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They finally reach Hogwarts, ya. This is was probably one of the hardest chapters I wrote. That sorting hat song is a pain in the butt. I don't write poetry so sorry if it sucks.
Chapter 10
Sorting
It wasn't long before they were Hogwarts. Harry, Ron and Hermione had to leave the others in the entry hall. Like the new first years they had to be sorted.
"This is going to take a while isn't it?" Ron groaned. "Man I'm starving."
Harry snickered. "You know Ron, sometimes I'm surprised that you've stayed as thin as you have with as much as you eat."
At that time the new first years filed into the room. Behind them came the transfer students. But there was one extra person they had not met on the train.
"I wonder who he is." Ron pointed to yellow eyed man.
McGonagall led the first years and the transfer students to the front of the room. "Please stand here." She lined them facing the head table and a stool with a rather warn looking hat sitting on it.
Even though most of them knew what to expect they still jumped when the hat started moving and singing.
A new year has started
And most know what I do
If not don't get down hearted
For I'll explain to you.
A long time ago
It was decided
That all the Hogwarts students
Were to be divided.
The bravest and most daring
Are Gryffindor Pride
The loyal and patient
In Hufflepuff abide
The ready learners
Find in Ravenclaw their Home
And the most cunning and ambitious
In the Slytherin dungeons roam.
In these four houses
Did the four founders
The students mass.
But the four had a task
How to sort them as time did pass.
Brave ole Gryffindor he knew what to do.
He took me off his head and charmed me
And now I'm here for you.
So come and have a seat,
And place me on your head.
Be you student young,
Or student old.
To which house you belong
The light I'll shed.
But though I must sort you
Into houses four.
I must say I stand behind
What I said before.
You must unite and
Come together all.
Or in the end the many spires
Of Hogwarts will fall.
And now this is more important
Than it was before
For the evil being we fight against
Has brought the battle to our door.
Hermione cringed. "Don't you think the sorting hat's song gets more ominous every year?"
The rest of them just nodded.
"Now I'm going to call your name. When I do come and sit on the stool. I'll place the sorting hat on your head and you'll be sorted into your house." Professor McGonagall lifted a rolled piece of parchment and held it in hand and the old frayed hat in the other. "Andrews Samantha."
A small shaky girl stepped forward. She was skinny with knobby knees. Her strawberry blond hair was pulled back into a simple pony tail. She shook as she hopped on to the stool. The hat was placed on her head the rim drooping over her ears.
Harry remembered how he had felt during his sorting. He too had been afraid. Everyone had gone quiet when they heard the name, Potter, Harry. He could feel all their eyes burning into him he tried to ignore them but it was impossible. It's hard enough being an eleven year old little boy in a new school. But even harder when one is entering a brand new world and dealing with being famous. That was a major difference from being a nobody in a family that could care less to entering a place where everyone knows your name and your scar. And people stop and stare when you walk by. That's enough to scare any one. He focused again on the small girl.
"Hufflepuff." The hat called. She smiled bright and jumped off the stool. It was obvious she was happy to be done with that. Applause rose from the Hufflepuff table.
The rest of the first years sorting seemed to go by pretty fast. Peter Bennett was placed in Ravenclaw. He was a robust young man with shaggy dark brown hair and smiling brown eyes. He kind of reminded Harry of Dumbledore in that aspect. Unika Bluebell, a pail young thing. Her fall of white blond hair hung in a think pony tail to the middle of her back. Her pail crystalline pool blue eyes shown with fear as she took her seat. The hat took a little while, but finally came back with the decision of Gryffindor. She took her seat only smiling slightly making sure to keep her eyes focused on the table. Amanda Davey bounced up on the chair and waited for the hats answer with fierce determination. She looked ecstatic when it yelled out Ravenclaw. Short auburn hair bounced around her face as she jumped from the stool. And she couldn't hide the smile from her expressive stormy blue eyes.
Emile Gloscow was sorted into Slytherin. Tibalt Henries was also a Slytherin.. Bernard Jubil; hufflepuff, Roger Lowe; Gryffindor, Aya Mave; Hufflepuff, Amber McMurphy; Gryffindor, Jude Tombs; Ravenclaw, and Mary Willami; Gryffindor.
Finally all the first years were sorted. And the now relieved children were seated with their new houses.
Ron was getting really anxious now. Normally this would be the time where Dumbledore would say a few things and then the feast would begin. But there were still five other people standing up at the front.
"So what's going to happen?" Ron whispered.
"They're going to be sorted you Ninny." Ginny chided her older brother.
"I can see that, and I'm not a ninny."
