Disclamer: I wanna own Harry Potter but i dont (dammit! 80( )


Chapter 2

What the Sorting hat says

The huge, oak front doors sung open revealing a tall, dark haired witch in blood red robes.

"Come in" she said "you may go straight to the Great Hall Hagrid"

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall" The giant man called Hagrid said

The first years followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor, their scared faces glowing in the flickering torch light from the cold stone walls. The droning of voices could be heard through the door she had taken them to. She turned to face them.

"In a minute you will pass though this door to be sorted into your houses. Please wait here; I need a word with the headmaster."

"What house do you think you'll be in?" Peter asked when McGonagall had gone.

"Gryffindor" James said at once. "My parents were in Gryffindor and I wanna be"

"My mum says I'm lucky to be in Hogwarts, don't know why" Peter looked confused for a bit

"My dad says I'll be good in Ravenclaw" muttered Remus "what about you Sirius?"

"My whole families been in Slytherin, but I will walk outta here if they put me anywhere near that house" Sirius replied, darkly.

Professor McGonagall reappeared to explain about Hogwarts.

"Now form a line and follow me" She finished.

She flung open the door to reveal The Great Hall. The rest of the school were seated silently at four long house tables, each table had glittering golden plates and goblets on. Above them were thousands and thousand of candles, hovering in mid-air, illuminating a enormous, dark blue ceiling with tiny shimmering dots that looked like stars ("It's bewitched to look like the sky outside" Remus whispered "Is there any other sky apart from the one outside" hissed Sirius.) At the very end of the hall was another long table where the staff was seated. In front of this table stood four-legged stool with an extremely dirty, patched and frayed wizard's hat upon it. The school fell silent and a large rip near the brim of the hat opened wide. It began to sign.

The hat stopped singing and everyone broke out in applause. Professor McGonagall stepped forward with a long roll of parchment.

"When I call your name, you will step forward, put the hat on your head a wait to be sorted" She unrolled the parchment "JASON ABBOT!"

A small, pink faced boy almost ran forward and jammed the hat eagerly on his head.
"HUFFLEPUFF" The hat shouted

Jason Abbot leapt off the stool and walked quickly to the table who was cheering the loudest.

"SIRIUS BLACK"

"Good luck" Peter, Remus and James whispered

"You too" Sirius whispered back.

He took a few nervous steps towards the hat. The urge to run away was overwhelming but Sirius fought it. He placed the hat on his head and stared out at the sea of students. Suddenly a small voice spoke in his ear.

"Plenty of talent I see and a loyal friend. You are determined -"

"If you put me in Slytherin I will personally tear you to pieces" Sirius thought angrily.

"Don't like Slytherin much, do you?" the hat laughed "oh well only one more place to put you… GRYFFINDOR!"

The hat shouted the lat word making Sirius jump. He let out a sigh of relief and made his way to Gryffindor table.

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"REMUS LUPIN"

"Good luck" James and Peter muttered.

"You too"

Remus steadied himself and began what felt like a long journey towards the hat. Shaking, he slipped the hat onto his light brown hair. The hat fell, covering his eyes, so he was blinded. As he stared blankly into the darkness, a voice whispered in his ear.

"Difficult, very smart, a big imagination, plenty of talent, yes… qualities worthy of Ravenclaw, but…"

To Remus it felt like years were slowly passing by as the sorting hat tried to make up its mind.

"…Bravery, courage… ummm… GRYFFINDOR!"

This sudden outburst almost made Remus fall off the stool. He tore the hat from his head and blinked at the brightness in the hall. He stagger from the stool and slid neatly into a seat beside Sirius.

"Well done mate!" Sirius yelled over the applause.

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Peter gulped. They were into the "P's" now; he knew he would be soon. Two of his new friends were in Gryffindor and the other defiantly will be in Gryffindor.

"Will they still like me if I go into a different house? Or will they make new friends and forget about me?" He thought, paying no attention to Professor McGonagall. He was interrupted by an elbow in the ribs.

"Mate it's your go"

"Peter Pettigrew, will you please come up here to be sorted?"

"Good luck" James hissed

Peter just nodded, his mouth had gone dry. Peter made his way slowly to the stool. He sat nervously on the stool, placing the hat on his head. The hat slipped and rested its brim on the tip of Peter's pointed nose.

