As the train stopped at Hogsmade station, Hagrid arrived to round up the first years.

"All first years over here please. Come on first years don't by shy."

Harry then walked by with Tom and Jerry and followed by Ginny and Luna and Neville.

"Hello Harry."

"Hey Hagrid."

"Whoa." Said Neville.

"This way to the boats. No more than four on each boat. Harry, you didn't really use those books to hex your cousin did you?"

"No. I didn't want anymore trouble. I just wanted to know some good defense. And everything else."

"Blimy. You're just like your mother."

"You know Hagrid?" Ginny asked.

"He was the one who introduced Harry to the wizarding world." Said Jerry.

"Why Hagrid?" Neville asked.

"Must have been some wacksperts at work to make them send Hagrid." Luna suggested. "They're invisible creatures that makes your brain all fuzzy."

"Or maybe they were too cought up with other muggle raised children that they sent Hagrid as a last resort." Said Tom.

Harry and Ginny and Luna and Neville had managed to get a boat for all four of them. Tom and Jerry were able to get on sense they didn't whay too much.

The little fleet of boats made their way across the black lake. Hogwarts was much more beautiful up close.

Later, Hagrid lead the first years into the Entrance Hall. Form there, they met up with one of the professors.

"The first years Professor McGonagall."

"Thank you Hagrid. You go on and I'll take it from here." She said as Hagrid went ahead. "Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am Professor McGonagall. Deputy Headmistress and your Transefiguation teacher. Now before you take your seats in The Great Hall, you will be sorted into one of the four houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. While you are here, your house will be like your family. Your triemps will earn points for your house. Any rule braking and you will lose points. Know that only teachers and prefects can give and take points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is rerorded the house cup. Now please wait here until we are ready."

As she walked away, a pare of ghosts flew by. One was a fat woman, the other was a man and he had his head nearly removed from his body

"I know he's been trouble but he deserves another chance."

"My dear Friar." The man said as he moved his head back into place. "We've given Peeves far too many chances. He's given us a bad name."

Until, they spotted the first years looking at them.

"Ah. Hello there first years." Said the man.

"I know you." Said Ginny. "You're Nearly Headless Nick."

"Another Weasley? I thought Ron was the last one." Nick said laughing. "And please do repher to me as Sir Nicholas. Anyway, it's great to meet some new faces around here. I'll be looking forward to seeing many of you in Gryffindor."

"We better go now." Said the fat Friar. "Good luck making it in Hufflepuff."

As the ghosts left, a blond boy with two others aprotched Harry. He and Tom and Jerry remembered him. He was the same boy they had met in Madam Milken's.

"So it's true. What they were saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

The moment he said that, all eyes were on him.

"This is Crabbe." He pointed to the fat boy next to him. "And that's Goyle." He pointed to the taller boy. "And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."

Neville snorted a bit.

"Thank my name is funny do you? And what's this? They're letting a squib in Hogwarts?"

Harry knew what a squib was. But Neville wasn't one.

"If Neville was a squib, then they wouldn't have let him in. But he has magic so here he is." Said Ginny.

"And you there." Malfoy said pointing at Ginny. "Red hair and freckled face and a hand me down robe. You must be a Weasley. My father told me about them. More children than they can afford. You don't wanna make friends with the wrong sort Potter. You're find that some wizarding families are better than others."

"Well you're the wrong sort here." Said Harry.

But before Harry knew it, Malfoy pulled out his wand and casted,

"Flipendo!"

That was the knock back jinx as Harry fell on his back.

"Ahem!" Professor McGonagall returned and cleared her throut. "Put that wand away! No magic is to be used before the sorting!"

Malfoy grunted as he did as he was told.

"We are ready for you."

The first years followed McGonagall inside. The Great Hall had five tables. Four for the four houses, and a staff table at the end of the hall next to four giant hour glasses used to keep track on house points. There were floating candles seen as well as...the night sky?

"It's not really the sky." Said Harry. "It's bewitched to make it look like we're outside. I read all about it in Hogwarts A History."

"Then you know how we're gonna sorted?" Ginny asked.

"The answer is in front of us." Harry said as he pointed to a stool with a hat on it. And it began to sing a song.

Oh you may not think I'm pretty.

But Judge on what you see.

I'll eat myself if you can find,

a smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

your top hats sleek and tall.

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,

and I can top them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head,

The Sorting hat can't see.

So try me on and I will tell you,

where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

where dwell the brave at heart.

Their daring, nerve and chivalry,

set Gryffindors apart.

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 wit and learning,

Will always find their kind.

Or perhaps in Slytherin,

you'll make your real friends.

Those cunning folks use any means,

to achieve their ends.

So try me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap.

You're in safe hand (though I have none)

For I'm a thinking cap!

"I knew Fred and George were tricking me." Said Ginny.

"What did they say to you?" Jerry asked.

"That we'd have to fight a troll."

Now that the song is finished, Dumbledore began to speak.

"Weclome everyone to another year at Hogwarts. Now before we begin the sorting, I have a few words to say. Nitwit. Blubber. Oddmit. Tweak."

"Is he mad?" Tom asked.

"He might have lots of wacksperts in his head." Said Luna.

"First years, please know that the forest on the school grounds is forbidden to all students. As well to some older students who wish to remember this as well." His eyes were on Fred and George. "Also, our care taker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you that starting this turm, the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to those who does not wish to suffer a most painful death."

Harry and Ginny and Tom and Jerry laughed. But they were the few that did it.