Hermione shook her head exasperated. "This should be interesting. There have been only one or two other cases of transfer students at Hogwarts. It wasn't really talked about in Hogwarts a History."
Harry shrugged. "What I'm curious about is the two empty seats at the teacher table."
Hermione rested her chin on her hand, "Well I'm sure that one of them is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor."
Harry shivered at the thought of there last DDA Professor Umbridge. His had still itched when he thought about what she had done to him. The woman had disappeared not long after Dumbledore had rescued her form the Centaurs. She didn't seem to be among the Wizarding world at all. She had never returned to the Ministry of Magic. But Harry doubted that even someone as incompetent as Fudge would take her back after all that she had done. He wouldn't want her reputation rubbing off on him.
McGonagall began to speak again. "This year we have something that rarely happens at Hogwarts before. It has been decided to accept some transfer students. If one of them is sorted into your house I expect you to make them feel at home like any other new student." She focused mainly on the Slytherin Table. Turning she addressed the five new students. "Like the first years, when I call your name. I want you to come forward and put the sorting hat on your head and you'll be sorted. Aries, Sandhyra."
A young woman about age seventeen came forward. She was beautiful at five foot nine inches, with fire red hair and violet eyes. She carried herself well with a log of grace. She even kept the grace as she sat on the stool and McGonagall placed the hat on her head. It sat there for a while before it called out Slytherin. She gave no show of pleasure as she stood up and walked towards the table.
"Betula, Roan." Professor McGonagall called.
The male Dryad came forward. He didn't look as sure of himself as Sandhyra was. His eyes fallowed the brim of the hat as it was lowered on his head. He still looked rather scared as he waited for the hat's announcement. After a few very quiet moments the call came, Gryffindor.
The whole table cheered. Harry's group was some of the loudest. Except Ron who groaned.
The blond received a pat on the back and sat down with the group of friends.
"Beazel, Ailis."
The slender woman shook like a leaf as she took her seat on the stool. She actually jumped when the hat was placed on her head.
Laughter erupted from the Slytherin table.
"Bloody Git's." Ron growled. "Can't they remember how it felt during their sorting?"
Hermione gave him a sweet smile and placed her hand on his arm. "Don't mind them. They're not as caring as you." They were totally oblivious to anyone else lost in their own little world.
The raven haired teen waited for his friends to realize the real world. Why won't the two of them just get it over with already. The tension had been there since at least fourth year. He waited a little longer and decided that it was time to bring them back to reality. Clearing his throat he effectively caused them to break their eyes way form each other.
"It's good to see you two are still alive." He said with a light snicker.
"Oh be quiet Harry." Ron swatted his friend playfully.
He didn't push it. The poor girl was still sitting on the stool. By now she looked as if all she wanted was to melt out of sight. He could remember how that felt. You can feel every ones eyes on you. All you can do is hope that it will be over soon.
"Gryffindor." The hat called out finally. Ailis visibly relaxed as she sat down next to Ginny.
The rest of the sorting went by pretty fast. Keril was sorted into Ravenclaw. The Asian Stranger Amai Itazuraga became a new Gryffindor and Kari joined them too.
"So that's over, can we eat now?" Ron questioned.
Harry sighed. "Ron, you know that Dumbledore always says a few things before the feast."
Sure enough the Headmaster got to his feet. "I would like to thank you all for being patient. I just have a few more announcements. I would like to introduce Erebus Dale. He will be taking on the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts."
A man came form the door behind the teachers table. He was tall, at least six foot five. He was thin but well built with olive skin, dark brown eyes and long black hair pulled back in a pony tail. He was a very good looking man. Some of the girls gasped and others giggled. He bowed and took his seat receiving a glare form Snape.
Ron leaned over. "Snape don't look so happy."
Harry laughed.
"Now this year we'll be introducing a new class. It's only going to be offered to fifth years and up. The class will be Enchantment through singing." A collective murmur rose from all the students. "It will be offered on Saturdays and is optional. I hope to see a fair amount of you signing up. I assure you it should be interesting. We have a really good teacher. I'd like to introduce Delphine Evalnphire."
Harry was shocked to see his mentor walk out. Of course he shouldn't have been too surprised. Even though they had made a lot of head way on controlling his abilities. But they hadn't totally gotten them under control. And he wouldn't until he came into his full abilities. Delphine was sure that it would happen sometime this year but now one knew exactly when. He noticed that she had cast the Glamoura spell on her ears again.
She too bowed to the students letting her eyes linger on Harry and his group. Then she took her seat.
