An: Chapter 2 is up which mean Harry finally learns which house he'll be in. Ps there will be one oc character that will turned into a major role.

Sorted

The first years marched inline through the oversized doors into the Great Hall. Entering, Harry was completely astonished by the large chamber. 'They definitely understated it. It's not great, it's enormous.' He thought. He could barely believe his eyes; from the looks of it, none of the others could either.

It was lit by numerous candles, more than Harry could, at the very least be bothered, to count. Every one of them was floating in mid-air over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting, all staring intensely and excitedly at the new comers. Harry felt uncomfortable under all the stares tried to hide, though the fact that they were in line wasn't helping matters.

He ended up looking away, trying to peak over Anthony shoulder, trying to focus on where they were going, which only made him more anxious as to what they're about to do. This was when he noticed the front of the hall, where another long table stood where what he presumed was all of the faculty, besides Professor McGonagall, sat patiently waiting.

In front of them was a stool with a patched, frayed old hat sat. Harry's mind quickly wondered if they had to pull a rabbit out of the witch's hat. It wouldn't be too surprising, every magician Harry ever saw or heard off could do it, so it could be this test Anthony mentioned.

This only made Harry stress more at the fact he didn't know a thing about magic. 'I should of read those books on the train.' He thought. His thoughts were suddenly caught short as Terry nudged back at him.

"Look up." Having no reason not to, Harry did as he was told, his mind going blank as he stared up at the night sky. He always did love the sky, especially at night when he could see the stars. A question did pop into his head though, how could he see the stars when they're inside?

"It's bewitched." Terry whispered as if reading Harry mind. "Whatever the sky looks like outside, it will look like in here." It was hard to believe that was a ceiling, though with everything Harry had seen so far, it wasn't too overwhelming. Wonderful though. He actually started to wonder if they could do the same to his bedroom at the Dursley's place. At least then that cupboard under the staircase wouldn't feel so cramped.

For a few seconds, there was complete silence. That was when Terry nudged Harry again and pointed towards the hat. Focusing all his attention on it, Harry wondered what got Terry interested in it. That hat didn't seem like something he would care about. It looked old, possibly a few hundred years, it didn't look too well kept. Harry hadn't the slightest clue as to what was so special about it, until It twitched that is.

Harry jolted in fright, he could honestly say he wasn't expecting that, but then again he wasn't expecting the rip near the brim to become a mouth, so guess the look on Harry's face as it started to sing. Harry quickly pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. It wouldn't be the first time he dreamt of an object that was able to speak.

The other first years stared intensely at the hat. Some smiled and danced along, others stared with their jaws wide open, like Harry for example, and then there were those who just stared at the hat with little interest. There weren't many of those.

By the end of the song, the older student cheered with the hat bowed to each table for becoming still again. Meanwhile Harry dropped his shoulders and sighed in relief at the fact he only had to place the hat on. He didn't need to know a thing… just yet.

Professor McGonagall now stepped forward, standing between and a little to the side of the hat and the students, holding a long roll of parchment.

"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"

A young blond hair girl with pigtails was the first to go up, stumbling out of line and placing the hat one her head once she sat on the stool. The room went quiet for a second before the hat bellowed "HUFFLEPUFF!"

The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table, each one welcoming her with open arms.

The next person to go up was a young man named Shawn Banks. He sat patiently as the hat stayed silent. It took half a minute before the hat shouted "SLYTHERIN!" The table second to the right cheered with joy with the young boy slowly making his way there.

As the hat was lifted from his head, Harry couldn't help but notice a less than happy response. In fact, for a split second, Banks' eyes suggested pure dread. However, a quick second later, it completely disappeared as he made his way to the table, a bright smile crossing his face.

The next one to go up was placed in Hufflepuff, who also got the same welcome as the first did. After that Terry's name was called.

