbidden Forest is strictly off-limits to all students." He smiled at each table.

"Now, good night to you all! Please, do sleep well. Will the prefects please direct the first-years to their common room? Good night!"

With that, from the head of each table, two people stood up and yelled, "First years, follow me!"

The Gryffindor prefects lead them up many staircases and through many portraits and hallways, until they were outside of a picture of a rather fat lady squeezed tightly into a pink dress.

"Er, the password is 'mot de passé,'" said the boy prefect. The picture swung open to reveal a brightly lit room that had squishy dark red chairs surrounding an excited fire. The room also contained two spiral staircases. "I hope that you will all remember it. It's very simple, actually; it means 'password' in French." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Girls to the left staircase, Boys on the right!" the girl prefect said.

Lily took a few steps up the left staircase and saw a door that said 'First Year's Dormitories.' Lily stepped inside, found her trunk at the foot of a four-poster bed, then threw herself uponthe matressand quickly fell asleep.