"The information for the new class will be posted on the bulletin board tomorrow. Now, the Forbidden Forest is off limits to all students. Mr. Filch would like me to announce that stink bombs and any of the nice little tricks the Weasley twins have graced us with are off limits in the hall ways." Anyone could see the twinkle in old mans eyes. "And one more thing, don't step on the purple mushrooms. Now let's eat."
The food began to appear and everyone began to eat.
"Don't step on the Purple mushrooms. Has he gone totally nutters?" Dean Thomas asked.
Everyone laughed.
Harry sat on his bed that night reading a book he had found at Flourish and Blotts on Occlumency. He was sure what was going to happen this year with his private lessons. But after what had happened last year he wasn't about to sit back and let Voldemort take advantage of him like that again. Tears welled in his eyes as he thought about Sirius. No he wouldn't let that happen again. It had cost him to much. Over the summer months Remus had tried to take on the part of father figure. He wasn't trying to take Sirius' place. The werewolf knew that was never possible and he wouldn't want to. But he wanted to be there for him. Harry had bee thankful to have someone. Actually this was the closest the two of them had ever been. Lupin had lost the last of his close group of friends. And Harry had lost the closest thing he had to a father.
"What you reading there mate?" Ron sat on the side of the bed.
The seeker quickly wiped the teas from his face. And tried to act like he hadn't been crying.
His best friend just smiled slightly and shook his head. "Harry, you don't have to worry about crying in front of me. I won't think any lesser of you." He smiled slightly. He knew exactly what his friend was thinking about.
"Thanks Ron." Harry sniffled.
"Why don't you put this away. You've got Potions first thing in the morning."
"Potions, first thing in the morning. I don't think I can take Snape and the Slytherins first thing right after breakfast." He closed the book and placed it on his bed side table.
"I know what you mean. Snape and Malfoy in the same room is enough to turn anyone's stomach."
"Yeah, Goodnight Ron." He closed his eyes and started to clear his mind.
Ron watched his friend for a little while. Then turned and headed towards his bed. "Night Harry."
:Well there you go, the knew Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher. I have a question though. When I was reworking this chapter it dawned on me how much Erebus' physical description reminded me of Duncan McCloud from Highlander the T.V. Series. I don't know, I found it kind of funny. I decided my boyfriend must have been watching Highlander when I wrote this chapter. :)
They finally reach Hogwarts, ya. This is was probably one of the hardest chapters I wrote. That sorting hat song is a pain in the butt. I don't write poetry so sorry if it sucks.
Chapter 10
Sorting
It wasn't long before they were Hogwarts. Harry, Ron and Hermione had to leave the others in the entry hall. Like the new first years they had to be sorted.
"This is going to take a while isn't it?" Ron groaned. "Man I'm starving."
Harry snickered. "You know Ron, sometimes I'm surprised that you've stayed as thin as you have with as much as you eat."
At that time the new first years filed into the room. Behind them came the transfer students. But there was one extra person they had not met on the train.
"I wonder who he is." Ron pointed to yellow eyed man.
McGonagall led the first years and the transfer students to the front of the room. "Please stand here." She lined them facing the head table and a stool with a rather warn looking hat sitting on it.
Even though most of them knew what to expect they still jumped when the hat started moving and singing.
A new year has started
And most know what I do
If not don't get down hearted
For I'll explain to you.
A long time ago
It was decided
That all the Hogwarts students
Were to be divided.
The bravest and most daring
Are Gryffindor Pride
The loyal and patient
In Hufflepuff abide
The ready learners
Find in Ravenclaw their Home
And the most cunning and ambitious
In the Slytherin dungeons roam.
In these four houses
Did the four founders
The students mass.
But the four had a task
How to sort them as time did pass.
Brave ole Gryffindor he knew what to do.
He took me off his head and charmed me
And now I'm here for you.
So come and have a seat,
And place me on your head.
Be you student young,
Or student old.
To which house you belong
The light I'll shed.
But though I must sort you
Into houses four.
I must say I stand behind
What I said before.
You must unite and
Come together all.
Or in the end the many spires
Of Hogwarts will fall.
And now this is more important
Than it was before
For the evil being we fight against
Has brought the battle to our door.
Hermione cringed. "Don't you think the sorting hat's song gets more ominous every year?"
The rest of them just nodded.
"Now I'm going to call your name. When I do come and sit on the stool. I'll place the sorting hat on your head and you'll be sorted into your house." Professor McGonagall lifted a rolled piece of parchment and held it in hand and the old frayed hat in the other. "Andrews Samantha."