"Judgement day." Terry mused as he walked past Harry a cheerful smile on his face. Unlike the past three, Terry showed no fear, no worry. He walked calmly up to the stool. As the hat was placed on his head his cheerful features shifted into a frown though it only lasted a second. It took almost a minute, but the hat quickly shouted out his choice.

"RAVENCLAW!" Terry, surprising Harry, actually seemed pleased with the choice. It was weird considering Terry didn't want anything to do with Ravenclaw, but he was happy, even racing over and waving at the table that clapped and cheered his arrival. After a moment Harry just summed up that Terry was a nut and left it as that.

"Crap, I owe him a gallon." Anthony commented, eyeing the cheerful boy who glanced back with a playful smile, rubbing his hands together, suggesting he wants the money. Anthony just rolled his eyes and return to watching the sorting's. "Guess I'm going to Slytherin."

Harry only could stare at him in wonder. Everything he had heard stated that Slytherin were the bad guys and it was a true wonder why they taught them. Even the recent Dark Lord came from that House, but here's Anthony, who keeps on praising and wanting to be part of the house. He couldn't grasp the thought, the idea. His thoughts kept on leading him to the conclusion that wizards like conflicts and wars.

Several others name were called before Anthony's and when he finally sat down and placed the hat on, the hat instantly looked unpleasant, which was weird since Harry thought it couldn't even give a look. The hat's facial expression shifted constantly over the blonds head. The hat opened its mouth several times before shaking it head, dismissing the idea. It did this for two whole minutes, making Harry more anxious by the moment, before declaring his answer. "RAVENCLAW!"

Harry sighed, feeling relief at the enouncement. His friend didn't end up in Slytherin, he was a Ravenclaw like Terry…. Like Terry. Worry struck again, hitting harder than before. 'ANTHONY IS A RAVENCLAW!' Harry thought screamed as he watched Anthony make his way over to the table and slumping down in the sit beside Terry.

Don't get him wrong, he was glad Anthony ended up in Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin, but he was upset both his friends ended up in the same house. Now there was only one in four chances that he would end up being with them. To make matters worse, he could easily end up in Slytherin. What if he did? 'That can't happened, I have to be placed in Ravenclaw'

Several other kids went up and were sorted, one of them being Daphne Greengrass. At first Harry was excited hearing the name, his thoughts returning to the train. 'Maybe it won't be too bad, maybe she'll end up in one of the other houses; maybe I can be with her.' Those thoughts went down the drain instantly after a good thirty seconds. She was sorted into Slytherin.

Harry thought this was a mistake. She was so kind and sweet on the train, she couldn't be evil, she just couldn't. She could have been acting he guessed, trying to worm her way in. Harry doubted it, but Hagrid had told him they were evil so shouldn't it be true?

Or maybe Terry and Anthony were right. Maybe Slytherins aren't all bad. Maybe they can be good. Maybe… maybe being a Slytherin is a good thing. Maybe? Either way it didn't help Harry any less with his worries.

They were in the M's now. He knew his name would soon be called. Harry stared dreadfully at the hat as it barely even touch Malfoy's head and shouted out Slytherin. Five more people went and were sorted and just like that, it was Harry's turn.

"Potter, Harry." Harry body tensed as he heard his name. It didn't help any as people started to whisper.

"Potter, did she say?"

"The Harry Potter?"

Harry only heard this as he made his way up. He only stared forward, eyeing the hat that would decide his fate, trying to ignore the stares coming his way. He sat on the stool, and let the hat drop down on his head, covering his vision, which he was grateful for. After all, he didn't want to see those judging eyes.

"Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. "Let see. This is difficult. Yes, very difficult indeed." This didn't please Harry at all; thoughts ran through his mind as thoughts do. What could that mean? He quickly fell on the conclusion that the hat saw him unworthy to be sorted and be thrown out of Hogwarts immediately. The chuckling after those thoughts was less comforting. His heart actually skipped a beat, shocked that now a hat was laughing at him.

"Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, loyalty, my goodness, now that's interesting... So where shall I put you?" Harry sighed in relief his heart slowing down for the second knowing he wasn't being kicked out. "Just curiosity, hmm, quite driven aren't you…, Maybe Slytherin."

Harry stomach twirled and twisted at the word. Harry wasn't sure if being kicked out was so bad now. He wasn't evil, but if the hat says he belongs in Slytherin, wouldn't that mean he's at least a tagged evil? 'No. I'm not.' Harry thought as he shocked his head. It was at that moment Harry remembered Anthony and Terry's words.

'They're just misunderstood, not all Slytherin are bad.'

'There's honour being placed in that house.'

'It's good to be praised and acknowledged by your ambition, and cunning."

'It's… an honour to be placed in Slytherin.' Harry sighed, the tension in his body suddenly leaving. If the hat believes he should be placed in Slytherin then that is where he'll go. After all, it can't be too bad, even with Malfoy being in it. Harry opened his eyes and stared down at the four houses. Every student stared intensely at him, each on the edge of their seats, waiting for his house to be called.

He gazed over at Ravenclaw quickly spotting Terry and Anthony. Both of them sat in total silence as they waited for the hat to make its call, with Terry smiling like a fool, giving Harry two thumbs up while Anthony watched with interest.

"Maybe Gryffindor, yes, you'll have plenty of opportunities there." Harry frowned. If the hat says Slytherin or Gryffindor he will gladly take his seat with his new family but Harry hoped it didn't. He wanted to be with his friends and not Slytherin, or Gryffindor for that matter. He didn't care if Gryffindor is the house of great wizards, he wanted his friends.

"Not Slytherin or Gryffindor huh? You sound like a Hufflepuff to me… not there either…?" The hat asked, frightening Harry out of his thoughts. "To bad, you would have done well in any of those houses, you would have been great." Harry sighed in relief as the hat spoke those words. "So you want to be placed there…? You have some wisdom, more than someone at your age should possess, and you do have a keenness to learn. Very well, you could do well in… "RAVENCLAW!"

The Ravenclaws literally jumped out of their sets at the enouncement, cheering as Harry took off the hat and shakily walked towards his new cheerful family. Harry could hear Ravenclaws shout out his name for the whole hall to hear as he made his way across the hall to the over excited students. Several of the older students shocked his hand vigorously as he approached them. So distracted at the praise, Harry fail to notice he got the biggest cheer.

He took a seat between Terry and Anthony before suddenly flying over toward Terry as the dark haired boy got him in a head lock, giving him a friendly noogie before letting him go just as an older, blond haired Ravenclaw girl shocked his hands.

"Glad you're under our wings Potter." The girl said, greeting him with just polite and proper manners. "Come to me if you ever need any help." Harry nodded in response before looking over to the high table, now getting a better glance at it.

Hagrid was the first person Harry took notice of, it was hard to miss him with his size. The half-giant smiled at the young wizard, raising his glass to him in congregations before being distracted by the woman beside him. Harry's eyes then shifted to the old man who's silver hair shined as brightly as the ghosts as he stared intensely at Harry. He seemed to be calculating something in his head before realizing harry was staring and gave the young wizard a gentle nod and a smile.

Several other students were called after Harry. One of them being a girl named Lisa Turpin, who excitedly jumped to sit on the stool, place the hat on and stumbled right off in a matter of a minute. The second she and the hat landed on the floor the hat yelled "RAVENCLAW!" She then took the hat off and gave it to Professor McGonagall, though not before the hat could tell her something which made her laugh, a faint blush on her face. The Ravenclaws gladly greeted her as she made her way to them.

There were only two more after that, the boy Harry met at Kings Cross, Ron Weasley, who became a Gryffindor and Blaise Zabini who became a Slytherin. Once Zabini was with the Slytherins, McGonagall rolled up her list and took the hat away. That was when Dumbledore stood up.

