Hagrid and Hogwarts
Disclaimer: Still don't own Harry Potter. These things are absolute crap.
A lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students and Harry heard a familiar voice.
"Firs' years! Firs' years over here! All right there, Harry," Hagrid, who Harry had known since a young age, beamed at him over a sea of heads, "C'mon, follow me… any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"
Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Harry thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice.
"Yeh'll be getting yer first sight of Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here."
There was a loud "Ooooooh!"
The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.
"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Harry and Ron were followed into their boat by Neville and Hermione.
"Everyone in," Hagrid shouted, who hat a boat to himself, "Right then! FORWARD!"
And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.
"Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff. They all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking they right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where the clambered out onto the rocks and pebbles.
"Oy, you there! Is this your toad?" Hagrid asked who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them.
"Trevor!" Neville cried blissfully, holding out his hands. Then they hurried up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth damp grass right in the shadow of the castle. They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door.
"Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?" Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.
Again, sorry for the delay. I hope you like these. I've officially made it to Chapter Seven in the books. Review,
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