A small shaky girl stepped forward. She was skinny with knobby knees. Her strawberry blond hair was pulled back into a simple pony tail. She shook as she hopped on to the stool. The hat was placed on her head the rim drooping over her ears.
Harry remembered how he had felt during his sorting. He too had been afraid. Everyone had gone quiet when they heard the name, Potter, Harry. He could feel all their eyes burning into him he tried to ignore them but it was impossible. It's hard enough being an eleven year old little boy in a new school. But even harder when one is entering a brand new world and dealing with being famous. That was a major difference from being a nobody in a family that could care less to entering a place where everyone knows your name and your scar. And people stop and stare when you walk by. That's enough to scare any one. He focused again on the small girl.
"Hufflepuff." The hat called. She smiled bright and jumped off the stool. It was obvious she was happy to be done with that. Applause rose from the Hufflepuff table.
The rest of the first years sorting seemed to go by pretty fast. Peter Bennett was placed in Ravenclaw. He was a robust young man with shaggy dark brown hair and smiling brown eyes. He kind of reminded Harry of Dumbledore in that aspect. Unika Bluebell, a pail young thing. Her fall of white blond hair hung in a think pony tail to the middle of her back. Her pail crystalline pool blue eyes shown with fear as she took her seat. The hat took a little while, but finally came back with the decision of Gryffindor. She took her seat only smiling slightly making sure to keep her eyes focused on the table. Amanda Davey bounced up on the chair and waited for the hats answer with fierce determination. She looked ecstatic when it yelled out Ravenclaw. Short auburn hair bounced around her face as she jumped from the stool. And she couldn't hide the smile from her expressive stormy blue eyes.
Emile Gloscow was sorted into Slytherin. Tibalt Henries was also a Slytherin.. Bernard Jubil; hufflepuff, Roger Lowe; Gryffindor, Aya Mave; Hufflepuff, Amber McMurphy; Gryffindor, Jude Tombs; Ravenclaw, and Mary Willami; Gryffindor.
Finally all the first years were sorted. And the now relieved children were seated with their new houses.
Ron was getting really anxious now. Normally this would be the time where Dumbledore would say a few things and then the feast would begin. But there were still five other people standing up at the front.
"So what's going to happen?" Ron whispered.
"They're going to be sorted you Ninny." Ginny chided her older brother.
"I can see that, and I'm not a ninny."
Hermione shook her head exasperated. "This should be interesting. There have been only one or two other cases of transfer students at Hogwarts. It wasn't really talked about in Hogwarts a History."
Harry shrugged. "What I'm curious about is the two empty seats at the teacher table."
Hermione rested her chin on her hand, "Well I'm sure that one of them is the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor."
Harry shivered at the thought of there last DDA Professor Umbridge. His had still itched when he thought about what she had done to him. The woman had disappeared not long after Dumbledore had rescued her form the Centaurs. She didn't seem to be among the Wizarding world at all. She had never returned to the Ministry of Magic. But Harry doubted that even someone as incompetent as Fudge would take her back after all that she had done. He wouldn't want her reputation rubbing off on him.
McGonagall began to speak again. "This year we have something that rarely happens at Hogwarts before. It has been decided to accept some transfer students. If one of them is sorted into your house I expect you to make them feel at home like any other new student." She focused mainly on the Slytherin Table. Turning she addressed the five new students. "Like the first years, when I call your name. I want you to come forward and put the sorting hat on your head and you'll be sorted. Aries, Sandhyra."
A young woman about age seventeen came forward. She was beautiful at five foot nine inches, with fire red hair and violet eyes. She carried herself well with a log of grace. She even kept the grace as she sat on the stool and McGonagall placed the hat on her head. It sat there for a while before it called out Slytherin. She gave no show of pleasure as she stood up and walked towards the table.
"Betula, Roan." Professor McGonagall called.
The male Dryad came forward. He didn't look as sure of himself as Sandhyra was. His eyes fallowed the brim of the hat as it was lowered on his head. He still looked rather scared as he waited for the hat's announcement. After a few very quiet moments the call came, Gryffindor.
The whole table cheered. Harry's group was some of the loudest. Except Ron who groaned.
The blond received a pat on the back and sat down with the group of friends.
"Beazel, Ailis."
The slender woman shook like a leaf as she took her seat on the stool. She actually jumped when the hat was placed on her head.
Laughter erupted from the Slytherin table.
"Bloody Git's." Ron growled. "Can't they remember how it felt during their sorting?"
Hermione gave him a sweet smile and placed her hand on his arm. "Don't mind them. They're not as caring as you." They were totally oblivious to anyone else lost in their own little world.