He seemed pleased at the smiling faces as well as the blank and bored looks that stared back at him. It's like all he cared about was the faces in front of him this moment. It wouldn't surprise Harry if he did. He seemed to have a Grandfather vibe going for him, especially as he opened his arms as wide as possible as he started to speak.

"Welcome," He said, his voice booming across the large room. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"

He sat back down with a proud smile on his face. Everybody clapped and cheered, with Harry wondering if that was a wizard thing or if the Headmaster was just mad.

"Is he… a bit mad?" He asked carefully to Penelope Clearwater, the girl who shook his hand earlier, not knowing how she would react to his question.

"A bit mad?" Penelope questioned, a smile quickly forming as she suppressed a laugh. "They don't get much madder. But don't think little of him Harry, I assure you he's a genius, the Greatest wizard of modern time in fact. "

"Wow!" Harry looked back to the old wizard in admiration. 'The greatest wizard of modern time and he's here, teaching.' As if sensing the stare Dumbledore look over to the Ravenclaw table again, both his and Harry's eyes meeting.

Harry couldn't help but feel warm and safe as he stared into his eyes, the sparkles in his eyes shining brightly, almost out shining the smile that went with it. The old Wizard raised his cup to Harry in a toasting like manner before looking away as the teacher beside him got his attention. Harry didn't mind though he was still lost at the fact that Dumbledore, Dumbledore, had noticed him twice.

"Harry, if you don't eat, there won't be anything left for you." Anthony mused. "Not even leftovers thanks to that black hole beside you. "

"Hey! There'll be something left" Terry snapped back between bites. "I would have left a chicken leg or something."

Harry chuckled before looking down at the table, his eyes almost shooting out of their sockets at the sight of all the food. Though he first questioned how it got there without him noticing, he quickly ditched the thought, looking on amazedly at how much was there. He had never seen so much food before in one place, especially the variety that he could choose from.

Best thing of all none of the Dursleys were here to spoil the moment. Sure they never let him starve, much, but he never once felt the comfort of being full. As a blur Harry's arms flew across the table, grabbing a bit of everything. At that time no Ravenclaw dared put a hand in the way afraid they'll never see it again.

They did however watched with interest and disgust as Harry started to shove the food down his throat, actually making Terry look classy. Harry didn't even know he was being watched as he engulfed his mountain of food, not until he cleaned his plate that is. Once finished he took one looked up and blushed embarrassedly at the blank, paling faces of his housemates. Even the ghost seemed more pale than usual.

Harry's eyes quickly fell on the table as his felt his face heating up, trying to hide his embarrassment, wishing he was anywhere but there at the moment and cursing at how delicious the food was.

"And you thought I'll be the one to clear the table." Harry sunk beneath the table as he felt the heat rush down his entire body. Terry wasn't helping with his laughter.

Once everyone was finished eating their dinner the food faded away, disappearing from sight and leaving sparkling clean plates in their absence. It was like it wasn't even there, just an illusion, or trick of the mind. A moment later dessert appeared, having every kind of flavour of ice cream and cakes spread throughout the table.

Harry eyes sparkled with delight. He rarely ever had dessert, and he barely ever had a choice of what he could get. He wasn't sure where to begin, as for the other Ravenclaws seated around him seemed too afraid to. This instantly brought back the blush on Harry face.

After everyone grabbed what they wanted, the Ravenclaws relaxing as Harry refined himself to a treacle tart, Ravenclaw started to chat among themselves. Harry could hear some were talking about classes, while others were telling those nearest to them about what they'd done, discovered or blew up over the holidays.

Only the first years were different. He could hear a few of them talking a little ahead of him. He couldn't hear everything that they said, but he did hear football and comics being mentioned with a snicker saying "He's definitely a Muggleborn." Harry instantly knew what that meant. There was a first year that was like him, someone who thought magic was only in stories. It brought some relief knowing he wasn't the only one in Ravenclaw.

