I'm back! Sorry. My comp. was acting up because one of the wires was bent. pff. Doesn't that sound pathetic?

my comp.- Excuse me? Did you call me pathetic?

me- No. N-no of course not. I was calling the bent wire pathetic.

bent wire- What did you just say?

me- gah! Nevermind.

Disclaimer: All things belonging to J. K. Rowling are not my own for obvious reasons. Although I could always kidnap Rowling with my almighty ninja skills, somehow aviod burly bodygaurds and cameras and watchdogs and evil soul sucking bunnies, then hid her away in the wardrobe to Narnia (because everyone always stays there for a long time), and then get ownership of all things HP by hypmotising everyone into thinking I created it, then I would enslave the whole population (because I could) and would shape the world to be a cheese loving society and all would bow down to the all powerful giant cheese statue that was built on top of the Eifel Tower. But then I would be dethrowned and thrown into prison because I forgot about the colossal time-difference between Narnia time and our time, thus Rowling would be able to free all of the enslaved population and she would be a hero and I would become a villain with a wacky hair style and a bad idium thatI would always recite before I blast away to my evil lair in Greenland with my tiny turtle minions.

pant, pant, pant.

Ok, i think i'm done.

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Stepping out of the tiny, wobbly boat onto the shore; the nine friends (and Merry) quickly ran to the doors of the castle to avoid the rain that had started to pour when they were still on their way across the lake.

The doors opened slowly, the new students getting even more wet, until the heavy, extremely slow doors touched the side of the castle.

The students ran inside.

"I'm soaked to the bone!"

"I'm gonna die of hypothermia!"

"I want my blankie!"

And other cries reached the ceiling as the students tried to, very unsuccessfully, dry off.

The nine friends (and Merry) looked around; it was even bigger than in the movies; or even their imaginations.

"Whoa." Maureen whispered as she revolved around in a circle, trying to see the ceiling.

It was so far up, that she could just barely make out where the ceiling was.

"Students," McGonagall called to attention, "Welcome to Hogwarts."

Before she could delve into her yearly speech, Stacey ran up and gave her big hug.

"Excuse me young lady, but we really must continue with the sorting."

She didn't let go.

Minerva tried to push her off.

Sighing impatiently, she remarked, "We really don't have time for this, we are on a tight schedule."

Stacey let go.

She was beaming like a spotlight again, "It's so good to meet you!" She held out her hand, "I'm Stacey."

With an impatient look, Minerva shook it.

Maureen stepped up, "I'm Maureen."

"I'm Jenny."

"I'm Kathryn."

"I'm Isabel."

"Merry."

"Kimmie."

"Jessica."

"Morgan."

"And I am Bradley, the bravest of us all!" She said, punching a fist in the air.

Minerva could only nod at the strangeness of the group, and then opened the doors to the Great Hall.

Once again, no describing could do it justice.

The students looked up at the enchanted ceiling with awe; trying not to trip as they walked forward while staring upward.

They stopped at the stairs where a stool was waiting, with a hat perched on top.

All trying to ignore the hundreds of pairs of eyes watching them, they waited as Dumbledore rose.

"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! I am quite hungry after the journey so I shall make this as short as possible so that we can get on with the sorting. Do not do anything that is dangerous and you shall live." Sitting down, he nodded to McGonagall.

Several students snickered. He must have been really hungry.

Blinking several times before getting it together, McGonagall opened her list of names.

"Aberkurky, Allen."

After quite a few annoyingly strange names, only the ten friends were left.

And, like any other story with mary-sues, they were sorted into the same year as Harry, Ron, and Hermione; fifth.

After taking almost unnecessary time in explaining their situation, McGonagall called them up one by one.

(a/n: for fear of evil persons/places/and things, I am only going to say our first names)

"Jessica."

Walking with a bounce in her step, Jessica happily bounced onto the stool.

Why, hello there.

Hello, Mr. Hat.

Hmm. I see you like nature.

Yes, they are my friends. Will you be my friend too, Mr. hat?

