Third Person POV

"Firs' years o'er here." A gruff voice called.

"Hagrid!" Harry and Alex yelled in unison, and ran toward Hagrid.

"Who is he?" Ron asked

"He's the man who told me about being a wizard." Harry explained.

"You mean you didn't know?" Ron said surprised.

"I grew up with so called muggles." Harry answered.

"Oh." Ron said as Harry smiled at Hagrid.

"Hagrid, how will we get to Hogwarts?" Alex enquired looking up trying to see his face, but only seeing a scruffy beard.

"The boats o' course." Hagrid said and pointed to small row boats that lay on a dark lake.

The first years followed Hagrid into the boats, Harry and Alex were put in a boat with Hagrid. And Ron was with Neville and Hermione.

Harry stared down at the dark glassy lake, and saw something moving in there. "What was that?" Harry panicked.

"Oh, that is just giant squid." Hagrid calmly explained

"SQUID?" Alex's eyes bulged.

"Yes, don't worry. Gentlest thing in this lake." Hagrid said with a chuckle.

Gentle? Harry thought. How could that be gentle.

Alex looked at Hagrid and Hagrid noticed the surprised faces, he slightly chuckled, "Don't want to go swimming in that lake, unless you know defence of the dark arts."

The boats docked and the first years rose looking around a strange cavern. "Where are we?" A young blond boy said, well more like sneered.

"You are under Hogwarts." A high pitched feminine, voice rang out. Alex turned her attention and saw McGonagall had entered the room. "Thank Hagrid, I shall take the from here." McGonagall said and Hagrid walked past her.

McGonagall started up the stairs and noticed no one was following her, "Well what are you waiting for? Do you want to stay in here all night? Single file." And she walked up the stairs legion of eleven year olds following her.

"Hey what was that lady's name again. I saw her with you at Diagon Alley." Harry whispered.

"Professor McGonagall." Alex answered.

"Seems rather strict." Harry said and saw McGonagall snap a look at them. Harry hushed up.

After walking up the stairs they reached a wide, spacious hall. McGonagall stopped them, "After these halls you will be sorted into your houses. Please order your self in alphabetical order. There are four houses, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin and Ravenclaw.

Harry and other first years scattered around the hall, Harry bumped into the young blond boy who always sounded like he was sneering.

"Your Harry Potter!" the boy exclaimed.

"Yes, I am." Harry said, tired of the people telling him that.

"I saw you on the train, I am Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." The boy said, "I saw you will the Weasley boy. Don't get yourself associated with him, our kind doesn't need a filthy blood traitor like him. I can help you with that." And the boy extended a hand.

Harry did not shake it, "I can judge who I would like to associate my self with thank you very much." The boy looked at him with malice and walked away.

When Harry lined up with the rest of them and noticed Alex was only a few people behind him.

Walking through the Great Hall, Ron could here Hermione's know it all voice explaining something, "The ceiling isn't really the night sky, it is just enchanted to look like it. I read it in Hogwarts, A history."

Ron scoffed like anyone would think it was the night sky.

Harry sighed and looked at Alex she shrugged. It would be impossible to make Ron and Hermione friends.

McGonagall walked up to the stage, she pulled out a raggedy, tan witched hat. The sorting hat.

Harry stared at the hat, what would it do?.

"Abbott, Hannah." McGonagall called, and a young blonde girl hesitantly walked up to the hat. McGonagall placed the hat on her head. Hannah looked up at the hat, frightened.

"Hufflepuff!" The hat's crease moved, well evidently, mouth.

The hufflepuff table cheered and clapped as Hannah scampered away from the stage.

Many other names were called, then they reached the G's. "Granger, Hermione."

Hermione smiled proudly and walked up to the hat. "Hmm, wit, logic, you would make a great Ravenclaw Hermione, but also there is something else, bravery, courage. It almost overpowers it. But wit and courage make a great combination, better be, GRYFFINDOR!" The hat said.

The Gryffindor's stood up and clapped, Harry noticed a large amount had shocking red hair, similar to Ron's. |"Hmm, Potter eh? Knowledge, but not enough for Ravenclaw. A great mind, maybe Syltherin, it could help you on your way to greatness."

"Not Syltherin, not Syltherin." Harry prayed,

"Not Syltherin, eh? Better be GRYFFINDOR!"

He sat down and felt hands patting him on the back. He smiled, he finally belonged.

"Russo, Alex." The hat called,

No one walked up, then Alex, stepped out of the crowd, her curls bouncing. The hat was placed on her head, but she didn't look up at it as others did. She kept her eyes locked on Harry's.

Just as the hat had contemplated Syltherin for Harry, he thought about Syltherin for Alex to. She looked at Draco's smirking face and thought no, anything but that house. "Okay, then you should be a GRYFFINDOR!"