Hmmm. Writing is hard
when you're trying not to plagiarize. Anywho, I felt like writing
more of this story! MUAHA! Hope you like, but I
don't own any of
J.K. Rowling's characters. AHA, now a FLASHBACK!
Last chapter:
"Well, better get your robes on, we'll be arriving soon." With that, she smiled and left.
"Oooh, Neville's got a crush on miss Granger!" Harry and Ron sniggered; Neville flushed and punched them both in the arm.
"Do not! Now get changed." He grabbed his robes and pulled them over his head. Then, there was another knock at the door. Harry opened it and revealed Two very menacing looking boys standing on either side of a very pissed off Draco.
"You think you're so clever, do you?" Draco took a step into the compartment. Ron squeaked and fell over, still trying to pull on his pants. The blonde looked past Neville's shoulder and sneered at him. Ron, who had regained his composure by now stood tall and sneered back at the blonde. It was apparent that they knew each other in some way as, as Ron had drawn his wand by now, and it was also apparent that it was not a friendly relationship.
"Weasley." He looked back to Neville. "I should have known that the 'famous boy' would end up hanging out with trash like you. You're as bad as those filthy mudbloods!"
Neville had heard that term before, but never from his father's mouth. It made him seethe from within to hear anyone called that, especially if he knew them personally. Harry and Neville both drew their wands as well, each standing next to Ron. Draco, seeing this sneered at them and drew his own wand before they could blink.
"Ambulam Arrest!" Someone spoke the words and Malfoy cringed as his legs gave way underneath them and he crumpled in a heap to the floor. The three boys standing in front of him shot each other bewildered looks and confused glances.
"Harry, did you?" Harry shook his head and asked Ron, who in turn shook his head. Suddenly, a very self satisfied looking Hermione Granger stepped out of a compartment across the way. Neville's eyes widened as he pieced it together.
"Yes me. What? Girls can't cast spells now?" All three boys stared up at once with replies of shaky yeses, no's, and what I meant to says. The two very large and stupid looking boys on either side of the puddle that was now Draco Malfoy gave each other wide-eyed glances and picked up their ringleader, retreating to a compartment. At that, the boys thanked Hermione and resumed their packing up and dressing, as Ron still only had one pants leg on.
Upon the screeching halt of the train and a few collisions of some luggage, the first years filed off of the train, and were called to gather near the giant Hagrid. Harry, Neville, Ron and Hermione all gathered nearest to him, and were rewarded with very astonished looks from other more fearful first years. Upon arriving at the castle, Hagrid led them up a great staircase where they waited outside two giant doors.
Now, Neville Black had a nervous tick that rarely ever presented itself, more than likely because he was almost never nervous. This tick just so happened to be scratching his neck, and looking very concerned that the invisible itch would never cease. This was happening now, as Harry and Ron stood in the Great Hall, outside of the giant doors.
"Nev, stop it! You look like a great strawberry on this side." The red haired boy standing next to the chastising Harry was either suppressing laughter or about to vomit all over the step he was standing on.
"I can't!" His hand shot to his side and wavered there for a few seconds before scratching at his neck again. Harry opened his mouth to scold him again but was cut short by that same sniping tone they had heard earlier in the robes shop.
"Aw, does the little mutt have fleas?" Neville's hand immediately stopped scratching and curled into a decently sized fist. Harry, having had quite enough of this, reached out and yanked Malfoys pants down as hard as he could muster, revealing orange and pink boxers; with small teddy bears on them, to the entire first year of Hogwarts. Hermione snickered and turned away, but the entire first year exploded with laughter. Ron sank to the floor, clutching his sides with laughter.
"You little! How dare you do that to me! I'll teach you a thing or two!" Draco pulled out his wand and, miraculously, just as he was about to hex Harry, a very tall and slender red-haired witch walked through the giant doors and cleared her throat as to get the discombobulated young man's attention. She 'tsk'ed at him, and addressed him in a very stern voice.
"Really now, I would have expected better from such a highly esteemed wizard, such as yourself, young Mr. Malfoy. Put that wand away right now; you'll be serving detention with me tomorrow night. Honestly, school hasn't even started…" She took a few steps back, and addressed the whole gaggle of children, who mostly fell silent. Ron sniggered and whispered 'bears' to Neville and Harry, making them some of the first years still sniggering.
"Good evening first years! I am Professor McGonagall, the head of Griffyndor house. In a moment, past these doors, you will be sorted into one of four houses. Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin make up the other three. No requests will be taken, and you cannot 'switch' houses to get what you want." She cast a glace and sly smirk to a mousey looking girl who then blushed. "Through these doors, you will walk down the center isle to wait to be sorted. Each of you will then sit and wait patiently until the opening feast. I would like to remind you that all of your baggage will be in your respective dormitories, and not to push anyone while on the moving stair cases. You'll make them angry."
Even though that last statement surfaced a flurry of puzzled faces, she simply smiled and turned towards the doors. It almost seemed that she could push them open without the hardest bit of effort. Light flooded over all of the face peering at the doors as they opened. The four in front glanced nervously at each other and crossed their fingers as they took a step into the Great Hall.