He looked over the table quickly spotting the Muggleborn. It was quite easy; he just needed to look for the sandy brunette that was holding a comic book of Doctor Strange, claiming he would one day be as great as him.

Many of the Ravenclaws laughed at the boy's antics. Harry didn't though, it seemed possible enough.

During the talking, Harry noticed a dark skin girl, sitting beside Terry seemed uncomfortable. Harry could relate, he was in a room full of people that knew his name while he knew nothing of them, not even their world, other than it exists. Terry seemed to bring a small smile to her face though as he laughed, told jokes and nudged her shoulder once and awhile.

Noticing Harry's stare, Terry quickly sat back a bit giving Harry a clear glance at the girl. Like all of the others, she was dressed in school robes, her hair pulled back, waving down her head with a bit of it going over her shoulders. She actually look really cute with her shyness, especially when she noticed Harry staring and quickly look down at the table.

"Harry meet Padma, she's an old friend of mine." Terry said before turning to Padma. "This is Harry, a bit of a nutter, but an okay person."

'I'm a bit of a nutter?' Was Harry's first thought, his left eyes twitching at the mention.

"H-hello... nice to meet you." Padma replied, her voice so soft harry barely heard her over the commotion of the Great Hall.

"Nice to meet you too, Padma." After that Harry, Terry and Padma started to chat about almost anything. Okay, Harry and Terry chatted with Padma, nodding, smiling, a little bit of laughter and a comment here and there. All in all, it was still a good night. Well, it was until a girl named Lisa ran over to Harry, getting all excited of actually getting to meet him before tripping over her own feet spilling the glass of water she had in her on Harry.

After that, there was a lot of laughter, most pointed at him. Lisa, apologize, but Harry shrugged off saying it was nothing; he actually wanted to say something but the girl seemed sweet and it was only an accident. Terry helped a little, in other words telling Lisa he was due for a bath. That seemed to bring a laugh out of her.

HP

After dinner, the houses all went to their respective dorms. At first Harry couldn't wait to see his new home, where he was going to live the next seven years. That quickly changed though once he realized how big a walk it was.

Taking a long walk to the west side and then going up a spiral staircase wasn't the first thing Harry had in mind after a large meal. It seemed almost like a form of punishment.

"Are you sure you're gonna make it Harry?" Terry teased beside him. Harry shot him a glare and was about to say something when he noticed Penelope suddenly stopped at a door. Harry looked at it closely finding it strange that it didn't have a doorknob or keyhole, but a bronze knocker in the shape of an eagle.

"Which came first, the phoenix, or the flame?" The eagle asked, shocking Harry. 'Does every object talk in this world?'

"A circle has no beginning." Penelope replied without a moment of pause. Harry didn't fully understand the answer, surely something came first, but the eagle seemed satisfied, which was enough for the young wizard as the door swang opened.

Suddenly all the first years erupted into the tower, Harry include, all wanting to see the pride of Ravenclaw for themselves. First entering, Harry was amazed yet again at the circular room decorated with a midnight blue carpet. Unlike the rest of the castle Harry had the pleasure to walk through, Ravenclaw Common room was airy, a cool breeze coming through the arched windows. There were several of them in the room, each hung with blue and bronze silk curtains, keeping to its colour code.

What harry really love though was the domed ceiling painted with stars. It wasn't as cool as the Great Hall, but it still beat his old room under the staircase.

Penelope had quickly told the first years of their sleeping arrangements as well as actually giving them a manual, that might as well have been a encyclopaedia, of all the things Ravenclaws must know. For example, how you can't get in to the common room without answering the knocker.

That defiantly wasn't pleasant to hear and not just for Harry. He noticed the eerie looks that were passed around a few of the first years. On the bright side, Harry wasn't the only one fearing the possibility of being left out of his own dorm.

Penelope left after that letting the first years do as they please. Many just went to their dorm room to claim the beds. Harry and Terry though thought they'd test out the furniture, Harry because he already just walked up a flight of stairs and his stomach wasn't happy with him and Terry was just lazy.

