It was a deep, rumbly voice that woke Jamie this time. It was a strange feeling, to wake up three times in the same day when she only remembered going to sleep twice.

"Firs' years o'er here, please!" bellowed the voice. "Firs' years this way!"

Jamie crept out of her compartment, witnessing students leaving the train. She joined the bulk of children and adolescents, carefully stepping out of the scarlet convoy. A bunch of younger students, around ten or eleven years old, were gathered near a giant man, who despite his size (horizontal and vertical), seemed a very kind and sweet person. He was swinging an old battered lantern, gesturing to the younger students to follow him down.

Jamie silently walked behind the small-ish group, as she figured it would be smarter to follow people who knew no one rather than barging into groups of friends who had no idea who she was and what she was doing here. The large man stoppped on a dock, where rowboat after rowboat was alined.

"Four children maximum in one boat," called out the man. Jamie sat with a two boys and a girl, who eyed her strangely. It was obvious that they wondered what an older girl like herself was doing there, so Jamie winked and raised a finger to her lips. It was something that she'd learnt to do with children; it gave them a sense of importance if you shared a secret with them.

And the rowboats advanced out of their own accord, and Jamie knew why: magic. It seemed to be the only thing going on here. Which made sense if she was headed to a school of magic.

The group stood before a large wooden door, waiting for it to open. Jamie had learned (from a strict-looking woman named Professor McGonagall) that this place was named Hogwarts, that the group was to walk into someplace named the Great Hall and wait until their names were called. Jamie was anxious. She knew that her own name would never be called, and that she'd be caught once all the children would be gone into their own... Houses? What were Houses again?

Jamie would just have to wait and find out.

The doors opened, making a deep, scraping sound as they sratched the stone under them. The crowd of students walked forward, oohing and aahing as they all took in the beauty of the Great Hall. Jamie was no exception to this. They stopped in front of a sort of stage, where a long table was stood, and behind the table were seated adults. Looking around, Jamie witnessed four tables. All the students seated there wore the same colour ties, depending at which table they sat, but before Jamie could wonder more about them, Professor McGonagall appeared with a stool and an old hat, who, upon beong set on the stool, opened its brim and started singing.

"A thousand years or more ago,

When I was newly sewn,

There lived four wizards of renown,

Whose names are still well known:

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,

Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,

Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,

Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,

They hatched a daring plan

To educate young sorcerers

Thus Hogwarts School began.

Now each of these four founders

Formed their own house, for each

Did value different virtues In the ones they had to teach.

By Gryffindor, the bravest were

Prized far beyond the rest;

For Ravenclaw, the cleverest

Would always be the best;

For Hufflepuff, hard workers were

Most worthy of admission;

And power-hungry Slytherin

Loved those of great ambition.

While still alive they did divide

Their favorites from the throng,

Yet how to pick the worthy ones

When they were dead and gone?

'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,

He whipped me off his head

The founders put some brains in me

So I could choose instead!

Now slip me snug about your ears,

I've never yet been wrong,

I'll have a look inside your mind

And tell where you belong!"

And the Sorting began.

A/N. I know this Sorting song is the one from Book Four, but as we don't have the one from Book Three, I took the closest one I could. Hope you enjoyed!