The Chances Of That
Hats, boats and heads
Dominique Weasley sat in one of the school's Thestral drawn carriages with Ruby, Cassidy and Molly – all the Gryffindor girls together. She desperately tried with all her might to stop her self laughing at her cousin Molly, who sat facing her with a stony face. They hadn't even reached the school yet and Molly had already screamed at Fred and James. Molly was dependable to shout at them, no matter how small the prank. Normally Dominique wouldn't have found her cousin's usual bout of shouting to funny – only worth a small snigger at most - no it was why she was shouting at them which made Dominique perch on the edge of bursting out into hysterical laughter.
The frantic way that Molly had tried to escape from the swamp made her look like a cat trying to get out of a bath, it was enough to reduce even Professor McGonagall to at least a chuckle. But the cherry on top of it all, that made Dominique nearly cry with laughter, was Alex Stoneman. Dominique knew she put up with all his flirting and immaturity for a reason, and here was the proof. He'd started of small with comments like "I think you're a little wet there Weasley." Normally this would've caused Molly to give him a disdainful look before striding of in the opposite direction, however with no viable way to storm off and her anger at it's peak she'd reacted so much more intensely after every silly remark. Alex of course loved that he was getting a reaction so carried on; every comment was getting her worked up more and more. Alex, who had been bearing a massive smirk on his face, decided that after about ten minutes of annoying her verbally, it was time to exaggerate everything she was doing. He started wiggling around like an eel while he pulled a face that made him look like he'd swallowed a box of U-NO-POOs. This had caused Ruby and Cassidy to erupt in peals of laughter. Dominique thought she should be more supportive of her cousin when she was in this dire situation didn't join in with their mirth - interrupt as: she didn't want to get caught laughing by Molly and face her wrath. When Molly had eventually rid herself of the sticking charm she stormed off – Dominique presumed she was going to find Fred and James to relieve her anger – Alex twisted his head in the opposite direction and stuck his nose snootily in the air. This caused (along with the absence of her cousin) Dominique's tinkering laugh to join her fellow Gryffindor's laughter.
After ten minutes of trying to reign in their laughter they were freed by the head boy as he walked along the train vanishing the swamp has he went; he looked thoroughly exasperated with the trio's trick. So after Alex went back to wherever he came from and Molly returned to get changed into her robes they found themselves in that carriage. All - except one - trying for the life of them not to so much as snigger. Eventually Dominique couldn't contain it any longer and burst into a fit of laughter. She'd probably pay for it dearly but she really couldn't help it.
"Firs' years! Firs' Years over here!" Hagrid's voice boomed over the din of the station. "All right you two, enjoy yeh holidays?" Hagrid asked Rosie and Al as they hurried over to Hagrid. They both grinned at him and nodded. He beamed back at them and continued calling the rest of the first years over. Scorpius sent Al and Rose a questioning look, pondering how they happened to be on speaking terms with the humongous man when Scorpius found he wouldn't be able to squeak a sentence to the intimidating giant.
"Family friend," Rose said, correctly interpreting Scorpius' gaze. The rest of their year joined them shortly.
"Everyone here? Righ' follow me." Hagrid called to the sea of eleven year olds. Hagrid turned around and walked down a thin, muddy track. The rest of the year flocked after him. The path inclined as they trudged along causing them to slip and fall in the dying light.
"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a mo'," Hagrid rounded a bend in the trail. Al was the first to round the corner.
"Wow," Al whispered in awe of the looming castle. The sprawling building greeted Scorpius and Rose's eyes as they caught up with Al – he'd stopped to take in the building that would be his home for the next seven years – it captured Rose's imagination straight away. The turrets were begging for long blonde locks draped out of them for a prince to climb up like that story her mum used to read to her when she was tucking Rose in at night. Rose could almost see King Arthur and his knights bursting out of the huge front doors. Scorpius stopped to gaze at Hogwarts as well. Intimidating. That was the only word Scorpius could think of as his eyes took in the whole fortress. His gaze lingered slightly on the dungeons. He refused to make the same mistakes his father had made in his time. The first step was breaking the chain of Malfoy Slytherins. He tore his eyes away from Hogwarts to look at Al and Rose. Maybe it won't be too bad he thought to himself. I already know Al and Rose, they weren't that fussed about my last name. What if it won't matter? What if I actually make friends? He smiled as he looked at Al and Rose. He doubted they knew how much it had meant when they let him into their compartment and actually talked to him, they didn't even recoil when he said who he was. But then again he had been rejected by at least five different people before finding the pair of them. You really are such a pessimist, a voice in his head reprimanded him. It's not all doom and gloom you should try being happy. Not sure if you've heard of it before.
