Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I did I would do things that the human mind can't comprehend. The characters Firax and Xarif are of my own creation, so don't bitch at me!

Il Zhagra Nu Dalhinyat Fel Gritan

Chapter 4

On the way to the castle, Firax decided to tell the others a bit about himself. He was 6'4 and 140 lbs. His birthday was January 12 and he played the violin. This wowed the others, as no one at Hogwarts played an instrument. In return this shocked Firax, as a bunch of people played instruments at his old school.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione told Firax all of the wonders of Hogwarts, but they also mentioned a few bad things as well. Snape, for example. Ron said he was the Devil's cousin, which caused stifled laughter. There was also Draco Malfoy. Ron said he was the Devil's other cousin and wife to Snape. This caused racous laughter. Amongst the others were, Peeves, trick stairs, ect. It sounded like a dangerous place to those not careful.

They reached the castle to find a stern looking woman waiting for them.

"Mr. Quizzix?" she asked

Firax stepped forward.

"Please come with me."

Firax shrugged, said goodbye, and followed the woman. She led him up tons of stairs, and into an office. She offered him a chair, which he accepted. She sat opposite him.

"Mr. Quizzix, I am Professor McGonagal, Deputy Headmistress, Head of Gryfindor House, and Transfiguration teacher. In a little while, you will procede down to the Great Hall, were, after an introduction from, Professor Dumbledor, the Headmaster, you will be sorted into a house. Gryfindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. This house will be like your family, and..."

"Excuse me for interrupting, and no offense, but I do know about this. It's not like I haven't gone to a wizarding school before."

"I see. Well then would you care to wait here, or just outside the Great Hall?"

Firax looked around the room, then back at McGonagal. He shuddered.

"I'll wait by the Great Hall." he said

"Very well. Come with me."

Back down the stairs, they ended up in front of huge oak doors. A voice could be heard on the other side, and Firax thought it sounded like singing.

"You will wait here until you are summoned. See you in class." McGonagal said walking off.

Firax sighed and leaned against the cold stone. ' This is gonna be fun ' he thought. He started fiddleing with the ring on his right hand. His mind started muddleing through the events of the past day. His life has changed drastically in one day. The event that really stuck with him was his looks changing. He could not comprehend why. But he knew that if he worried about it, it would just drive him insane.

He decided to pace for a moment, but only a moment a moment, for his ears picked up a booming voice behind the big doors.

"And now," the booming voice said, "we have an exciting new oppurtunity. We have a new student transferring here from America. Firax? You may enter now."

Firax heard this and sighed. The doors in front of him opened on their own showing hundreds of faces looking his way. Firax felt the thousands of eyes upon him, so he shifted his own eyes downward. He saw his ring start to glow, and took a sharp intake of breath. He took it off quickly, not wanting to freak out people anymore than normal. Although he didn't like people staring at him, he would rather have his own looks, than that of a facade.

Quickly making sure that his hair and eyes were the norm, he walked into the room. Every eye in the Great Hall was on him. He came upon a stool with a battered hat on it.

"This if Firax Quizzix. From the cityof Boston. He has decided to join us here in Hogwarts." Dumbledor said.

"Mr. Quizzix, will you please sit on the stool and place the Sorting Hat upon your head. You will then be sorted." came from McGonagal

"OoooooKaaaayy..." responded Firax

Firax picked up the torn piece of sewed together material, and placed it on his head, then proceded to sit on the stool.

' This is really weird' he thought

"You should do this for a living." said a voice

Firax jumped, realizing that the voice came from inside his head.

' Ummmmmmmmmmm...Hi? ' Firax responded

"No I'm not! You can't prove anything!" the voice said, brimming with paranoia

' Okaaaaaaaaaaaay...I take that back, this is EXTEMELY weird. What are you doing in my head? '

"I'm supposed to determine which house you belong to, ergo, be sorted."

' And how do you do that? '

"By going through all of the parallels and conundrums residing in your subconcious. I find specific traits and actions burried in your memories." the voice was now filled with self-confidence

' You can see my memories? '

" Yes."

' What about fantasies? '

"Indeed."

' Oh, great.' came the exasperated reply

"Don't worry, Dumbledor made me swear not to share what I find with anyone. Although I've never come across someone with fantasies as dirty as yours."

' Do you want to become a pile of ash? ' threatened Firax

"Nevermind. Anywho, I have made my decision," and then for everyone to hear, "Gryfindor!"

There was a loud cheer from the appropriate side of the room. Firax removed the hat, grateful that #1.) it was over, and #2.) that the hat could no longer read his mind. Firax then moved to the right table and sat down with his friends.

Dumbledor then stood and said, "Excellent! Now, we feast!" Food sprouted in front of them, and they proceded to eat. Afterwards, when everyone was fed and watered, Dumbledor told the stuffed school, "Now carry yourselves to bed. Rest your minds and full belllies. Tomorrow the magic begins."

A few minutes later

"Must we climb all of these stairs?" an exhausted Firax asked

"Were almost there." replied Harry

They soon came upon the portrait of the Fat Lady. "Password?" she asked

"Media Vita." Hermione answered confidantly

The portrait swung open to reveal the Gryfindor common ropom. Plush cairs and couches near a roaring fire. They looked inviting, but Firax really wanted a bed.

"C'mon, this way." Ron motioned

Firax came upon the stairs and, with another exasperated sigh, said, "You've got to be kidding me! More stairs!"

"You get used to it." Harry said

But when Firax saw the four-posters, he smiled. He collapsed on the bed and fell quickly asleep.

A/N: Just F.Y.I but I'm going to have Firax sigh and shudder alot. They kinda mean "Oh my god!"

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