AUTHORS NOTE: Hey sorry it took me so long to get this out but the only time I get to work on it is in school because I don't have internet at home. Oh and thanks for the awesome reviews! I will try to make the chapters longer. I know chapter 2 was short but I was trying to get it out fast so sorry about that. Oh, and in the first chapter I think I wrote "Rat Tail" instead of "Wormtail," so I'm just correcting my mistake. That was because I was writing it at school during class and didn't have the book as a reference. Anyways… I hope you guys like the newest chapter! RR!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any other character accept Lilian, but oh I do own a shirt that says SEEKER in big letters… does that count because if it doesn't I also have a shirt that says "Wizard-in-training"…

Chapter 4: The Sorted Warning

The start of term dinner went by quicker than anyone thought possible. Harry Potter lay in his bed still thinking of tonight's events.

Shortly after Harry had fallen asleep, on the train, he was awoken by what felt like an urgent pecking on his left temple. "Err... Stop it Hedwig!" Harry said swatting at the air. The pecking continued. "I said stop!" he said as his eyes flew open in the direction he thought the owl was in, only to see Luna Lovegood tapping him rapidly with her wand.

At the confused expression on his face, the whole compartment became alight with laughter. Harry gazed around the room and was greeted with the laughing faces of his friends. And with that he began to laugh as well.

"You alright there mate?" Ron asked with a huge grin on his face.

"Oh I'm sorry Harry, I couldn't help myself!" Luna said through snorts of laughter. "But you should have seen your face."

Even Neville, Hermione and Ginny were laughing at his expense, Harry didn't mind though. As long as his friends were still capable of laughter, so was he. True, after Sirius' death, Harry, went into a bit of a rage. Who could blame him though? He had lost his second father, hero, and chance of liberation from the Dursleys all in one night.

Harry, not wanting to continue thinking of Sirius, decided to turn his attention to Luna. That's when he took out his wand and began poking her. Apparently she's a very ticklish person because she was dying of laughter, trying to squirm out of Harry's reach.

Hours passed as they made their way to Hogwarts. Nothing too interesting happened in that time period. It was mostly just each of them taking turns telling of their summer vacations, and the occasional quip between Ron and Hermione.

Though that was all good fun, it wasn't what Harry remembered the most about that night. What bothered him was the Sorting Hat's song that he thought up every year and sang before the sorting.

Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in their usual seats at the Gryffindor table. They listened to Dumbledore give a long speech, though magnificent, they had heard it before.

"Witches and wizards, of all ages, I implore you to join together. In order to stop the war that is undoubtedly coming, we must stand as one. We mustn't fear Voldemort," at this, all gasped. "Oh for heaven's sake," whispered Hermione, "when will they learn that fearing a name is infantile?" Ron turned to Hermione and said, "I bet you're the only girl our age that uses the word infantile in common conversation." "Oh, honestly Ronald!" "Sh, guys this isn't the time for your bickering," Harry claimed with a laugh.

Dumbledore had just finished his speech and sat down. Harry knew it was time for the sorting because Professor McGonagall walked to the front of the hall with the same stool and hat he remembered from his first year, and every year after(except for the sortings he didn't make it to of course.)

Professor McGonagall placed the ancient hat on the just as ancient stool. When the Sorting Hat began its song, it was easy to see the shock on the faces of the first years. It was always enjoyable to watch the first year's reaction to the speaking hat. Harry couldn't wait.

As the hat came to life, it began to sing, but this didn't sound like its usual, jolly singing voice. No, it sounded like more of a warning. It seemed to bring a foreboding feeling to the air. The hat was telling them about the war that was undoubtedly brewing between Voldemort and the entire wizarding world. Of all the lives lost in the first battle, of people Harry had never met, and of people he would never forget, his parents.

The hat sang its sorrowful rhyme, about the boy who lived, about his life, and about the pain Voldemort had caused him.

Harry could feel the eyes of the every student in the hall boring into him. He couldn't stand it anymore. In the middle of another verse about how hard his life had been, he stood up and slammed his fist into the table. The hat stopped its song abruptly, and now Harry was sure every eye was on him. He was furious! But the only thing he said before storming out of the hall was, "You had no right!" Everyone knew Harry was addressing the headmaster because they saw the sad look in the old fool's crystal blue eyes.

Harry began marching back to his dorm when his stomach made a gurgling noise. Oh, how can you be thinking about food after what just happened. I trusted Dumbledore and the FOOL laid my life out there for all to mock! His stomach just grumbled again in reply. Harry sighed and made his way to the fruit filled painting.

When Harry finally came to the painting, he tickled the pair, like always, and went inside. He wasn't there two seconds before he was tackled by a sock covered elf.

Harry glanced down at the beaming Dobby. "Oh, Harry Potter, sir, I've been so worried. He Who Must Not Be Named has returned! You must be careful."

"Er, Dobby, could you maybe let go of me?" Harry said strangledly, "you're crushing my wind pipe, and I kind of need that to breathe." At this Dobby released the choke hold he had had on Harry's neck.

An hour of fun filled chatting and good food passed and Harry decided it was time to leave. He knew he should get up to his dorm and feign sleep before anyone gets back. He had no interest in socializing.

Harry got to the portrait just in time for Neville to walk out of it. "Oh, Harry! I just came to see if you got in the common room alright. Hermione said she forgot to give you the password."

"Um, well thanks Neville… So what is the password?"

"Oh right! Almost forgot there mate, its hippogriff. Well, um… see you after dinner." At that Neville turned and left. Harry was happy for that. He didn't feel like discussing the scene that happened back in the hall. And he was thankful Neville didn't prod.

Harry walked through the portrait hole and glanced around the common room. It sure is good to be home. At this thought Harry headed up to his dormitory and changed for bed.

A little while passed as he lay there and gaze at the ceiling pondering the nights events. The door opened and Harry turned over to look as if he were sleeping.

All the other boys in his dorm dressed for bed, whispering about the hat's song. Neville's loud whisper sounded outraged at what the hat had sung and Ron sounded just as angry if not more so.

This gave comfort to Harry. He was happy to have such loyal friends whom he could trust.

All the soft whispering between the dorm mates put eventually put Harry to sleep.

He was soaring around Hogwarts grounds as if he had wings. The cold night air left a prickling feeling on his skin. What was this? How was he flying without a broomstick?

No! that's not what's important. I have to find the Boy Who Lived, I have to find Sirius.

But I'm the Boy Who Lived? And Sirius? He's dead… wasn't he?

No he cant be dead I refuse to believe it.

What do you mean refuse? You watched it happen.

No! You lie!

Harry seemed to circle around a specific tower before he was sure he had found what he was looking for. No not what, whom.

Harry flew into the third window up on the north most tower. He was shocked to see what he saw… what he saw was himself laying in the four post bed he'd been sleeping in for years.

Oh no! It looked as if he were going to crash head first into the floor!

Harry awoke with a sudden jolt only to find a wand pointed at his face and a haunted voice demanding, in a low whisper, "Where is Sirius Black?"