Shut up I know how to be happy obviously. You try being a Malfoy and see how you like it! He argued back to his internal voice
I'm you dip-shit! Grow a backbone; people are going to accept you. Merlin, do you even think about me when you get all moody and life is so unfair on poor little me? I have to listen to you moaning on to you know! Scorpius was starting to get really annoyed with his brain. Why wouldn't he just shut up?
Yeah well you don't have to listen, just tune out or something.
Believe it or not I don't have an off button, anyway you're the one imaging me up. If you're so annoyed try making me a little cherub then! What's that, no you can't 'coz I'm here to stop you getting all woe-is-me every freaking day. You know I'm right obviously because your me, or am I you? Hmmm… anyway your argument is invalid! Scorpius had to give it to himself that he did put up a good argument. A hand waved in front of his face. He blinked and shook his head. He came out of his stupor to see Rose Weasley grinning at him.
"You zoned out for a bit there. Are you okay?" She asked.
"Internal arguments do that to me," he grinned back at her.
"Ah yes that stupid voice does get maddening," she laughed as the two made their way over to the pack of students. Rose scanned them trying to find Al in their midst as he'd gone on without them so the three of them could get a boat together. She spotted his messy hair near Hagrid's elbow, but decided she would let him catch up with Hagrid – they hadn't seen each other in ages.
"So what were you arguing about?" she looked at Scorpius' face to see his lips pull up into a half-smile.
"Just what Hogwarts is going to be like," he said.
"It's going to be epic!" Rose exclaimed. She had no idea why he was having an argument about Hogwarts but she knew when they settled in it was going to be great, her dad had really helped her calm down and let her vivacious personality shine through. "I bet it'll be dead fun. Just imagine all the opportunities for trouble!" her eyes started shining. "Of course you and Al will get dragged into it as well, I have a habit of doing that with people. The messes I've got Al into… There's quidditch as well! I'm going to try out for the team next year, I've never been great but it would be supermegafoxyawesomehot if I got in!" She grinned to herself, her eyes dancing with anticipation for when she finally got into Hogwarts. Scorpius found himself caught up in her excitement and was actually looking forward to getting to Hogwarts. It was a first.
They eventually caught up with the rest of the group, their voices still babbled on about Hogwarts – though Rose's voice was most prominent – They came to a stop near a vast lake.
"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid boomed over the quiet expanse. All the first years scrabbled to a boat. Rose and Scorpius found Al by himself in a boat. They both toppled into it landing ungracefully at the bottom. Scorpius got up laughing and held a hand out to Rose to help her up. She gratefully accepted chuckling herself and they sat down on the wooden bench facing Al.
"What did Hagrid get up to then?" Rose asked Al as she moved about on the cold seat trying to get comfortable.
"He's still trying to get Grawp a girlfriend! He spent most of his time abroad trying to convince one of them to come back. Somehow none of them did," Al said shaking his head. Rose lapsed back into the chuckles she had just finished.
"Ah, Hagrid," she said fondly. "He always provides entertainment. Do you remember that time he brought a niffler to our house, I don't think I've ever seen something so funny especially when mum started shouting. But I don't think McGonagall would've been to impressed if Hagrid had managed to bring back a giantess," she finished smirking at the thought of McGonagall's reaction. Al smirked too, the headmistress put up with a lot of things for Hagrid but even she would've been pushed over the edge when she found the extra giant wandering round Hogwarts. As Rose and Al chortled a timid looking girl approached their boat. She bit her lip nervously as she hid her face in her wavy brown hair. Her face peeked out from the curtains, her features were average – just another face seen in a crowd to be quickly scanned over but never remembered.
"D-do you mind if I-I sit here?" She stuttered, shifting her weight from one foot to another nervously.
"Sure, go for it," Al smiled warmly at the girl. This caused a small blush to highlight her cheeks as she took in his appearance and made the obvious connection to Harry Potter.
"Thanks," she smiled hesitantly at him.
"So what's your name?" Rose asked as the girl climbed into the boat.
"Heather. Heather Addlington," she said. "I already know your names though. It's a bit hard not to," she smiled shyly at them, her large hazel eyes drifted down to the boats base. "You're Albus Potter, Rose Weasley and Scorpius Malfoy right? It's a bit hard not to know who you are with your parents in the press so often," she glanced up at them.