Why, yes! I will gladly be your friend.

Yay!

(real Jessica: I wouldn't do that! –throws popcorn at me-)

(a/n: yes, yes. I know, just go with it!)

"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat shouted as the Hufflepuff table exploded with cheers.

Jessica sat next to Justin Finch-Fletchy.

"Bradley!"

Bradley beamed and got equally happy smiles from her friends as she sat down on the chair.

Hmm. Very interesting mind. Very interesting.

Thank you.

…you're welcome.

Just put me in Gryffindor, I know I'm a Gryffindor; the stars said so!

….hmm….yes….yes I believe you will do well in ….

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The Gryffindor table erupted in plaudits, welcoming the new lion.

Bradley beamed as she skipped to the seat next to Ron, which was occupied.

"Ouch!" Hermione squeaked as she was pushed further down the bench.

Ignoring Hermione, Bradley started making conversation with Ron about Quidditch, which she knew that he would go into fine detail; therefore, he would be talking to her for the whole dinner.

Smiling at her friends antics, Stacey almost didn't hear her name being called.

She ran to the stool, and the hat was placed on her head.

Hmmm. Another interesting mind.

Yes, yes. I know. Listen, I have a proposition for you.

Eh? Whatever it is, it shan't work; you cannot bribe me.

Oh really? Is it lonely in Dumbledore's office?

Well, no not really.

Surely? Wouldn't you like some….female company?

What?

I have a beautiful little French hat that I think you would like.

…hmm….(sigh) very well. Which house?

Slytherin.

Slytherin? Whatever for, my child?

I have my reasons.

"SLYTHERIN!"

No one moved, or made a sound (other than quite a few stifled gasps). The Slytherins all looked fit to kill. A muggle was just sorted into their untarnished house.

Skipping to the end of the Slytherin table, Stacey pretended (or just didn't) see the gaping mouths or steel glares.

Quite content, Stacey plopped at the end of the table. The Slytherins all scooted away, like she was diseased. She didn't stop smiling.

Kathryn shook her head, how had she done it?

Stacey just waved at her happily.

After getting over her shock, and almost smiling, Minerva said, "Kathryn."

Kathryn sat in the seat.

Hmm….not as insane as your sister…that's good…very good….just be sure that she keeps her promise to me.

What promise?

I'm sure she'll tell you.

Ok.

Hmm. It seems you are too old.

Can't I have a job or something?

You will have to take it up with the headmaster.

"OVERAGE." The hat said as Kathryn sat at the end of the teachers table, at the request of Dumbledore.

After the rest of them were sorted, and Merry (since he wasn't even human) was asked to work in the kitchens, this was where they were all sorted:

Hufflepuff: Maureen and Jennifer

Ravenclaw: Isabel and Kimmie

Gryffindor: Jenny, Bradley, and Morgan

Slytherin: Stacey

They then all walked to their appointed dorm rooms, led by the Prefects of each house.

(a/n: from now on I shall split the story up into parts, each part for the group (or onesie) sorted into a certain house; I shall tell you which group the perspective is following)

Gryffindor:

Jenny, Bradley (who finally had been steered away from Ron by an angry Hermione), and Morgan (who also had been ogling Ron) were following the Gryffindor head of house to the common room.

They were all excited and were filled with jitters of expectation.

Would the Gryffindor common room be anything like in the movies?

They didn't think so. Rowling must have made it much more majestic than any of the directors had portrayed it.

They were right.

Unlike the size of Hogwarts, the Gryffindor common room wasn't much different.

It was noticeably bigger though, and had very comfy looking couches and chairs. The wallpaper, carpets, and rugs looked pretty much the same.

"You may all go to your dorm rooms now; you will find your belongings at the foot of your appointed beds. Goodnight." Said the Gryffindor Prefect (bangs head with a mallet I can't believe I forgot who it was that year! Was it Hermione?).

The three girls ran up the steps eagerly, wanting to jump on their new beds.

