A/N: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone in a Nutshell. At least for the first few chapters that is. Nothing really belongs to me, as this is only a fanfiction. Everything belongs to JKR. Enjoy-CCG

Chapter Six

Getting Started

Harry's gated never stuck to one place. Not during the boat ride, this was handled by Rubeus Hagrid, or during the sorting ceremony. Out of all the students he only watched a few get sorted. The Fawcett girl was sorted into Ravenclaw, much to Ron's pleasure. Gryffindor received Hermione, Ron groaned at this.

Harry's eye began to drift after that, to the teacher's table. He noticed a teacher sitting next to Professor Quirrell, staring at him. He had greasy black hair, beady black eyes, and a long nose. Harry wondered what his problem was. His scar began to tingle and he rubbed at his forehead. That had never happened before.

"Malfoy, Draco!" The deputy headmistress called out. Harry's head snapped over to the blonde. Before the hat could even touch his head it called out "Slytherin!"

"There's never been a witch or wizard who went bad, wasn't in Slytherin." Ron whispered. Harry figured that, that was on exaggeration, but didn't comment on the matter. It was his turn.

"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione asked.

Harry lifted his head and nodded. He had the biggest headache. 'You'll do well in Slytherin' the hat had told him. He shook his head, he'd also be judged harshly in Slytherin. Did that make him a coward?

"He's probably just hungry, I know I am." Ron stared at the teachers' table.

"When is the feast going to start?"

"All that food you had on the train and still hungry?" Hermione asked skeptically.

"I'm a growing boy."

"On the verge of obesity." Hermione muttered.

"Mind your own business."

Harry rubbed his temples. "Who's that teacher talking to Prof. Quirrell?"

"That there is Snape." Fred answered or maybe it was George… "Potion Prof."

"Silly git, head of Slytherin house, and is always favoring the wankers." George added.

Harry nodded, maybe all Slytherin were evil.

The meal came after Dumbledore made a few announcements. To Harry, he seemed like an odd old man.

The feast was delicious and the people and ghosts he met, funny. Nearly headless Nick was quite the character. He wondered how anyone could be nearly headless. When he found out, he wished he hadn't asked.

"This is the common room." Percy announced

After the feast, all the Perfects were assigned to guiding the first years. "The first year boy dorms are upstairs to your left, the girls to your right. Now you have a full day ahead up to bed, Goodnight," Percy turned and headed upstairs.

"What a tosser."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned to see who made the comment. Ron stepped forward.

"That's my brother."

"I promise not to hold it against you. Name's Seamus Finnigan."

"Well I happen to think he's a very together fellow." Hermione started.

"Who's a tosser?" Ron laughed.

"That's your brother."

"So why don't you find some friends?" Ron teased. "Oh no wait, you probably want to get a head start for tomorrow. Night, night sleep tight."

The others laughed; Hermione turned and headed upstairs, which caused Ron to laugh even harder.

"What a shrew."

It wasn't long before the boys went upstairs as well. It took them five minutes to get settled in. Harry took the bed closest to the door and Ron took the one across from Harry, and his friend Dean took the one next to him. Neville had taken the bed next to the left door. It was going to be a long day tomorrow.

A/N: Yeah short chapter sorry. The next one will be longer. -CCG