"Yeah. I suppose we won't really have to introduce ourselves to often," Al ran his hand through his hair. He'd never really 'embraced' the attention from the media as James had
"Sorry, it must be annoying for you. Everyone knows you, your family and probably every pet you've ever had, yet you don't know them at all," Heather looked up at the three of them. "I'd never be able to go through that, but that's just me I guess," her mouth tugged up into a half-smile.
"It does get unbearable at times," Scorpius smiled at Heather, wondering if she was always this insightful.
"Righ' everyone in? Okay FORWARD," Hagrid roared at the little fleet. The quartet found themselves sliding along the benches as the boat was propelled forward. Al and Scorpius grabbed the seat to stop them from slipping backwards. Al caught Heather to stop her crushing him and Scorpius did the same with Rose.
"Well that was fun," Rose said happily as Scorpius let go of her. Scorpius rolled his eyes at her but felt a grin spread across his face. Al released Heather as well. Heather immediately hid her face behind her hair to cover her vivid red face. As they crossed the lake the quartet chatted amiably to each other. They started to relax round each other as Rose and Al told Scorpius and Heather stories of there past misdemeanours that had them all in stitches. The castle inched closer and closer as the convoy sailed through the water.
"Mind yer heads!" Hagrid called to the first years as they reached cliff. They all ducked obediently and passed through the curtain of ivy and into the cave. The boats docked in the underground harbour. The first years climbed out of the boats. When they'd all managed to get out Hagrid set off up the staircase. The rest of the group trailed after him following the light of his lamp. They eventually reached the top of the stairs. Al was quite surprised to find himself outside and standing on a patch of grass. Hagrid led them to the huge oak doors that Rose had pictured knights bursting out of. He raised his giant fist and knocked on the door three times with a resounding boom.
Louis Weasley was laughing with his mates in a Thestral drawn carriage. They were reliving the prank the second year trio had just played. Louis always found the trio hilarious when they got together at school and often encouraged them – much to his sister's disapproving glare she gave him every time Louis gave them yet another idea – though he never got in trouble himself. He was too clever to get involved with the trio's exuberant plans that often landed them in detentions. His Ravenclaw trained mind just came up with the initial ideas but kept him from participating. He was quite proud of the trio though, if he said so himself. All Louis had done was say no one had ever done anything on the express in passing and they'd done all that! He was actually surprised that he was the only Ravenclaw Weasley.
"Do you think Victoire's really going out with Teddy?" Jack asked Louis.
"Yes it was a bit hard to miss when they've been sneaking off all summer together and that minor fact Teddy told my dad he's dating my sister," Louis said. He glanced up at his two friends Jack Thomas and Paul Smith to see that their faces held far too much disappointment for Louis' liking.
"Merlin, she is my sister you know," he sighed in exasperation.
"Yeah but she's hot," Paul shrugged his shoulders as if that made everything okay.
"No she's not! But even if she was do you really think I'd want to know about it?" Louis asked, shaking his head.
"She's way hot, she's part Veela," Paul muttered to himself.
"Yeah well, it'd be creepy anyway for one of you to go out with Victoire," Louis said.
"So is Dominique free?" Jack asked slyly. Louis groaned in frustration.
"No! None of my sisters are free, okay. Nor shall they ever be to you two. They are off-limits, look here's the on and off-limits line," Louis said, drawing an imaginary line with his finger. " They are so off-limits they are a tiny dot to you," Louis finished and glared up at his two friends. They stared at him for a minute before they burst out laughing.
"They are a dot to you," Paul spluttered out between his hysterical laughing.
"Oh Merlin, we've got to use his sisters again," Jack gasped for breath as he clutched his sides.
"Harumph," Louis glared at the carriage floor and made a mental note to never get riled up again. "I don't know what you two find so funny, I was just doing my brotherly duties," Louis stuck his nose up in the air. This just caused Jack and Paul to laugh even harder; soon they had tears in their eyes.
"Brotherly duties," Paul repeated.
"He's three years younger than Victoire!" Jack finished, raising a hand for Paul to high-five. Louis continued to give them both death stares as Paul smacked his hand against Jack's. Louis spent the rest of the journey in silence as his two supposed friends cackled away.
Al, Heather, Scorpius and Rose stood in a line as they waited for the doors to open, each one of them staring straight ahead for their first glimpse of what Hogwarts was really like. The doors swung open to reveal Al and Rose's uncle Neville. His round face was a light shade of red and he was taking deep breaths. Al guessed he'd forgotten about them – it would be so like uncle Neville to do that. But it was his first year as deputy head so Al wasn't really expecting anything else.