They reached the room at the same time and almost all went through the doorway at one time, but somehow the door stretched so that they didn't get stuck.

Giving each other mischievous glances, they all jumped on a bed (for they didn't know whose was whose) and started a long pillow fight.

It ended when they all noticed that a trunk was at the front of every bed.

"This must be the wrong dorm. We didn't have any belongings." Said Bradley as she got down on her knees to look at one of the labels on the trunk.

"If it's the wrong dorm, I'm not going to be the one explaining the ripped pillows." Said Jenny as she blew a feather away from her face.

The pillow fight had turned into a war, the pillows had snagged on bedposts and the floor was littered with fluffy white feathers.

Then, Bradley gasped.

"What?" Morgan and Jenny asked, wondering what had made her surprised.

Bradley had just read the name on the trunk, "It…it…"

"What is it?" Morgan and Jenny asked impatiently.

Bradley pointed to the trunk, "It has your name on it Jenny."

Jenny looked confused, "What? Why would it-" She read the name on the trunk, it indeed had her name on it.

"This is too weird." Remarked Morgan, who had found her name on the trunk close to Jenny's.

Bradley then found her trunk. All three girls had trunks at the foot of their beds.

"Should we open them?" Asked Morgan, uncertain.

Bradley shrugged. "I don't see why not. They do have our names on them."

On three, they all lifted the lids of their trunks.

They had school supplies: parchments, quills, caldrons, books; and Hogwarts robes, and new bathroom supplies, and…what was this?

Jenny had a cage on top.

She jumped up, the cage in tow.

"It's my rats! How did they get here?" She asked, hugging the cage.

Morgan sniffed, "You have rats?" She was thinking of the common sewer rat; then she saw them.

"Aw!" She cooed, "That one is so cute!" She pointed to Syrus.

Jenny beamed, "I know! He's my favorite."

"Cute rats! What are their names?" Bradley asked as she watched the two rats sniffing about their cage, they had been in there for awhile.

"This one is Syrus, and that one is Moody." Jenny said, pointing to the appropriate rat.

"Why do you call that one Moody? Like, Mad-eye Moody?" Bradley asked.

"Yeah, Stacey thought of the name. His left eye glows red sometimes." Jenny explained.

Morgan looked at her watch…which could work…somehow….

"Hey, we have to go down to the kitchens to meet the others. Isabel and Kimmie wanted to check on Merry." She said as she headed to the door.

"Wait! Do you think we should wear our robes?" Bradley asked, taking her Gryffindor robe from out of her trunk.

"Oh yeah, we probably should." Morgan said, as she walked over to her trunk.

After they had all changed into their robes, that fit perfectly, they headed out the door to the kitchens.

Jenny waved goodbye to her rats, as she shut the door.

"Whew. Finally out of that trunk. Who put us in there anyway?" Asked a mysterious voice.

"I have no clue. Hey, wanna sneak out of this cage and get something to eat? I'm starved." Said another voice.

"Absolutely! I'm famished." Answered the voice from before.

Five minutes later, the things that the voices belonged to escaped and scuttled to the door.

"Uh oh. How are we going to get this open?" Asked the timid first voice.

"Hang on." The second voice said confidently; he then morphed.

"Hey! You're not supposed to-"

"Yeah I know, but we have to get the door open." Said the second voice, but it was different, less squeaky.

He changed back after opening the door.

"You could have gotten caught!" Said the timid one.

"Shh. Let's just go get something to eat."

They then scurried down the steps and across the common room.

Someone screamed, "RATS ARE IN THE COMMON ROOM!"

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Tehe! Jennie's rats are animangi! What ever shall happen next?

Snape: I don't believe I wish to know.

Me: yes you do.

Snape: No, I don't.

Me: Yes.

Snape: No.

Me: Yes!

Snape: NO!

Me: YES!

Snape: NO!

Me: YES!

Snape: NO!

Me: CHEESE!

Snape: N- uh...What?

Me: tehe. CHEESE WINS! Review and you shall please the cheese.