When the train started to slow down, Jamesia woke up at the same time as the other girls woke up as well. They were changing into their robes when the door opened to reveal the bushy brown-haired girl that Ramona announce was Hermione Granger. Jamesia just continued getting into her uniform, ignoring Hermione Granger who looks red in the face from being ignored.
"Did you hear what I what said I've just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and he says we're nearly there," Hermione said to them all, but mostly to Jamesia
"That's why we are getting dressed, Granger. So, can you please leave and shut the door, so no boys can get in." Sirin said to Hermione but was ignored by the brown-haired girl
"Ramona told me that you're Jamesia Lily Potter, the girl-who-lived. I read all about you of course- "Hermione was interrupted
"Which ones?" Jamesia asks her, after getting the uniform on and surprised Hermione
"Excuse me?" Hermione asks back as she was pushed to the side and out in the hall as Jamesia walked by
"Which books, the incorrect ones that say I live with the Dursleys or the correct ones saying who I truly do live with and was raised by. Those were written by Giselle de Mornay with mine and my guardian approval." Jamesia said as she walks toward the exit.
A voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately. "
Jamesia heard her friends/cousins along with Granger following her until Jamesia stopped and lean again a compartment door. When the train finally stopped, Jamesia and the others got off first as people began to push their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. Jamesia out of the corner of her eye saw Lillian shivered in the cold night air, so Jamesia wrapped an arm around her. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, and Jamesia heard a voice: "Firs' years! Firs' years over here! All right there, Jamesia?"
Jamesia raised an eyebrow at the half-giant, who Giselle had told her was named Hagrid. Giselle had shown her pictures of all sorts of creatures and pictures, Hagrid was one of them, but Jamesia never met him and she's damn sure that Hagrid never met her. So why does he know what her name was and what she looks like?
"C'mon, follow me - any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"
Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Jamesia was reminded of a place that Lara took them too on one of her jobs, well they sneaked on her plane. Ramona pointed at the boy that was with Granger on the train named Neville, who had kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice.
"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here. "
There was a loud "Oooooh!"
The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.
"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Jamesia, Lillian, Sirin, and Ramona all shared one; causing Granger to share with the red-haired boy and Neville along with another girl.
"Everyone in?" shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. "Right then - FORWARD!"
And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.
"Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles.
"Oy, you there! Is this your toad?" said Hagrid, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them.
"Trevor!" cried Neville blissfully, holding out his hands. Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.
They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door.
"Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?"
Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door. The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there; she had a very stern face and Jamesia's first thought was that this was not someone to cross. Her second thought was that it's will be fun to get her to unwind, she was a Potter and was raised a Croft meaning you can't tame her.
Jamesia had people tried before, mainly Lara's enemies who had kidnaped her. Giselle's father was the second who tried to make her more ladylike when he was alive. They all soon learned one lesson that none dare forgets, well-all expect Lara who was the one who can handle her. The lesson was never, never mess with Jamesia Lily Potter or you will wish you were never born. Jamesia had made grown men cry for their mommies more than once.
"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here. "
She pulled the door wide; the entrance hall was so big; Jamesia smiled as she took it all in. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors. They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Jamesia could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right ad that means the rest of the school must already be here, but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its noble history, and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting. " Professor explained as her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on the red-haired boy's smudged nose. Jamesia saw Sirin smirk and stared right back the Professor with a look that says challenge accepted.
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly. " She left the chamber, afterward
"How exactly do they sort us into houses?" Jamesia heard a boy asked, the red-haired boy
"Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking. "
Jamesia rolled her eyes, she saw Lillian smile at Neville who looks like he was shaking in fear. He looks even more afraid by the second, she knows why they can all hear the red-haired boy and what his brother might have said about the sorting. Then something happened that made the others behind her screamed. Jamesia look around and her eyes went wide, and she smiled. About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall.
Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the first years. They seemed to be arguing and what looked like a fat little monk was saying: "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance-"
"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not even a ghost - I say, what are you all doing here?"
A ghost wearing ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years. Nobody was going to answer. Well that was rude in Jamesia's option
"We're first years, nice to meet you" Jamesia answered the ghost
"New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?"
A few people nodded mutely.
"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "My old house, you know. "
"Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony about to start. " Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall. Jamesia glared at her and then turned to Granger who stepped back, after kicking her to pay attention.
"Don't kick me again" Jamesia growled
"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "and follow me. "
Jamesia was in front of Giselle and followed the Professor into the Great Hall. She grasps as it was beautiful. She looks like a dream and like many strange and wonderful places she had been to before. Oh yes, she's going to love it here and even more so if there are danger and adventure.
Jamesia looks at the strange and splendid place, it was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight.
Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, Jamesia looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. She heard Granger whisper, "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History. "
It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the heavens. Well, what she thought would be true, if she hadn't seen what she had seen in her family's adventures. Jamesia looks at Professor McGonagall who silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool, she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty.
Jamesia looks at the hat, Giselle never said anything about a hat or rather anything about Hogwarts. She looks at Giselle who was sitting at the front table with other teachers. Jamesia narrowed her eyes as Giselle only smiled and waved at her, she turned her attention back to the hat. The hat began to twitch, a rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth, and is that hat singing?
Jamesia tried to block everyone singing that song, she looks at Ramona who was doing the same along with Morgan as both Sirin and Lillian were singing along with the hat. When the song finally ended, the whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.
"So, we've just got to try on the hat!" the red-haired boy whispered to another boy. "I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll."
It sounds like this Fred is a prankster, Jamesia does love pranksters. Now she remembers a Fred, the one she met on the train Fred Weasley along with his brother George Weasley. So, this red-haired boy must be their brother. Jamesia looks at Professor McGonagall who stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah"
A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moments pause –
"HUFFLEPUFF" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Jamesia saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at Hannah and then toward her as the ghost notices her.
"Bones, Susan"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah. Jamesia smiled, they look like they're going to be friends with each other, or have they known each other.
"Boot, Terry"
"RAVENCLAW"
The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them.
"Brocklehurst, Mandy" went to Ravenclaw too, but "Brown, Lavender" became the first new Gryffindor, and the table on the far left exploded with cheers; Jamesia could see the boy who she now knows is a Weasley's twin brothers catcalling.
"Bulstrode, Millicent" then became a Slytherin. Perhaps it was Harry's imagination, after all, he'd heard about Slytherin, but he thought they looked like an unpleasant lot.
"Croft, Morgan"
Jamesia saw her cousin walked forward and then sat on the stool as the hat was placed on her head. She can guess, which house Morgan was going even before that hat could. Ravenclaw, she means where else
"RAVENCLAW"
She was right, Morgan hopped off and walked toward the Ravenclaw table. She hopes she can be with her in the house. Anywhere expect with the Weasley who thinks she's going to be his wife. Giselle and Lara had both told her about that illegal marriage contract, they even told her that the bank had sent that family a letter saying that the contract was no more. She needs to tell Giselle that the boy still thinks that he's going anywhere near her in the future. Jamesia saw the Headmaster who both Lara and Giselle warned her of looks at her and she knew he had something to do with that boy's right of thinking.