"The firs' years, Professor Longbottom," Hagrid said. Rose started a bit at this, it was going to be really weird calling her uncle Neville Professor Longbottom.
"Thanks Hagrid," Neville smiled at the gigantic man. "All right everyone follow me." He turned on his heel and walked off into the entrance hall. Heather had never seen anything like it. Her shoes tapped over the immense stone floor as she scurried after Professor Longbottom as her eyes took in the multitude of flaming brackets on the wall. They all threw a glowing, flickering light around the hall, yet the glow didn't quite reach the high ceiling that was immersed in darkness. The huge marble staircase glinted in the firelight catching Heather's eye. The white marble steps ascended into the castle and unknown. Hundreds of voices floated to Heather's ears from the large doors to the right as she took in the castle. The whole school was buzzing in anticipation for the sorting hat and feast that were to come.
Professor Longbottom led them to an empty room next to the doors that concealed the rest of the school.
"Right, welcome to Hogwarts!" Professor Longbottom said cheerily (deciding to ignore the slight green hue most of the first years had). "We're about to go into the Great Hall to join the rest of the school, but before you sit down with them we'll have the sorting ceremony. The sorting ceremony is when you get sorted into a house, either: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Slytherin. Each of these houses has a grand and noble history that has produce many fine witches and wizards in the past. While you are at Hogwarts your house will become your adopted family. There are separate common rooms for you to relax in, dormitories to sleep in, classes to have and dinners to share with your house. There is also a points system here at Hogwarts as well, you gain points for your house with good behaviour and loose them for any rule breaking," his eyes lingered on Rose and Al. "At the end of the year the house cup will be awarded to the house with the most points. The sorting ceremony will begin in a few minutes so if you want to smarten up now would be the time," Professor Longbottom grinned at them all before sweeping out of the room and into the Great Hall.
Al nervously tried to flatten his unruly hair to no avail while Rose tied her ginger 'Granger hair' into a ponytail in an attempt to control it. Scorpius fiddled with his robes as Heather stood there taking in long deep breaths trying in vain to calm herself down.
"It's just a hat, it's just a hat, it's just a hat," Rose murmured to herself as she paced up and down in front of Heather, Scorpius and Al.
"We'll all be fine. Just relax it's going to happen if we want it to or not, so what's the point in getting worried?" Scorpius asked the little group. He had stopped fiddling with his robes and adopted a 'what will be will be' attitude. If he hadn't, Scorpius thought he might've broken down into hysterics. Professor Longbottom walked back into the room.
"The sorting ceremony is about to start," He said before ushering the students out into the entrance hall. "Okay form a line please," he instructed them. After a lot of shifting about the first years managed something that looked vaguely straight. Professor Longbottom opened the halls that lead into the Great Hall and marched in. The line scurried after him. As the group entered the hall many people gasped as they looked up at the ceiling. The full moon shone down on them as they proceeded through the hall. Four long tables stretched out for nearly the length of the hall, the golden plates and goblets glinted from the light of thousands of candles that hovered above their heads. At the far left hand side the Gryffindors were chatting and laughing raucously, the table next to them was filled with Hufflepuff who were grinning broadly and chatting. The next table belonged to Ravenclaw who were already comparing homework assignments, and the table at the far right hand side of the hall belonged to the Slytherins they chatted among themselves occasionally laughing quietly. At the top of the great hall a fifth table stood. Professor McGonagall peered over her spectacles at the new students entering her school. At her place at the head of the table she had an excellent view at the future prefects, heads and troublemakers.
The first years congregated at the bottom of the house tables in-between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Professor Longbottom flicked his wand and a black, mangy, old hat appeared on top of a battered stool. Rose took a deep breath in as she gazed at the object that would dictate a massive proportion of her life in school. As she continued to stare at the pointed hat the whole hall went entirely silent. A rip near its brim appeared that opened wider and wider until it represented something like a mouth. Then the old hat burst out into song:
I may be burnt and tatty,
But don't judge me by my aesthetic,
Put me on your head and see,
I'm not at all pathetic,
In fact you won't find a better hat than me.
You can keep your flat cap,
Or beanies, bowlers and top hats,
And all that other pap,
For none have the intelligence of me.