"Not the brightest candle to be lit" The hat said in a soft voice "Where shall I put you? …"

The hat fell silent for a minute, thinking. After a while it said.

"We'll see how you cope… GRYFFINDOR!"

Peter shook the hat from his head, with a huge grin splitting his face. He sprinted down to the Gryffindor table, stumbled, and fell. He slid to a halt at Sirius' feet.

"YAY!" Sirius and Remus roared over the applause and laughter.

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James clapped and laughed along with the rest of the school as Peter took his seat opposite Sirius and Remus.

"JAMES POTTER"

James, who was still watching the Gryffindor table, smiled when he saw his friends sticking their thumbs up and mouthing "good luck".

James took a deep breath and strolled up to the hat. He sat nervously on the stool, ready to put the hat on. It had barely brushed his jet black hair when it cried "GRYFFINDOR!"

James bounded off the stool and joined the cheering Gryffindor's.

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The sorting ended. A few more people were sorted after James including the greasy haired kid he saw on the train. He was called Severus Snape and was now a Slytherin. By this time the four boy's stomachs were rumbling loudly. Dumbledore stood up and simply said, "Enjoy!"

Peter let a gasp escape him as the plates in front of them filled with delicious food. Roast pork and chicken, lamb chops, sausages, roast and new potatoes, chips, gravy and, for some unknown reason, mint humbugs.

James and Sirius piled their plates with everything (including the humbugs) and smothered it in gravy. They stuffed their mouths full, earning disgusted looks from their new house mates.

"So" Remus said, carefully cutting his lamb chops "what do you think we'll do tomorrow?"

"Is ofist ay oless ins" came James muffled voice though a roast potato.

"JAMES!" exclaimed Peter, wiping spit and potato from his face.

James swallowed, "Sorry Pete, anyways it's our first day of lessons tomorrow; my mum says we start straight away."

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The remaining food disappeared and was replaced by all kinds of puddings. Peter found it truly amazing how James managed to eat a whole apple crumble and half a treacle tart without throwing up. The crumbs faded from the table and Dumbledore got to his feet. Silence fell

"To all you newcomers, welcome, to all you familiar faces, welcome back. I have a few start-of-term notices to announce. Firstly-"

His next words were drowned out by a loud, rich belch that rang though the hall. A very red faced James Potter sank lower in his seat, apologising endlessly while the students around him sniggered.

"So rude" said a red haired girl sitting a couple of seats away from James. "revolting!"

"Ah yes, very good Mr Potter" Dumbledore chuckled with a twinkle in his bright blue eyes. "as I was saying. First years must note that the forbidden forest on the edge of the forest is strictly out of bounds to all students,

"Mr Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to remind you that magic is not permitted in the corridors and nor are the items listed on the parchment attached to Mr Filch's office door,

"I am sorry to say that our game keeper, Mr Ogg, has decided to retire, but I am pleased to announce that Mr Hagrid has decide to take on the job…"

A loud applause followed these words as the giant man, who had lead the first years across the lake, stood up and did a little bow, almost knocking over the table.

"…And finally," Dumbledore said, once the applause had died "I wish you all good night and have a splendid year!"

He sat down. There was more applause and the students began to leave the hall. James, Sirius, Remus and Peter followed a tall boy in Gryffindor who was leading the other Gryffindor first years. They pursued the boy up hundreds of staircases- "be careful, they like to move a lot" He said- and down many corridors, until they reached a portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress.
"Mimble Wimble" The boy said. The portrait swung open to reveal a scarlet and gold room. There was a desk in the corner of the room beside a small window. A large notice board hung on one side of the room, covered in pieces of parchment. A bookcase stood on the other side filled with different spell books. There were deep red, squashy armchairs at the end of the room, surrounding a crackling fire.

"Boys dormitory is first up stairs and first on your left, girls same on your right. If you have any questions please don't hesitate to ask". The boy said, in a dull learned-by-heart kind of voice. He scanned the room and spotted a mess of black hair he recognised. "Hey aren't you the kid who belched during Dumbledore's speech?"

James glowed bright red again and quickly followed his friends up to their dormitory. It contained five four poster beds, each with crimson hangings, scarlet duvets and golden pillows. One bed on the right of the door already had its hangings drawn around it. Their new roommate, Travis, was changing behind them.

James, Sirius, Remus and Peter found their beds. They changed sleepily and wished each other goodnight. The room was soon filled with snores.