The raven haired teen waited for his friends to realize the real world. Why won't the two of them just get it over with already. The tension had been there since at least fourth year. He waited a little longer and decided that it was time to bring them back to reality. Clearing his throat he effectively caused them to break their eyes way form each other.
"It's good to see you two are still alive." He said with a light snicker.
"Oh be quiet Harry." Ron swatted his friend playfully.
He didn't push it. The poor girl was still sitting on the stool. By now she looked as if all she wanted was to melt out of sight. He could remember how that felt. You can feel every ones eyes on you. All you can do is hope that it will be over soon.
"Gryffindor." The hat called out finally. Ailis visibly relaxed as she sat down next to Ginny.
The rest of the sorting went by pretty fast. Keril was sorted into Ravenclaw. The Asian Stranger Amai Itazuraga became a new Gryffindor and Kari joined them too.
"So that's over, can we eat now?" Ron questioned.
Harry sighed. "Ron, you know that Dumbledore always says a few things before the feast."
Sure enough the Headmaster got to his feet. "I would like to thank you all for being patient. I just have a few more announcements. I would like to introduce Erebus Dale. He will be taking on the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts."
A man came form the door behind the teachers table. He was tall, at least six foot five. He was thin but well built with olive skin, dark brown eyes and long black hair pulled back in a pony tail. He was a very good looking man. Some of the girls gasped and others giggled. He bowed and took his seat receiving a glare form Snape.
Ron leaned over. "Snape don't look so happy."
Harry laughed.
"Now this year we'll be introducing a new class. It's only going to be offered to fifth years and up. The class will be Enchantment through singing." A collective murmur rose from all the students. "It will be offered on Saturdays and is optional. I hope to see a fair amount of you signing up. I assure you it should be interesting. We have a really good teacher. I'd like to introduce Delphine Evalnphire."
Harry was shocked to see his mentor walk out. Of course he shouldn't have been too surprised. Even though they had made a lot of head way on controlling his abilities. But they hadn't totally gotten them under control. And he wouldn't until he came into his full abilities. Delphine was sure that it would happen sometime this year but now one knew exactly when. He noticed that she had cast the Glamoura spell on her ears again.
She too bowed to the students letting her eyes linger on Harry and his group. Then she took her seat.
"The information for the new class will be posted on the bulletin board tomorrow. Now, the Forbidden Forest is off limits to all students. Mr. Filch would like me to announce that stink bombs and any of the nice little tricks the Weasley twins have graced us with are off limits in the hall ways." Anyone could see the twinkle in old mans eyes. "And one more thing, don't step on the purple mushrooms. Now let's eat."
The food began to appear and everyone began to eat.
"Don't step on the Purple mushrooms. Has he gone totally nutters?" Dean Thomas asked.
Everyone laughed.
Harry sat on his bed that night reading a book he had found at Flourish and Blotts on Occlumency. He was sure what was going to happen this year with his private lessons. But after what had happened last year he wasn't about to sit back and let Voldemort take advantage of him like that again. Tears welled in his eyes as he thought about Sirius. No he wouldn't let that happen again. It had cost him to much. Over the summer months Remus had tried to take on the part of father figure. He wasn't trying to take Sirius' place. The werewolf knew that was never possible and he wouldn't want to. But he wanted to be there for him. Harry had bee thankful to have someone. Actually this was the closest the two of them had ever been. Lupin had lost the last of his close group of friends. And Harry had lost the closest thing he had to a father.
"What you reading there mate?" Ron sat on the side of the bed.
The seeker quickly wiped the teas from his face. And tried to act like he hadn't been crying.
His best friend just smiled slightly and shook his head. "Harry, you don't have to worry about crying in front of me. I won't think any lesser of you." He smiled slightly. He knew exactly what his friend was thinking about.
"Thanks Ron." Harry sniffled.
"Why don't you put this away. You've got Potions first thing in the morning."
"Potions, first thing in the morning. I don't think I can take Snape and the Slytherins first thing right after breakfast." He closed the book and placed it on his bed side table.
"I know what you mean. Snape and Malfoy in the same room is enough to turn anyone's stomach."
"Yeah, Goodnight Ron." He closed his eyes and started to clear his mind.
Ron watched his friend for a little while. Then turned and headed towards his bed. "Night Harry."
:Well there you go, the knew Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher. I have a question though. When I was reworking this chapter it dawned on me how much Erebus' physical description reminded me of Duncan McCloud from Highlander the T.V. Series. I don't know, I found it kind of funny. I decided my boyfriend must have been watching Highlander when I wrote this chapter. :)