Chapter 8

Disclaimer: I wish I owned the magic and the magic is definitely real, but sadly I do not own the magic or most of the sorting hat song.

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Okay so I'd like to thank everyone who is reading and I would really appreciate some comments. Lastly, for whatever amount of you that bothers to read my crush blurbs, we made brownies today and ended up covered in flour, but it was amazing. Also we are kinda needy and will be eating them and playing D and D tomorrow, which means hopefully I'll get the inspiration to write for you guys. Also, this is probably going to be a really short chapter because I have a lit of stuff going on with school and sports and academic testing.

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**Recap**

No One's POV

As the train chugged along on down towards Hogwarts. Lily and Scorpius had changed into their robes and were lost deep in thoughts of classes, friends, and houses. Until the train had pulled up to Hogsmeade Station.

**End of Recap**

Lily's POV

"Bye Scorpius! I'll see you after the sorting. Oh wait! What if we aren't in the same house?"

"Lily even if we aren't in the same house we can still hang out and be friends. Its not like we will never see each other again silly."

"Oh…"

Behind me I heard a big bombing voice, one that could only belong to Hagrid, yelling, "First Years o'er here."

"Hagrid!"

"Lily. Well where is Hugo?"

"I'm not quite sure we got serrated on the train. Its nice to see a familiar face though. Its hard not to be worried I guess. What if I'm not good enough?"

"Don' you worry, Lily. You'll learn fast enough. Everyone starts at the beginning at Hogwarts, you'll be just fine. Just be yerself. I know it's hard. Yeh've been singled out, an' that's always hard. But yeh'll have a great time at Hogwarts — I did — still do, 'smatter of fact. Now run along to the boats don't want to be late do yer."

No One's POV

Standing on the docks Professor Longbottom smiled remembering his first time coming to Hogwarts and brushing away the fond memories prepared himself to welcome the new First Years.

Professor Neville Longbottom's POV

"Welcome First Years to Hogwarts. To quote a professor I once had, "In just a few moments you will be passing through these doors where you will be joining you housemates, but before you can take your seats you must be sorted into a house. Here here are four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Now while you are her your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will ear you points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will win the house cup." I have never been able to sum it up better than she had, so if there aren't any questions you can take a minute to pull yourselves together before we enter the great hall."

Lily's POV

After walking into the Great Hall we stopped in front of a raggedy old hat, presumably the sorting hat. Jumping to life it began its song.

I know that I don't look like much,

But my Purpose here is clear.

To sort all Hogwarts students,

Into Houses every year.

As I'm placed upon your head,

I must look and decide.

For the seven years that you are here,

In which House you will reside.

You may belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart.

Their daring, nerve and and chivalry,

Set Gryffindor appart.

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 true friends.

Those cunning folk use any means,

To achieve their ends.

So take a seat,

and try me on.

For I will tell you

Where you truly belong.

Soon the entire Great Hall had erupted with applause and Aunt Minnie — Professor McGonagall — settled the students and Uncle Neville began to call names.

"Avery, Jackson"

Slytherin

"Avi, Brendon"

Hufflepuff

Finally, I heard him call…

"Potter, Lily"

Another Potter, you would do well in Gryffindor, but you don't want to be just another Potter, DO YOU? Well it better be… Slytherin!

Instead of the eruption of applause there was silence, the clam before the storm.

Sorry Guys. I know that was really short, I've just been swamped lately. I hope you enjoy and I will try to start posting more often. For all of you out there reading my horrible author's notes, please comment on what you though or what you want to see, it will be a tremendous help to me. I think thats all.

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