The Days of Golden Sunshine
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the characters unrecognized from the Harry Potter Series
A/N: Sorry everyone! I'm in another country right now and it was hard to get access to a computer because my cousin needed it all the time...sigh, well here is a new chapter! Hope you guys enjoy it!
Chapter 3:
"First years! T'is way! First ye'rs this way please! F'llow me! Now don't get lost!" cried a giant of a man.
Timidly the puny kids approached a boat.
"Wow! They sure get smaller each ye'r huh! My name is Hagrid! I'm gamekeeper h're at Hogwarts! Well four to a boat then! C'mon hurry it up there now!" Oy! You there! H'y! Is t'is your toad? " asked the great man.
A plump mousy rat faced boy stumbled forward. "Yah! Freddie! Thanks!"
"No prob'em" chuckled the big guy.
Lily, Angela, Natalie and Julie climbed into a small wooden boat while the rat faced boy who introduced himself as Peter, James Remus and Sirius climbed aboard another.
"Lalala rock-a-bye-baby-in-a-tree-top!" whispered Angela into the darkness as they went into the caves of underground waterways of Hogwarts. Promptly on the word "rock" she, Sirius and James started rocking their old, creaky boats back and forth in the water.
"Angela! Ahhh! You stop or I'm writing to your parents!" screeched Julie and Natalie.
"OOOO! I'm shivering with fear! I'd liked to see them try!" retorted Angela.
Suddenly a giant squid hand shot up into the air, knocking the little boat, and Angela tumbled into the murky, cold water.
"Pffft! Serves you right!" screamed the three girls.
"Oi! No swim'ing!" roared Hagrid. "You chums there give 'er a hand!" Hagrid asked James, Sirius and Remus also of Peter but he just sat there dumbly smilingly like an idiot. James, Sirius and Remus however were positively giggly with laughter, although Remus had the dignity of trying to do his best of trying to hold it in.
Since none of the girls knew how to swim and therefore decided not to take the risk of falling in themselves they couldn't help their friend. The boys of course were of no use…
"Those giggle boxes!" thought Angela viciously in her desperation. She ended up swimming to the gates of Hogwarts and mush to Hagrid's dismay, the stern, sharp-eyed, quick-minded Professor McGonagall happened to have been early on arrival and saw Angela get out all wet and soggy.
"Hagrid, what is the meaning of this!" questioned McGonagall folding her lips tightly together.
"Ahhh…well ya see, uhmm what h'ppened was, ahh..we had a little accident. Ya know? Accidents 'ill happen!" answered Hagrid chuckling nervously.
McGonagall's eyes narrowed she turned looking at Angela, "I do not think I'll wish to hear this story… so lets just dry you off and get you sorted into the right house then, all right? Ventosusious!" shouted McGonagall pulling out her wand and pointing to Angela.
"Thank-s-s-s Prof-e-s-o-r!" shivered Angela the cool breeze still chilling her bones.
The group walked through the gigantic, wooden doors. The students marched in a straight line, chattering nervously. They walked till they reached an old, worn, dirty, tattered hat resting upon a stool. The first years stood still curious as to what they were waiting for.
Suddenly the shabby hat opened up his mouth sucked in a deep breath and sang a song that went like this:
"Welcome to Hogwarts, first years!
My name is Sorting Hat,
I separate all of you into houses that represent you best!
You may be a Gryffindor,
Loyal, brave, and bold!
Or maybe a Ravenclaw,
Where the smart-headed thrive,
Or maybe sneaky Slytherin,
Who put their lives above the rest!
Or maybe gentle Hufflepuff
Who cares for all the kind!
So put me on and let me see
Which house represents you best!
Try me on quick and fast, for I'm the sorting hat!"
AS the hat's mouth shut, students everywhere broke into a thunderous applause, only to be silenced by and impatient McGonagall who had pulled out a long list of names.
"Avery, Thomas", she called out and an intimidating looking boy walked up to the stool, jamming on the hat.
The hat had barely touched his filthy head (James and Sirius couldn't decide which was filthier the hat or Avery's head.) when it screeched out the word "Slytherin!"
The evil, vile looking table propped up next to the cold walls burst into cheering.
Soon the list moved on to the B's and finally Sirius Black was called to the stool.
"Sirius Black, she said?" whispered students. "Not from the pureblood obsessed family, Black?"
The students at the Slytherin table were preparing to stand up and give a thunderous applause as Sirius, jammed on the hat.
"Not Slytherin! Please not Slytherin! Gryffindor! Hufflepuff even, just not Slytherin!" thought Sirius.
"Not Slytherin ehh!" asked the hat, "well better be…"