Let me look inside your head,
To see what qualities you possess,
And I'll lead you to the right path to tread,
Whether it be with Gryffindor,
Where those with brave hearts dwell,
The house of courage and gallantry,
Though the house of mischief may ring a bell.
Perhaps Hufflepuff will be your route,
Where they have loyalty beyond compare,
The house of kindness and patience,
Who could never be unfair.
If not, what about Ravenclaw,
Where those with sharp minds love a good debate,
The house of knowledge and quick wit
Ignorance is their only hate.
Or maybe your road will turn to Slytherin,
Who use cunning to keep themselves intact,
The house of ambition and power,
And determination which is a lesser known fact.
So come put me on your noggin,
After I end my song,
To see which house you belong in,
But now I fear I've gone on too long.
The hall erupted with applause as the hat finished and bowed to the four house tables. Professor Longbottom then took a long roll of parchment from his pocket and stood next to the hat.
"When I call your name sit on the stool to be sorted," he said as he reached over to the hat and lifted it off the stool, "Addlington, Heather."
Heather had never felt so nervous in her life as she walked up to the stool on shaking legs. She hesitantly sat down and felt Professor Longbottom place the hat on her head.
"Hmmmm let me see, let me see," a small voice in her ear said. "Definitely not cunning enough to be in Slytherin, not enough academic drive to be in Ravenclaw. So Hufflepuff or Gryffindor seems to be the question. Quite a lot of bravery but your loyalty does out weigh that so it better be HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat shouted the last word to the entire school. The middle table burst out into applause as Heather tripped over to the bench, blushing furiously in the process. She slipped into a seat next to a second year and a fat ghost started up a conversation with her, the pearly ghost never stopped smiling the entire time. Rose, Al and Scorpius clapped for their new friend, though they weren't too enthusiastic seeing as none of them wanted to get into Hufflepuff.
"Brown, Steven."
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat yelled after a moment's deliberation. Steven got up to join the rest of his house and Heather, they cheered loudly as he joined their ranks.
"Cavendale, Basil."
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat shouted as soon as it touched Basil's head. He scurried off to sit next to Steven.
"Cericle, Shauna."
"RAVENCLAW!" Shauna grinned broadly as she walked over to her house.
"Cynth, Lauren."
"SLYTHERIN!" The hat roared. She smiled as she walked over to the end the table as the first Slytherin.
As the rest of the first years got sorted Scorpius found himself getting increasingly nervous, his relaxed state slowly started to disintegrate as the J's began to get sorted. By the time it got to the last L he was willing himself not to puke up.
"Malfoy, Scorpius."
Scorpius walked forward trembling like a leaf. Mutters followed him up to the stool.
"Malfoy, as in the Malfoys?"
"Bet he'll be in Slytherin just like his death eater family."
Scorpius swallowed as Professor Longbottom placed the hat on his head, obscuring his eyes.
"Ah, another Malfoy it better be SLY-" The hat stopped half way through its shout, causing whispers to echo around the hall.
"But you're not like them are you? No you've got a good brain worthy of Ravenclaw but bravery as well, and Merlin knows you're going to need that standing up to your Grandfather. And what have we here? A little talent for trouble well now there's no doubt, you'd better be in GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted to the silent hall. Scorpius felt a huge grin form on his face as he leapt off the stool. He didn't receive any applause at first as the whole school tried to figure out how it was even possible for a Malfoy to be a Gryffindor, it had never happened. Slowly the Gryffindor table started clapping and before Scorpius knew what was happening they were roaring their approval. Scorpius slipped into the seat next to Marcus. He grinned broadly, feeling immensely relieved. Al and Rose clapped and whistled for Scorpius, Rose now had proof she was right not to judge him. Heather joined in the applause as well, even though she was a bit rueful of the hats choice.
The hall settled down and the sorting continued; now it was Al's turn to feel the pressure. As Mary Philips was called up Al turned a vibrant shade of green.
"Potter, Albus."
Al stumbled up to the hat and just like with Scorpius whispers followed him, but of a different tone.
"So he's Harry Potters son."
"Aw he looks exactly like Harry, cute!"
Al rolled his eyes at the last comment, he always thought people like that were such idiots but after eleven years of it he wasn't that bothered anymore. He sat down on the stool as the hat slipped onto his head. Anything but Slytherin, Anything but Slytherin. Al repeated in his head before the sorting hat could say anything. He heard it chuckle in his ear.
