Harry Potter and the Real Dark Lord

Chapter 4- The House Sorting and the Teachers

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A/N: This story is rated M for Mature though most of the story won't be as sexual as chapter 2. Most is the key word. Not telling-just keep reading and reviewing. This chapter is sorta short and boring but had to be done for future informational requirements. Send reviews please!

As the boat landed Hagrid led them all to a set of large stone doors. BOOM, BOOM, BOOM he knocked loudly on the door. The doors opened and Hagrid said to the woman standing there "First years are here ma'am had a bit o trouble with the squid. Some red haired boy threw his trash in the lake." "Thank you Hagrid!" said a voice just as they entered the Entrance Hall. It was Molly Weasley, Ron's mother. Harry recognized her from outside the train. "I can take it from here!" "O'Course Professor Weasley," beamed Hagrid.

"Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! My name is Professor Weasley and I am the Deputy Headmistress and Transfiguration Teacher here at Hogwarts. After you enter those doors you will enter the Great Hall in single file and be sorted into one of the four Hogwarts Houses. They are: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin." She added the last one with clear disgust in her voice. "Triumphs will earn your House points and any rule breaking will lose your House points. Whichever House has the most points at the end of the year will win the House Cup, a great honor for your house. Your can tell how many points you currently have by the hourglasses in the main entrance hallway. Red is for Gryffindor, Blue is for Ravenclaw, Yellow is for Hufflepuff, and Green is for Slytherin." She said still with a tone of disgust as she said Slytherin. "Well c'mon in then!" All the kids rushed in to line for their very first feast. As Harry entered the great hall he looked up at the staff table and was relieved to see Tom sitting there. Tom gave Harry a quick smile and Harry returned it softly, feeling very calm for the first time since he left him at the station.

"Welcome First Years!" boomed Professor Dumbledore's voice throughout the Great Hall. "Welcome to Hogwarts! Well, enter and let's get on with it! On with the Sorting!" and with that Professor Weasley took out a stool and laid an out hat onto the stool. It then began singing out of a tear in its brim.

"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find,
A smarter hat than me,
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head,
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.


You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors' apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means,
To achieve their ends.


So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap"

Everybody started clapping at the end. "My dad says that nobody has ever been a worse Headmaster than Dumbledore." said Draco, Harry nodded his head to say he understood.

"Abbot, Hannah," called Professor Weasley.

"Hufflepuff!" bellowed out the hat.

"Crabbe, Vincent,"

"Slytherin!"

"Boot, Terry,"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Granger, Hermione," "It's that person who tried to buy out the whole bookstore back in Diagon Alley" said Harry to his two friends. "Gryffindor!"

And the hat went on and on until it reached Harry.

"Potter, Harry!"

As Harry headed up to the stool Dumbledore sat up a little straighter. So did Tom.

"Ah," said the sorting hat to Harry's Head. "The Heir of Slytherin and a pureblood as well, hmmm, tough choice." The Hat thought sarcastically. "Wait!" thought Harry frantically. "I'm the Heir of Slytherin? How can that be?" "Yes, you are, you get that from your father."

"Ok, but how can I be a pureblood? I thought my mother was muggle-born."

"Oh no," snorted the hat in Harry's' ears. "She was just adopted by muggles, born from wizards-witches. You are a pureblood and you most definitely are Slytherins heir. Just don't let on that I was the one who told you." With out a doubt:

"Slytherin!" The hat bellowed. Harry hurried over and took a seat at the Slytherin table next to Pansy. The table was going wild with cheers and jeers to the other houses. Fred and George looked mildly disappointed not to have him in their house. Pansy was sorted right before Harry and was in Slytherin too.

The hat sorted a few more people before…

"Malfoy, Draco"

"Slytherin" Bellowed the hat before it even touched Draco's head.

Draco sat in between Harry and Pansy. "Welcome to Slytherin Draco." Said Harry. "Yes, welcome Malfoy," said a kid who looked like he needed braces desperately, Marcus Flint. He was wearing a badge with the letter "P" on it.

"Weasley, Ronald" Harry gave a derisive snort as Ron tripped up to the hat and put it on his head.

"Gryffindor!"

After the sorting was finally over, Ravenclaw had 15 new members; Gryffindor had 12, Hufflepuff 11, and Slytherin 8. Other than Harry, Draco, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle, their was a quiet boy named Blaise Zabini, a very large, ugly girl named Millicent Bulstrode, and a cute, young man named Anthony Nott.

"Before we begin our feast," Dumbledore's booming voice echoed throughout the hall, "I would like to say a few words. First may I welcome both the incoming and returning students to a new year at Hogwarts! I would like to introduce our teachers, we have a few new ones and some you already know. First, our Transfiguration Teacher, Professor Weasley! Next, our Charms Teacher, Professor Flitwick! Also our Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, Professor Riddle!" Harry gave Draco a pleading look not to mention his relationship with Professor Riddle. Draco nodded that he understood. "Currently still in his classroom, he doesn't eat as he is a ghost, our History of magic teacher, Professor Binns, Our Potions Teacher: Professor Diggle! Our Herbolgy Teacher, Professor Sprout! Our Divination teacher, Professor Trelawney! Our Astronomy Teacher, Professor Spectra!" As Dumbledore introduced each teacher they stood briefly in acknowledgment. "And now you know who your teachers are I just have two words for you all: Tuck In!" In front of the students appeared the grandest feast anyone has ever laid eyes on. Chicken upon chicken upon chicken! Mashed Potato Mountains! Pyramids of Green Beans! Countless food crammed into one room! Harry didn't know where to start. He had never seen this much food in his life. He started grabbing a bit of everything in front of him and started eating. After the feast, Dumbledore had a few last words. "Anyone found out of their common rooms after hours WILL have 50 points deducted from their House and detention. Mr. Filch would like to remind you that the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds to all students. Also, that the Third Floor Corridor on the Left is Forbidden to anyone who doesn't wish to die a most horrible and painful death." Harry was one of the few who didn't laugh. He took death threats very seriously. "Now, if the Prefects will please escort your houses to their common rooms. Before you go, I'd like to give you some parting words. Nitwit! Blubber! Oddiment! Tweak! Off with you now." Harry and the rest of Slytherins followed Marcus Flint to the dungeons, wondering what Dumbledore's words meant.

A/N: Yep, we caved and used the original sorting hat song from book one. No plagiarisms intended so, don't send the lawyers! We wanted to be getting on with things. Now that the basics are covered we can move on to the more "interesting" aspects of the story. PLEASE! We want reviews! That will determine if we should continue or not. Well we'll continue anyway for our own amusement.