Alright! I finally have a break to write again. Thank you all for the support you've given me. I will continue writing! Gambatte ne! XD

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A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood at the top of the castle steps. Giving a stern gaze to all the first years, she pushed the front doors open and gestured for them to enter.

Gon gaped at the entrance hall. It was large enough to fit his entire house in snugly.

"Welcome to Hogwarts, first years. You may call me Professor McGonagall," the woman in emerald robes spoke at last, "The start-of-the-term banquet will start shortly, but first, all of you will be sorted into four separate houses." A few first years stared at each other in confusion. She continued in a strict tone, "This sorting ceremony is very important because it decides which house you will spend the rest of your Hogwarts years in." She paused, as if daring any one of them to try any of that 'monkey-business'.

Killua yawned loudly.

Professor McGonagall eyed the white-haired boy in distaste and started again, "The four houses are Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. The houses will serve as a permanent family for you in Hogwarts. You will dine together, sleep in the same dormitories, and have classes with other students of your house.

"While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn you house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will be awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will prove valuable to whichever house that may become yours." She smiled stiffly at the first years, "The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes with the rest of the school. I suggest you all to wait here quietly. I will return when we are ready for you." The professor finished and then abruptly left the room.

Gon stared wide-eyed at Killua. That was some speech... he thought to himself. I didn't even get half of that.

Killua blinked for a few seconds and then snapped out of his stupor, "That was some speech..." he said, repeating Gon's thoughts as if they were the same person, "Did you get all that?"

Gon shook his head.

"I thought so," Killua said, smirking at his simple-minded friend, "Basically, we're gonna be sorted into 4 different houses during the ceremony. We'll be living with them for the rest of our time here." He paused, thinking for a moment, "Oh, and we win our house points by being 'good' and we lose points by breaking rules. At the end of the year, whichever house that has the most points will get an award."

"Aah...I think I understand now," Gon nodded happily, "Why didn't she just say that?"

Killua stuck his hands behind his head and shrugged.

"So...how do they sort us? Did she mention it? Do we need to pass some test?"

"Mmm...nope. Didn't hear anything about how they'd sort us," Killua said, closing his eyes, "But hey, this is the wizarding world. So I think the sorting will probably involve something with magic."

"Yeah..." Gon answered. At that moment, a familiar swish of emerald fabric came from around the corner.

"We are ready for you. Come, quickly." Professor McGonagall said, bringing them quietly to a pair of intricately designed oak doors. She opened it wide and stepped forward in a hurry, Gon, Killua, and the other first years following along behind. Flanked on both sides of them were rows and rows of tables, full of golden plates and silverware. Students sat at the tables, staring intently at the first years.

Killua whistled, "Man, are there a lot of people in here or what?"

Gon didn't answer him. He was staring at the ceiling. Killua looked up and stared at it in awe. The ceiling was magicked to show the clear night sky. Every star was shining brightly, burning their magnificent light into the observers' mind. Suddenly, Gon stopped walking and Killua bumped into him roughly. Dang it. I let my guard down too much. Killua thought, scolding himself for being too trusting of Hogwarts. He glared at the reason for why they had all stopped walking.

A stage in the middle of the dining room loomed above them. He gazed at an old and wrinkled hat, propped loosely on a three-legged stool. Gon and Killua stared in surprise. What were they supposed to do with an old and wrinkled hat? Pull something out that would mention which house they were in? Or would they need to perform magic? They scrutinized the creased hat, trying to dig out anymore hints about the sorting.

And suddenly, the hat came to life. Part of the hat detached itself from a line of stitches, which truly would've looked like a mouth if it hadn't been a hat. It sprang into song.

Killua laughed silently. Of course. It's a magical hat that will tell us who will be in which house. The things magic can do... He tuned out, taking a quick glance around his surroundings. The humongous man, named Hagrid, who had led them to Hogwarts on the boats, was comfortably pushing himself into a chair. Professor McGonagall was staring intently at the hat and she was sitting next to a wise looking wizard with half-moon spectacles. Killua stared at this man in interest. He seemed to be radiating a comfortable energy, like the one Gon gave him. Speaking of Gon, I wonder if he caught on with what the hat's for by now. Killua turned to ask Gon but...

...Gon had disappeared.

Killua looked around nervously. Where could he have gone to now!

"Ahh! Get down from there boy!" Killua spotted Professor McGonagall shouting at someone on the stage. It couldn't be...could it? Killua thought, turning his head slowly to look at the stage.

Yup, Gon was standing there.

On top of that, he was poking the hat curiously.

The hat stopped its song abruptly, "Stop, boy! I said stop! I have not finished my song yet!" Gon blinked at it and then gave the hat a wide grin. He turned to Killua and yelled at him, "Hey Killua! I think...I think it's alive!"

Killua stared at him in disbelief and sighed, shaking his head in his hands.

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Liked it? Please review! School' s ending in around 3 weeks so I'll probably have more time to work on this. Until then! Ja ne.