"When I call your name, set forward and I will place the Sorting Hat on your head." Said McGonagall. "Abbot, Hannah!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Bones, Susan!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Brown, Lavander!"

"Gryffindor!"

Harry didn't pay much attention to the sorting. But he kept good track on who was sorted.

"Longbottom, Neville."

Neville shivered as he walked to the hat and got it on his head.

"Hmm. Easy. Very easy. Gryffindor!"

"Lovegood, Luna!"

Luna was much calmer than the others as the hat got to her head.

"Ah. Yes. Gryffindor!"

"Malfoy, Draco!"

As Malfoy aprotched, the hat didn't touch his head when it shouted,

"Slytherin!"

Harry can hear someone snort. Tom and Jerry were hoping Harry will be in Gryffindor.

"Potter, Harry!"

"Harry Potter? Here?" Someone asked.

"Hmm." Said the hat in his ear. "Difficlt. Very difficlt. Pure bravery. A ready mind. True loyalty. And planty of courage. But where to put you?"

"Not Slytherin." He whispered to the hat.

"Not Slytherin eh? You could be great. It's all here in your head. And Slytherin will help you on your way to greatness no dought. No? Well if you're sure, better be, Gryffindor!"

The Gryffindor table cheared loudly than the other houses did as Harry and Tom and Jerry walked over and sat next to Percy as Fred and George shouted, "WE'VE GOT POTTER! WE'VE GOT POTTER!"

"Hey. No pets aloud on the table." Percy said still smiling.

"Weasley, Ginevra."

"Another Weasley?" Someone from Ravenclaw asked.

"She's the youngest of them. Aparently she's the last one of the family." Said another from Ravenclaw.

"Gryffindor!"

Harry smiled as Ginny walked over and sat in between him and her brother Ron. The sorting ended with a boy named Zabini, Blaise getting into Slytherin.

"Attention students." Said Dumbledore. "Let the feast begin."

Food and drinks had shown up on the empty plates and goblets. The older students began to talk about their summer as the first years introduced themselves. Such as a boy named Seamus Finnigen who was hath-blood like Harry for his father is a muggle. There was also Dean Thomas whom Harry said to him that Dean's sue name was the name of his cat.

Speaking of, Harry and even Tom and Jerry helped themselves to much food as they can get. Of course, Harry was helping Tom and Jerry get some food. Until Tom grabbed a spoon and then he grabbed Jerry and put him on it and flinged him into the air. And he ended up bumping on Lavander.

"AAHH! MOUSE!"

"Tom!" Harry shouted. "Did you do this?!"

"Uh...no."

"Don't lie to me." Harry said as he walked to Lavander and retreaved Jerry. "I don't wanna get in trouble before classes start."

"I'm a cat. He's a mouse. Cats and mice don't go well together."

"Then learn how to."

"Harry, are you saying that mouse belongs to you?" Asked Parvati Patil?

"Right. These are my pets. Thomas Jasper Cat and Jerry Jinx Mouse."

"Harry are you insane?" Lavander asked. "Don't you know the kinds of dezeezes mice contane?"

"How long have you had both of them?" Asked a girl with bushy brown hair next to Ron.

"Sense I was seven."

"And now here we are." Said Jerry.

"You can talk?" The same girl asked in shock.

"We didn't until we met Harry." Said Tom.

"But that's impossible."

"Hermione. If it's impossible, then how can those two talk?" Ron asked. "And for what I wanna know, why is Harry Potter sitting with my sister?"

"RON!" Hermione shouted.

"Becasue I want to." Said Harry.

"Why can't you be in the same year as me?"

"Ron!" Percy shouted. "Let Harry deside who his friends should be."

Harry then turned to the staff table. Professor Quirrell had his back turned. He was talking to a black haired teacher in black clouthing. Until he turned his eyes to Harry.

"Aahh!" He shouted as he held on his scar.

"Harry!" Ginny shouted feeling consern for him.

"Just a headache." He lied. "Say Percy. Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell."

"That's Professor Snape. Head of the Slytherin house." Said Percy.

"What class does he teach?"

"Potions. But everyone knows he fancies Defense. He knows all about it. Been after Quirrell's job for years. Though I dought even Professor Snape would last long. Everyone believe the Defense Against The Dark Arts prosition is jinxed. No teacher has lasted for more than a year."

Harry turned to face them again. But Snape didn't look at him this time. However, he remembered something which he didn't tell Hagrid. When Quirrell had his back turned on him in The Leaky Cauldron, that was when his scar had hurt as well.

Tom and Jerry knew that Harry's scar hurt from that event as well. Which got all three of them to know one thing.

Quirrell can not be trusted.


No. This is not a Ron bashing story. He's good person in the books. And much better too. Ron was just being protective of Ginny.

Tom and Jerry's middle names came from what they were called in Puss Gets The Boot. Which was William Hanna and Joseph Barbera's very first cartoon together in the 1940's. Of course, Fred Quimby was convinced that cat and mouse cartoons were too old. But changed his mind after seeing what others were saying. But when Hanna and Barbera were ready to make a full cartoon series about their cat and mouse, they felt the names given didn't suit them well. Until an old Milk Carton gave them the perfect names. And so began Tom and Jerry before Hanna and Barbera left MGM to begin their own cartoon studio. Giving us The Flintstones, The Jetsons, Yogi Bear, Scooby-doo, and so on.

But enough history for now. Let's get back to the story.