Ginny dragged a yowling, scratching Harry to the Great Hall. She sat excitedly and listened to a boring sorting; nothing new. The only interesting part was when the hat refused to go on the head of a rather evil and nasty looking boy named Greg Floyd. The teachers had no idea what to do with Greg, so they just set him to Hufflepuff. The other Hufflepuffs looked very fearful when Greg sat with them, looking quite amused. But most of the sorting was a mess of boring wasted time.
Just before the feast started, Headmaster Dumbledore got the bright idea that the exhausted and starving students wanted to listen to some bloody speech before they could eat.
"I would like to introduce this year's Head Boy." He sounded very old, as though he was about to kick the bucket. Then he looked around, but found that there was no Harry! Or, at least, no Harry as far as he could tell.
"Where is the Head Boy?" he solicited.
"HARRY POTTER IS GONE, PROFESSOR!" yelled Terry Boot in an extremely loud voice that made the stars in the magical ceiling shake.
"Well, here's our Head Girl, then, Hermione Granger," replied Dumbledore. Then he pulled a raw onion out from under his beard, took a bite from it and didn't dwell on Harry again.
Hermione stood up and beamed. A few people clapped, a few more people booed. Ron just watched the fly. Hermione began to launch into a speech, but was cut off by Dumbledore, who said, "Let's eat." He got a roaring round of applause.
Ginny ate her dinner and gave some bits of potato from her plate to Harry, who was on her lap (and liking it).
"No, give me ham! I want the ham!" Harry meowed, looking at the large ham on the table.
"Does Chester want some cabbage?" Ginny cooed, stuffing bits of cabbage into Harry'' mouth. Harry had hated cabbage ever since those days that he had been left with crazy old Mrs. Figg. Harry scratched Ginny's hand in reply.
"Bad kitty!" exclaimed Ginny.
Harry yowled.
Ginny spent the rest of the feast talking with her friend Sha, another sixth year Gryffindor.
"Oh, what a cute kitten!" cried Sha excitedly.
"I'm going to keep him, since I can't find his owner," Ginny explained and Sha pulled Harry's tail. "His name's Chester!"
Ginny and Sha ignored Harry for the rest of the feast and instead talked about girl things. This bored Harry.
He leapt off Ginny's lap and onto the table, creeping behind platters and bowls. He did not notice Crookshanks following him.
Big, fat Crookshanks leapt onto skinny, little Harry and into a platter of pineapple, which splattered onto the walls. Harry jumped up at once and began to race away, jumping over bowls of fruit and onto plates of bread. Crookshanks lumbered after him, knocking over several pitchers of juice and a large slab of meat.
During this pandemonium, Ginny ran as fast as she could to try catching Harry. Hermione just sat there whining about how her cat would ruin her name and get her expelled and then she'd never get to be the best Head Girl that Hogwarts had ever seen.
Harry skidded down the table, right into Ron, who was watching the fly, knocking Ron into Neville. Neville dropped his toad, which hopped off and landed on the plate of some sissy first year boy, who ran off crying.
Harry scrambled and jumped onto the Ravenclaw table, upsetting several cages of owls. The owls flew around in the mess and began swooping down to pick up food and drop it again on the heads of the students.
Crookshanks was gaining on Harry, who ran under the Hufflepuff table. He and Crookshanks dodged under feet and between legs. Crookshanks was about to leap on Harry, so Harry, at the last second, ducked, causing the ginger cat to go soaring into the tablecloth. He got tangled up in it and it pulled down, knocking all of the good at the Hufflepuff table onto the floor.
Harry felt safe momentarily, but Greg Floyd, who put a hex on Harry that made him soar through the air, almost immediately picked him up. He landed in a pot of soup at the Slytherin table.
Draco fished Harry out by the tail and smiled evilly as he raised his wand.
"Drop my cat!" screamed Ginny. Harry wriggled free and jumped into the safety of Ginny's arms. "How dare you!"
Malfoy hid behind his cronies. Harry smirked, very pleased with himself.
Ginny carried Harry away from the nasty Slytherin table and began to lecture him. "Bad, Chester! You have to behave in school!"
Then she locked Harry in her dorm and returned to the feast.