Chapter Five
A/N: I HOPE that maybe SOMEONE will start REVIEWING if I write this chapter, please. (Emphisis on the ALL CAPITAL words.)
Harry, Hermione, Ron, Violet, Klaus, and Sunny stepped out of the carriage when they reached the steps. Harry was the first out, so as the other stepped out, he helped them over the puddle of water on the ground. When Violet came, Harry grabbed her hand and helped her to the ground. He didn't realize it, but he didn't let go of her hand until several seconds after she was on the ground. He gagged on his own air, but managed to let go of her hand. She blushed and followed the others up the steps, Harry trailing behind.
When the Baudelaire's saw the great hall, they practically fainted. Besides the cracks in the walls from the previous battles, it was as amazing as ever. The moon dangled quietly in the midnight blue sky, and the stars twinkled as Harry, Hermione and Ron sat.
"Where should we sit?" Klaus asked, looking at the four tables, one of Gryffindors', one of Ravenclaws', one of Hufflepuffs', and one of… Slytherins'.
"HAT!" Sunny laughed, pointing at the bouncing, cheerful sorting hat. Harry was about to respond, but suddenly someone walked into the great hall. Harry's heart skipped several beats when he saw the face of an old man, with twinkling blue eyes, half-moon glasses, and a long, white beard.
"PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE!" Harry yelled, unknowing of what he was doing as excitement ran through his veins. Albus Dumbledore turned his head and smiled at Harry. The room was silent. No one had expected a dead man to come walking through the great hall. Or, was he dead?
"Hello everyone, and no, I am not dead." Dumbledore said. There was another moment of silence. It took a moment to realize what was going on, but they eventually began clapping and cheering. McGonagall unexpectedly ran to Dumbledore and wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you, thank you." Dumbledore said, standing to his regular podium. "It is great to be alive." He said. "And I will be staying Headmaster. Now, of what I know, we should be doing the sorting…" He stepped off, McGonagall taking his place.
"When I call your name, step up to the sorting hat." She said, smiling brightly. She held up a roll of parchment. Violet jumped as McGonagall called, "Baudelaire, Violet." Violet blinked, and slowly walked passed the first years.
She smiled at McGonagall. She, McGonagall, lifted the hat as Violet sat. McGonagall placed it on Violets' head.
"Mmm… I see." Said the hat. Violet breathed deeply. "Muggle, I see. New to the world of magic are you? Yes… I like you, muggle Violet. You may go sit by your friends in… GRYFFINDOR!" The hat yelled. Violet jumped up with joy, the hat still on her head. The hat flopped about and people laughed. "AHHH! EEEE! AHHEEEHHH!" The hat cried and he toppled to the ground with a thud.
"OH! I'm sorry, Mr. Hat." Violet said quickly. She picked the hat up, and handed it to McGonagall. The hat smiled.
"Not a problem. Can't say it hasn't happened before." He said. Violet ran over, and sat next to Harry.
Klaus and Sunny went next and were both also sorted into Gryffindor. Harry was so happy; Dumbledore was alive.
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