"Stop worrying, you wouldn't be suited to Slytherin anyway," the hat reassured him. "Now I don't think you'd do well in Ravenclaw, I have a feeling you'll be spending too much time in detention to focus on your studies. Hufflepuff could be an option; you are loyal. However you have definitely inherited your father's courage. Yes the right house for you is GRYFFINDOR!" Al beamed as Neville lifted off the hat. He almost floated down to the Gryffindor table. The Gryffindors clapped and whooped as Al sat down opposite Marcus, grinning at Scorpius as they high-fived each other across the table.
"Knew I'd see you here!" James shouted down the table at Al. Al just gave James a sceptical look in reply.
Rose cheered for Al as he walked to the Gryffindor table. But now she was left by herself, which definitely didn't help her nerves. She stared to pick at her robes as the sorting processed at a ridiculously fast speed. How were they already on the Ts? She took deep calming breaths.
"Weasley, Rose."
Rose wobbled up to the stool and for the third time whispers spread across the hall.
"How many Weasleys are there?"
"She's the daughter of Ron and Hermione right? Bet she's clever."
Rose bit here lip nervously as the hat was lowered over her eyes.
"Another Weasley, you lot breed like rabbits! Right, Ravenclaw or Gryffindor? You've got your mother's mind but both of their bravery. Oh a bit of your uncle George in there as well I see, the third mischief-maker today! Well you'll all get along famously, so it will be GRYFFINDOR!" Rose skipped over to the Gryffindor table as the house cheered deafeningly. She grinned at her family as she slid into the seat opposite Scorpius.
The sorting ceremony finished with Sue Ying and Professor Longbottom rolled up the scroll of parchment and vanished the hat and stool. Professor McGonagall rose to her feet and surveyed the school.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts. I'm sure you'll find this year just as exciting and challenging! But for now you need replenishing!" She said. The hall clapped as she sat back down again. It stopped quickly as the food appeared on the plates. The school quickly dug in. As Rose was biting into a chicken leg the ghost with a ruff floated down to the Gryffindor first years.
"Congratulations on getting into Gryffindor!" he smiled merrily. "I'm the Gryffindor house ghost: Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at your service."
"Hang on, aren't you Nearly Headless Nick? My mum told me about you," Kevin Patil said.
"Some call me that, but I really prefer my title Sir Nich-"
"How can you be nearly headless?" Sarah Flanagan asked. Nearly Headless Nick sighed deeply. He grabbed his ear and pulled on it causing his head to part with his neck. However a small layer of skin and sinews kept his head from completely leaving his body. Rose felt slightly sick looking at the severed bone and muscles on his neck. Nearly Headless Nick pushed his head back onto his neck and readjusted his ruff.
"You have no idea how many times I've had to do that," he sighed. "But as I was saying, welcome to Gryffindor! If you need any help just look for me and try your hardest to win house points so we can get the cup again!" he smiled at them again before gliding off to talk to Victoire.
"Well that was … interesting," Rose said. The rest of the feast past uneventfully as they stuffed themselves on the delectable cooking. Eventually the food vanished from the plates and Professor McGonagall stood up again.
"I hope you enjoyed the feast but now is the time for the start-of-term notices. Firstly Mr Filch has reminded me to tell you that no magic is to be used in the corridors and the sizeable list of banned objects are available to see on his door. Also no one is allowed in the Forbidden Forest, it's got that name for a reason! Lastly if anyone from second year and up would like to try out for the Quidditch team speak to your head of house to put your name down for it. But now your beds await, first years follow your house's prefects," Professor McGonagall finished. Chatter filled the air as everyone got up to head to their dormitories. The Gryffindor first years stood up and waited as the prefects came over to herd them up to the common room. They climbed up the marble staircase in the entrance hall and through sliding panels as well as staircases that couldn't decide where they wanted to stay. Nobody took much notice of all this as they dragged their feet up the path to the common room. Finally the group reached a painting of a slightly obese woman in a pink dress.
"Password?" She asked.
"Rugiet Leo," one of the prefects answered confidently. The painting bowed her head and swung open revealing a cosy round room with a roaring fire and comfy furniture, all of which were scarlet.
"Girls dormitories are to the left and boys are to the right," a prefect informed them. The first years dragged themselves up to their correct dormitories after saying a sleepy goodnight to the other gender. They found their beds and changed out of their robes in a daze. Every single one of them fell asleep the moment their head touched the pillow.
A/N: Sorry I've messed around with this chapter a lot after i uploaded it - but honestly there was a plot reason for doing so, as you will find out after what promises to be quite a long time at the rate my writings going :/
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