Author's note: Sorry if I haven't been writing in a while. I've been dealing with school work and such, so please be patient. Don't worry though, I plan on finishing this story! Also, thank you to the readers who have enjoyed the first 2 chapters. I loved reading your comments. :)

Chapter 3 – Snogwarts

"Big fan, mate!" Liamold had a huge grin on his face and couldn't keep his eyes off of Harry.

"It is such an honour!" Zaynmione studied him closely, her nose almost touching his cheek. It looked as if her eyes would shoot out of their sockets if she continued to stare at him with so much intensity. After a while, her gaze wandered off to notice Darcy circling Harry's leg. "Oh my gosh, your cat is adorable."

"Uh…thanks," said Harry as he picked up the orange fur ball off the floor. "I've only gotten Darcy recently, but we seem to get on really well. I really like her and I'm pretty sure the feeling's mutual."

"I feel the same way about my platypus, Perrie," Zaynmione smiled. "It's a shame I didn't get to bring her along though."

"I just love turtles," Liam held his beloved green pal close.

"Cool," Harry stroked his chin and paused for a lengthy amount of time. "What's his name?"

"Turtle," Liamold said proudly.

Zaynmione's eyes blinked rapidly as a faint crease on her forehead deepened. "Your turtle's name is Turtle?" she said looking unimpressed. "That's not very creative."

Liamold's gasp sounded like a poor puppy choking as he covered Turtle's visibly non-existent ears. "Don't say that!" he whimpered. "You'll hurt his feelings. Yes, Turtle the turtle has feelings!"

"Sorry," Zaynmione muttered.

"He has a name!" Liamold cried.

"Sorry, Turtle," Zaynmione rolled her eyes.

"Phew," Liamold said relieved. "Good, now you're safe. Turtle's a secret ninja you know. Oh no! Now it's not a secret!"

"You're completely bonkers!" Zaynmione declared.

"Well, if you're going to be this mean, I sure hope we don't end up in the same house together." Liam coldly turned his back on her.

"We definitely won't be! We are nothing alike," scoffed Zaynmione.

When they finally reached the Snogwarts castle, they happily leapt out of the train and once again met with Hogrid as he led them into the Great Hall for the Sorting ceremony.

"Welcome to Snogwarts!" a shrill voice greeted. It was a bearded lady with a warty nose and a creepy grin on her face. "I'm the Headmaster, Professor Flackerdore. I would just like to say I am quite excited to see all these new faces and hopefully we will get to know each other over the next few years."

Harry could have sworn the Headmaster paused to wink at him.

"Let the Sorting begin!" she commanded.

A plump, cheerful man with cat-like eyes stood in front of the first-years as he held up a roll of parchment. "Hello, I'm Professor Higgonagall," he introduced himself quickly. "When I call your name, please step forward and I will put this bowtie around your neck." Professor Higgonagall drove his hand into his pocket, pulling out a bright sequined bow tie that flashed different colours of the rainbow. It also seemed to have a pair of working googly eyes and a talking mouth attached to it. "After a few moments, it will determine and sort you into your houses."

"Jacques Harriez!" Professor Higgonagall called out the first name on the list.

After the bow tie was wrapped around his neck, it spat out, "Fried-Chicken-Claw!"

The Fried-Chicken-Claw table cheered proudly as they welcomed the young boy into their house.

"Flynn Harriez!" was the next name called. The kid that stepped forward looked exactly identical to the previous boy. But unlike his twin, the talking bow tie sorted him into the Jubileepuff house.

As a number of other names were being called, a handsome boy with a pointed face shoved Liamold and Zaynmione aside to get closer to Harry.

"M'name's Eleanoy," he held his hand out and expected Harry to take it.

Harry was hesitant to shake the boy's hand but politely took it anyway. "Erm…I'm Harry-"

"I know who you are," Eleanoy interrupted. "You're the boy that defeated You-Know-Lou. Impressive."

"Uh…thanks," Harry scratched his head.

"Why don't you come and join my crew? That's Danoyle and Cherube!" Eleanoy pointed to a graceful boy with curls dancing alongside another young wizard that wore a robe with the word SWAG written all over it. "Forget those losers," Eleanoy eyed Zaynmione and Liamold. "So, what do you say?"

Harry wasn't very pleased with Eleanoy's rude attitude and very much preferred the friends he met on the train. "No, thanks." Harry shook his head and declined Eleanoy's offer.

"My father will hear about this! And you're going to regret it!" Eleanoy stomped away. "You will rue the day!"

Harry sensed no real threat and simply rolled his eyes.

"Harry Styler!" Professor Higgonagall finally called his name.

Harry gulped and clumsily stumbled forward. His large feet kept tripping him with every few steps he took. Eventually, he managed to settle himself onto a wooden stool before Professor Higgonagall who fastened the bow tie around his neck.

"Hm..ahh…yes, Harry Styler." A voice spoke in Harry's mind, causing a frightened jolt to reach his spine. "Strange, strange boy. Cheeky...a hopeless romantic...can be a diva at times, but has a good heart overall. I've got the right house just for you."

"This is weird," Harry murmured.

"SCOOBY-DOOR!" the animated bowtie announced.

Hoots and claps came from Harry's housemates as he pranced his way to their table. During that very moment, he felt like a supermodel walking down the runway.

After Harry took a seat, Eleonoy was called upon next. The bow tie had barely touched his neck when it proclaimed, "Veggie-Salads!"

"YES!" Eleonoy wasn't afraid to show his pride as he grinned boastfully.

"Liamold Peazley!" Professor Higgonagall motioned for him to come forward. "The bowtie may look into your mind in order to determine your house."

Liam nodded and sat down onto the stool, tapping his shoes against the floor excitedly.

As the bow tie observed Liam's mind, it heard nothing but a catchy tune that gradually grew louder.

"Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows! Everything that's wonderful is what I feel when we're together…" the song played over and over in Liam's head.

"What a brilliant mind," the bowtie whispered so only Liam could hear. It then shouted, "SCOOBY-DOOR!"

Afterwards, Professor Higgonagall called, "Zaynmione Manger!"

"Oh, no! That's me!" Zaynmione whipped her jet black hair back and anxiously sat on the stool, waiting for the bowtie to speak. "Please put me in Fried-Chicken-Claw, please put me in Fried-Chicken-Claw..." she chanted repeatedly. "Anywhere really, as long as I am far away from that Liamold boy."

"SCOOBY-DOOR!" the bowtie screamed.

"What?" Zaynmione could not believe her ears. She tore off the bowtie and angrily stomped over to her table. "There must be some kind of mistake."