"Rules, what to know, Ravenclaw history, how to be a proud Ravenclaw, how Ravenclaws present themselves outside of the common room. You know with all this, I wouldn't be surprised if there's a 'how Ravenclaws must use the toilet' chapter in here." Terry said sitting on the desk, one foot on the chair, the other on the desk with him, using his raised leg to hold his book as he flipped through the pages. "Who would honestly read this right Harry…, Harry?"

Terry raised his head in the direction of the young wizards with a rise eyebrow, watching the young boy actually reading the book. Harry, taking note of the stare looked up with a sheepish smile.

"You're actually reading this?" Terry asked, staring in disbelief as Harry slowly nodded his head. "Why?"

"Because I lived with Muggles all my life and need all the help I can get." Harry replied, though in reality he just wanted to make sure he didn't embarrass himself among the other Ravenclaws. The last thing he wanted was his new family treat him like his old ones.

"Come on Harry, me and Anthony already told you, many were in the same situation as you and just because wizards like me know about magic doesn't mean we're going to be great, it doesn't mean we're going to be good. In fact I could be the worst wizard in our year."

"I know, I know, doesn't really help though." Harry replied glancing down at the book again, his eyes suddenly lighten up. "Hey did you know wolfsbane and aconite were the same plant?" Terry just face palmed.

The two Ravenclaws continue to talk for a while, luckily enough for Terry he eventually got Harry away from the book and actually in a normal conversation. They ended up telling stories of their world. Harry was very fascinated listening to every one of Terry's words which, was quite obvious at the fact that he was sitting on the edge of his seat as Terry told stories of how his cousin taught him how to fly on a broom. He also told him the time he and his cousins were chased by a displeased Abraxan, which Terry explained was a winged horse.

Harry asked what they had done to anger the horse, which Terry told him he had jumped off his broom and onto its back, startling it before pulling on its ears. The horse apparently chased after them all the way back home.

"Mum and Dad weren't pleased." Terry laughed holding his side, almost falling off the desk. "What about you Harry, what did you do for fun with the muggles? Oh, did you ever wrestle a crocodile?"

"Um, no." He replied, the childish smile suddenly vanishing. "I used to read a lot, or watch football."

"Football? Muggles use feet as balls?" Terry asked nudging his head to the side, puzzled and a little grossed out by the thought. Harry shook his head, about to clear it up when a young sandy haired Ravenclaw, the one Harry noticed at dinner was a Muggleborn, stepped in.

"No, football is a game where you kick a ball around with it only touching your feet, head and chest, unless you're the goalie who can use their hands, but the players usually just use their feet. Hench football."

"Oh okay." Terry nodded, with hand under his chin in understanding. "Now who are you?"

"Oh right, I'm Kevin, Kevin Entwhistle, I'm a Mug-gle...born. That's it, I'm a Muggleborn." Kevin introduced himself out stretching his hand with a smile.

"Already noted." Terry chuckled taking the Boy's hand. "Terry Boot and this is my friend Harry."

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." Kevin replied shaking Harry hands as well. "I already heard much about you Mr Potter, the boy who defeat You-Know-Who, the pleasure is all mine."

'Mr Potter?' Harry thought, taken back by the formerly. "Just call me Harry." Kevin smile grew twice the size then. He actually looked like he wanted to squeal.

"Harry, I was wonder if I could ask you a favour?" Harry nudged his head to the side curiously. No one had ever asked him a favour before, especially someone he just met. It was kind of weird. But of course Harry nodded his head. "I was wondering…. If I can be your sidekick!"

"My WHAT?!"

AN: That's it for this chapter, hoped you enjoyed it. If you have any question please asked away though keep in mind I won't give away spoilers. Chapter three will be out on the 22nd of June. Hope to hear and see you again. Shadowwolf547 out.