September 1

Today is the day. I finally get to go to Hogwarts! But, am I ready for this? Harry Potter will most likely be on the train. I hope that no one swarms him when they find out that he's there. People probably will. I could see that happening. Most likely a fury of people that love and adore him for defeating You-Know-Who, and some of You-Know-Who's followers children attacking him verbally and magically for what he did. That poor, innocent child. I can at least make a small beam of light to blind them. Maybe.

I have to finish getting packed. All that's left to pack are my underwear and my writing book. Then I should be ready.

I'm now on the way to the train station. Mom and Dad keep reassuring me that I'll be all right, but I'm not too sure. What if I'm in Slytherin? I don't even like snakes! I prefer eagles and lions. My inner bias is coming out.

Mom says that to get to Platform 9 and 3 quarters I have to walk through a solid wall. I think and hope that she is lying. I don't think that walking through a solid wall will be painless. We are almost to the station, only a few more minutes until I'll be on my way to Hogwarts. Of course my parents want to be there early. It's only 10:15. I'll be on the train for a long time before it's time to go.

I'm now on the train. I'm sitting in compartment 14. Hopefully no one disturbs me. Midnight is hooting peacefully. And Mom cried for about 10 minutes before she finally let me leave. I ensured her that I would come home for Christmas, and then she decided that it was my time to leave. I got sat down in an empty compartment. And here we are.

Looking out of my window I see all kinds of people with red hair, about nine of them I'd say. The mother looks exasperated, the twins look very mischievous, the youngest boy looks excited, the girl looks sad, and the oldest boy looks very pompous. The twins hugged their mother good bye, and announced that they would send her a Hogwarts toilet seat. What odd people. The pompous boy got on to the train and marched to the compartment marked Prefects. The twins met their friend who had a giant tarantula. The youngest boy and a boy with very messy black hair boarded the train. The boy sat down in the compartment next to mine, and the red headed boy continued to walk about the train.

Oh my goat. That boy in the messy hair is Harry Potter. I see the scar. Like a bolt of lightning it is. I want to talk to him, but I'll wait. At least for a while longer. The young red head boy sat with him. They talked for a good long time. I heard the whistle of the brilliant scarlet train blow. Midnight freaked out and hooted loudly as an attempt to match the whistle. A boy opened my compartment door. By my cousin Fabian, it was that annoying Irish boy. And he brought a friend.

The friend is a black boy. He is quite tall, and he seems very happy. They both sat down in the seat across from me and started to talk.

"Hey, I'm Seamus Finnigan. And this is me friend, Dean Thomas. What's your name?" said the Irish boy who must be named Seamus.

"I'm Jacob Smith," I replied with as much confidence I could muster.

"So what is your family like? I'm a half-blood, and I'm a decent flyer."

"I'm a pureblood, and I've never rode a broom before."

The boy called Dean finally spoke. "I'm a Muggleborn. It was a great shock when the letter arrived. And I'm so glad that I came here."

"Didn't I see you in Diagon Alley? I remember seeing you at Olivander's and at Madame Malkin's."

"Yeah, Seamus, you did. Sorry I didn't speak to you then." I replied without much truth to it.

Then a girl with very, very bushy hair interrupted us.

"I'm Hermione Granger. Have you seen a toad, a boy called Neville lost his."

We replied no, and the girl left.

Then we had a little bit more idle talk before a witch with a trolley appeared.

"Anything off the trolley dears?" She said sweetly.

"I'll take two chocolate frogs and a pack of Fizzing Whizbees." Seamus said with confidence.

"I'll take the same thing he had, and a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans." I said.

"I'll take a chocolate frog," said Dean.

We handed over our money and the witch left us with plenty of sweets to keep us entertained for a while. I got a couple more wizard cards to add to my ever growing collection. I got Rowena Ravenclaw and Merlin. Seamus got Merlin and Godric Gryffindor, while Dean got Dumbledore.

"Wow. The pictures move here…." Said Dean with surprise.

"Do they not move in the Muggle world?" inquired Seamus.

Whether the pictures moved or not, we never found out. A pale boy and two incredibly large blokes entered our compartment.

"I'm Draco Malfoy, and this is Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle," the boy said rudely. The boys called Vincent and Gregory cracked their knuckles threateningly. "Are any of you pureblood?"

"I am," I said calmly.

"And what about this riffraff you have in here with you? Would you like us to get rid of it for you?" The boy added with a sneer.

"No. They are quite all right. Blood status does not mean everything."

The pompous red headed boy then came in and forced them away. The boy then added, "I'm Percy Weasley by the way," and then continued to leave quickly. We then decided to get changed into our school robes, as night was quickly approaching.

I then started reading The Standard Book of Spells until the train stopped. We were told to leave our things on the train, so I put the book back in the trunk and stepped outside.

"Firs' years o'er here!" said a loud booming voice. I went to the source of the voice, with Dean and Seamus, and then we were told that we were going to sail across the lake to the school.

It was a very uneventful trip, except for a round faced boy fell into the water.

We arrived at the school. A stern looking woman escorted us inside. "I am Professor McGonagal. I teach transfiguration, and I am Deputy Headmistress here. There are four houses to this great school of magic. You will be sorted into your house depending on what qualities you have."

I stopped paying attention and started to let my eyes wander for a while. We were then to go inside and stand single file. Professor McGonagal got an old stool and a hat and placed in the middle of the hall. The other students stared at the hat, so I did too. The hat started singing a song about where to put students. When the song finished, Professor McGonagal started the sorting.

"Abbot, Hannah!"

"Hufflepuff!" shouted the hat.

When Seamus was called, I watched him walk up there and place the hat on his head.

"Gryffindor!!"

When Draco Malfoy was called up there, the hat said, "Slytherin!" as soon as it touched his head.

"Potter, Harry!"

After a while, the hat called, "Gryffindor!!"

The applause was huge. People were clapping so very loud at the Gryffindor table.

"Smith, Jacob!"

I walked over to the hat and placed it on my head as everyone else had done.

The hat talked to me, in a voice that only I could hear: "Ah. Where to put you Jacob Smith? You have a perfect mind, and a lot of courage. It would appear that your courage is even stronger than your intellect though. That means: Gryffindor!!"

I walked over to the table and waited for the sorting to end. Dean Thomas and the young red headed boy joined our house as well. Then the headmaster spoke: "As we are all hungry, I will not keep you long. I will say a few words and the words are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! And Tweak!"

The man was mad! He is a genius though. There is no denying that.

Just then the plates appeared with food on them. We all ate while having much happy conversation. I was just so happy that I was finally at Hogwarts, and that I was in Grffindor.

After the feast, we headed to the Common Room. The room was huge. There several large red squishy arm chairs by the fire and then Percy showed us to our beds. I went in and made sure that all my stuff was there. I remembered Midnight. Percy must have noticed the look on my face because he said, "All the owls are in the owlery, you can visit him anytime you wish." Thank Merlin.

I sat down in a squishy armchair and talked to Seamus and Dean for a good long while then we saw Harry Potter walking down with Ron Weasley. Many stares followed him as he wandered around the Common Room. We were all so tired, and so happy that it felt as though sleep it self was calling us. We went to the dormitories and changed in to our pajamas and said good night to one another.

It was official. My first year of Hogwarts had begun.