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As the morning sun shone threw the windows of Dumbledore's office, Will was sitting on the bed that he had just awakened from. Is this real? Am I going to learn magic? Thought Will as he sat twiddling with his knife. The portraits of the old headmaster's and headmistresses were quietly snoring. Will took out the knife from its scabbard. He stood up and swung it round and pretended that he was battling an enemy. One of the portraits awoke and saw him doing this.
"You ought to be careful with that knife!" he said sleepily. The noise startled Will and he cut himself.
"Ow" the blood dripped from the newly opened wound.
"I told you," scoffed the painting. Well I'm defiantly not dreaming.
"How come you can talk?" asked Will. The painting was quite shocked.
"'How come I can talk' he asks. I take it you've never been in the wizarding world before. Here it's quite natural for painting and pictures to talk and move."
"Really? Wow, looks like ill be learning a lot. Do you know when breakfast is, I'm starving. I ain't had a decent meal in about 5 years!" Will licked his lips.
"Breakfast starts at 7:30, but to bad for you, you'll have to wait for about another hour. Dumbledore will be up in a moment you can ask him then."
"Ask me what, Phineas?" said Dumbledore as he stepped out of a room from behind his desk.
"Well the boy just wanted to know when's breakfast and I said at 7:30 and then to ask you."
"Very well." Dumbledore turned to Will, "so are you exited about your first day as a wizard?"
"Well yeah, but I noticed you had a wand. And I don't have any money to get one. And neither has Lyra." Stated Will in a glum tone.
"Yes, well I sent an owl to Olivander, for him to come over before breakfast and give you and Lyra a wand. He shall be arriving by the floo network about now." And as soon as the last syllable came out of his mouth. A pile of smoke flew out of the fireplace in the corner of the room, and a large thump as the man who made the soot fly stepped out, causing Lyra to wake up and fall out of her bed. Will laughed as the bed headed Lyra steadily got up. After realising where she was, she looked at Will laughing and jumped on top of him, knocking both of them to the floor laughing.
Once they had got up, Lyra tried to tame her bed head while Will dusted the soot of himself. After everyone had settled down, Dumbledore spoke.
"Well Olivander has come here to give you both a wand. So without further ado let's get started."
"Right well, I've brought some wands with me today for you to try. Now if the young Ms would come over here I'll we shall start." Lyra walked up to Olivander, "before we start I have to say, the wand chooses the witch or wizard, not the other way around. Ok well try this one," He gave Lyra the wand on the top of the pile. "Well give it a wave."
She waved it. Butterflies erupted from the end.
"Well that was easy. Ok, now you boy. Try this one." Will flicked the wand. Phineas's portrait was blown off the wall. Yelling erupted from the portrait on the floor. Dumbledore got out his wand and instantly the painting flew back up and hooked itself back on the wall.
"Nope. Try this wand," Will tried. And failed. "Well this is going harder than I thought. Try this." As soon as Will touched the wand a stream of lights erupted from the tip. "This is your wand."
"What type of wand, Olivander?" asked Dumbledore
"It's a Hornbeam with the tail hair of a grim. It is the only know grim wand. Quite remarkable that it has actually been used."
"Well thank you for coming on such short notice."
"Not a problem Albus, any time, any time. Good bye."
Olivander grabbed a handful of floo powder, threw it into the fireplace stepped in and stated
"Olivander's wand shop" and disappeared in the green flames.
"Well, best get going to breakfast, and get you sorted. But before we go I shall transfigure the beds into a set of school robes." Dumbledore flicked his wand and the two beds turned into two sets of school uniforms. With another flick of his wand the clothes on the floor had swapped themselves for the clothes Will and Lyra were wearing. "There we go. Now down to breakfast."
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As every one gathered in the great hall for breakfast on Saturday, the second of September for breakfast, they noticed the sorting hat out on its stool.
Harry Potter and his friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, walked into the great hall for breakfast.
"I wonder why the sorting hat is still out. I mean the sorting was yesterday." Puzzled Hermione.
"Dunno, but if there's gonna be a late sorting I don't want it to be a smarmy little git who thought it would be stylish to be late." Said the extremely sleepy Ron
"I hope your not right Ron, I don't want another one since we've already got Malfoy." Harry sat down while saying this.
Once every one had entered the hall for breakfast, Dumbledore got everyone's attention.
"Good morning everyone, I trust you all had a good sleep last night, and are probably wondering why the sorting hat is still out. Well we have two late pupils who will be joining our school in the fourth year. So without further ado let's get them sorted."
"When I call your name come forth and sits on the stool.
So, Lyra Belacqua," Lyra stepped up and sat on the stool.
"GRIFFINDOR," shouted the sorting hat. The Gryffindor table erupted with cheers as Lyra ran over and sat down.
"William Parry," Will ran and sat down on the stool at once. The sorting hat was placed on his head.
"Hmm difficult. You are like that Potter boy, he was another tough one to sort. You might belong in Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart, their daring, nerve and chivalry set Gryffindor's apart, although you might belong in Hufflepuff, where those are just and loyal, those patient Hufflepuff's 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 real friends, those cunning folk use any means, to achieve their ends. I'm going to put you in SLYTH…" 'Not syltherin. I want to be in Gryffindor with my friend.' Thought Will. "And again like Potter you chose you didn't want to be in syltherin but in griffindor. Oh all right. GRIFFINDOR!" The sorting hat finished and again griffindor erupted with cheer.
"Hey Harry, it looks as if you've got yourself a follower! He even looks a bit like you!" laughed Ron, but Harry wasn't listening. He was watching the boy come and sit next to him.
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"Hey Lyra, where's Pan?" asked Will as he sat down in the opposite to Lyra.
"He's sleeping in my pocket. Anyway its good we got into the same house."
"Yeah." Will turned to Harry. "Hi I'm Will, I was just wondering if you knew anyone called 'Potter'? Cause the hat was saying I'm was difficult to sort, like you and that you wanted to be in griffindor not slytherin as well. So do you know where I can find him?" Harry was dumbstruck. His mouth was hanging open. Ron gave him a little push and he came back to reality.
"Uhh, yea I'm Harry Potter."
"Oh Hi. So how long have you been going here?"
"Well this will be my forth year here."
"Coool. So do you know like any cool magic? I'm like new here."
"Well don't ask me, ask Hermione." He pointed a the girl sitting next to Lyra. "She's the smarter one." Hermione blushed a little.
"So can you show me any?" Asked Will, while putting some toast and beans on the plate infront of him.
"Sure, ill summon something, accio seamus's daily prophet." Seamus's ,a boy sitting a few seats away, newspaper flew out of his hands.
"Hey Hermione I was reading that" Shouted Seamus
"I was just showing Will some magic." Retorted Hermione as she passed the paper back to seamus.
"and anyway here comes professor McGonagall with the timetables."
"Sorry bout her mate, Mione is a teachers pet
"I heard that Ronald! Lyra would you like to join our dorm? We have a spear bed in there."
"Yeah same here mate." Said Ron, and Lyra and Will answered in unison
"umm sure."
"Parry, heres your time table, Belacqua, yours. Potter, Weasley, Granger." Stated McGonagall.
"Looks as if you've got the same timetable as us, Will. We'll let you and Lyra tag along, seeing as you don't know your way." Glumly stated Harry "And we've got double potions with Snape."
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