Chapter 4-Year 1
Recap: "Firs' years this way!" Hagrid calls, and we follow him to some boats. We paddle for awhile until we look up and see a massive school looming above us. "Bloody hell," Ron whispers and I nod in agreement. Bloody hell.
Maia's POV
We walk inside where a woman with gray hair that is pulled up into a bun stands.
"Welcome to Hogwarts! I am Professor McGonagall This way to the Great Hall where you will be sorted into our 4 houses. Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor." We follow her to two giant doors, where she motions for us to wait, then disappears behind them.
"So, it's true then. Harry and Maia Potter have come to Hogwarts." Everyone erupts into whispers and I frown, looking over at a boy with really greasy, slicked back hair. Like seriously, does he use chicken fat in his hair? No normal products would make your hair that greasy. "I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy," The boy says and Ron snickers from behind me, causing Draco to glare at him.
"Think my name's funny do you? Let's see, red hair, hand-me-down robes, you must be a Weasley," Draco sneers and I narrow my eyes. He's only said like 3 sentences and I already hate him. "You'll find that there are certain people who are better to associate yourselves with. I can help you with that," The boy says, thrusting his hand out to us. I share a look with Harry, before we turn back to him.
"I think we can figure out the wrong sort for ourselves thanks," We say, before turning away to Ron, who's laughing quietly. Draco glares at us and I smirk. Why would we want to be friends with you, if you just insulted our friend? Idiot.
"Right this way, students," Professor McGonagall says, walking back up to us. We quickly walk into a large room where 4 tables are set up. Candles float above us, in what appears to be the night sky.
"It's not real. It's just bewitched to look like night. I read about it in Hogwarts A History," Hermione says, walking up beside me and I smile at her.
"Cool," I say, and shoot Ron a look as he rolls his eyes. A hat is set down on a stool in front of us, and I'm shocked as it starts to move, and sing. It sings a song about Hogwarts and all of the houses, before McGonagall steps up with a list.
"When I call your name, please step up and sit on this stool. Abbot, Hanah." A girl walks up and nervously sits down.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat screams and a yellow and black table breaks into cheers. The rest of the sorting goes by quickly. Soon it will be my turn.
"Granger, Hermione." I smile reassuringly at Hermione, who takes deep breathes, muttering to herself to stay calm.
She sits on the stool and almost immediately, it shouts out, "GRYFFINDOR!" The table to our left screams and hollers as she smiles brightly and hops up, running over to sit down.
"Potter, Harry." I squeeze Harry's hand and he smiles gratefully at me, before slowly making his way up, ignoring all of the whispers. This time, the sorting takes a little longer. I see Harry shake his head a bit, and I can just make out his mouth moving. He's too far away for me to see what he's saying though.
Finally, the hat screams, "GRYFFINDOR!" Harry beams and jumps up, walking briskly to the table and sending me a thumbs up.
"Potter, Maia." More whispers break through the hall, as I roll my eyes and step up to the stool. I sit down and the hat slips down, covering my eyes. I jump a little in surprise as the hat starts talking to me, but that's not the creepiest part. The creepy part, is that it's in my head!
"Ah, the female Potter. You are very clever, but not clever enough for Ravenclaw. And you are very kind and thoughtful, but you speak your mind and have a temper, so Hufflepuff won't do. As I told your brother before, you'd be great for Slytherin! Very cunning indeed," The hat murmurs and I frown. That must be why Harry was muttering.
"Well actually, I don't think Slythein would do me good. Gryffindor is for the brave right? Well, I don't necessarily count myself as brave, but I've lived with the Dursleys all my life. That has to show some sort of braveness. Plus, I don't really appreciate snotty, arrogant people, and that's basically what Slytherin is made up of, so I'd rather not be placed in that house," I reply back, in my head of course and the hat chuckles.
"You're quiet a spunky one huh? Well, in any case, you are right. And I doubt you want to be in a different house than your brother. Plus, I think there is someone whom you admire in Gryffindor, so." Well, you can guess what the hat sorted me into. The red and gold table breaks into cheers and I smile, hopping up and practically skipping over to my bother and Hermione.
The rest of the sorting goes by in a blur. I zone out, only listening when I heard Ron's name. He was sorted into Gryffindor, obviously. The headmaster steps up and makes a speech, before food magically appears in front of us. I gape at it, sharing a look with Harry, before piling food onto my plate. This is more food than I've ever seen in my life!
"So, congrats on making it into Gryffindor." I look up to see Fred and George smirking at me. "Thanks," I reply, before eating some more. I feel like someone is staring at me, so I turn around to see Malfoy glaring at Harry and I. When he notices me looking, he smirks, causing me to scoff, and flip him off. Yeah, I'm not the best child. Oh well. I see Fred and George raise their eyebrows, before whispering to each other, than smiling a creepy smile at me. I frown, and look around. What was that about? Desert comes and I quickly eat it, feeling stuffed, but satisfied.
"First years, find your prefects. They will show you to your common rooms." We all stand up and I look around, spotting a redheaded boy in Gryffindor robes. Hmm, I wonder if he's a Weasley.
"Gryffindor first years, this way! Follow me!" The boy yells, and we all scurry after him. We reach a portrait of a large woman. "Caput draconis," The boy says, and the picture swings open, to reveal a passage way. We wall crawl in and find ourselves in a gold and red room with couches and fireplaces. "This is our common room. Girls, your dormitories are up the stairs and to the left, boys same to you except on the right." I quickly follow Hermione upstairs and find my bed, where Winnie is lounging. She sees me and meows, hopping up and running over to me as I sit on my bed. I pet her and look around as more girls file into our room. I quickly find out that my roommates' names are, Hermione, obviously, Lavender Brown and Pavarti Patil. I change into my pajamas and slip under the thick covers on my bed. I smile as Winnie curls up against my chest, and close my eyes, falling into maybe one of the best sleeps I've ever had.