Chapter Two- The Arrival

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/The train was finally coming to a halt. "Thank God," Harry mumbled to himself. He thought the misery would never end. All the two boys did was talk about Neville. Neville this, Neville that. Neville basically told his whole life story. He told how He
Who Must Not Be Named killed his parents and then tried to kill him. He told how he lives with his magical grandma now and has been looking forward to coming to Hogwarts for years. He told Ron and Harry a lot of other "important" life details too.
color="#000000"Not that Harry cared, he tuned them would've much rather talked about magical spells or quidditch but Harry didn't have a voice where he was sitting.
AllHecould dowas observe and answer directly asked questions. He was an unwanted outsider looking in. An annoying fly who you couldn't manage to swat away. Now all that Harry was looking forward to was the sorting. Even
though he is overcome by nervousness it still seemed like the only thing that will brighten this day. The day that was supposed to be one of the best days of his life, the day where he would meet his lifelong friends or at least that's what his
father said.

Then it was time to get up and as the castle came into view Harry was in awe. His father told him it was beautiful but he didn't imagine this. He didn't imagine the tall towers or the color. No one can comprehend it's beauty until they see it.
At least Harry couldn't. He is following the crowd when he sees an abnormally large man. The man leads l them to boats that will take them to Hogwarts. When Neville boarded his boat everyone wanted to sit with him. Harry was really starting to
get annoyed with this guy. He had all the fame and was a jerk while Harry was super nice and had no friends. None. Only a few people could sit with him and the whole ride the were fawning over him and asking stupid questions like "Did it hurt
when you got your scar," with Neville giving stupid answers like "Even though I don't remember it I bet it was very painful." Harry tuned out the rest of the conversation. He didn't want to listen to the stupidity of Neville Longbottom. He just
boarded the boat and endured the jaunt. He didn't talk. He didn't listen. He just sat. He sat and waited to arrive at his new home. At least his home for the next few months. The ride was short yet it felt like forever to Harry. When all you have
is your imagination to keep you busy you get bored fast. Harry felt that way. No one was talking to him. Finally the ride was over and they walked into the castle. They were greeted at the top of a staircase by a woman Harry assumed worked at
Hogwarts. Once everyone filed in she spoke "Welcome to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry. My name is Professor Mcgonagall. In a few moments you will join your fellow classmates for a feast but before you can you must get sorted into
your house. Gryffindor for bravery, Slytherin for ambition, Hufflepuff for benevolence, and Ravenclaw for intelligence. Your house will be like you family. When you do something good you can earn points for your house but if you do something bad
you can lose points. At the end of the year the house with the most points will win the House Cup. Now follow me." She turns around and leads them into giant room with floating candles and ceiling that looks like he sky. Of course Harry knew that
it wasn't really the sky his father had told him all about the spell that they put on the ceiling but some students thought that there was no ceiling at all. They come to a halt right in front of a miniature stage with a large long table with
all the teachers sitting behind it and a single stool sitting a few feet in front of them. Then the professor that lead them in said "Before we begin Proffesor Dumbledore would like to say a few words to our first-years." An old looking man seated
in the middle of the table, with white hair and a long white beard says "I'd just like to tell you that the Forbidden Forest is strictly off limits to any student. Our Caretaker, Filch has also asked me to remind you that the third floor is forbidden
unless you want to have a painful and untimely death. That's all" Harry thought that it was a weird welcoming speech but decided to forget about that and think about what's next, the sorting. His heart was beating so fast that it felt like it
would explode. Then Professor Mcgonagall began to read out the list of names "Hermione Granger," A girl with curly hair walked up and sat on the stool. Then Professor Mcgonagall placed the sorting hat on her head "Gryffindor!" the hat called out.
A table cheered and she joined them. Harry really wanted to get Gryffindor. "Ronald Weasley," she announced. The annoying boy with red hair sat on the stool and the hat cried out "Another Weasley. I know just what to do with you. Gryffindor!"
Great. He has to get the one house that Harry wanted. When Professor Mcgonagall says "Neville Longbottom," everyone gasps. Murmurs go around the room and Harry knows that everyone is hoping that Neville will get sorted into his or her house but
Harry is hoping the exact opposite. As the sorting hat gets placed onto his head it immediately cries out "Gryffindor!" Harry isn't very happy right now. All Harry wanted was to get sorted into Gryffindor and now that's ruined by Neville like
loads of other things. When Professor Mcgonagall called out Harry's name nothing happened, he wasn't famous like Neville. He was just Harry Potter. He did really want to be a Gryffindor but he would be an outsider. He sits on the stool and when
the hat is placed on his head it sounds like it's having trouble deciding "Hmmm, I wonder," it begins to say, "You're loyal, brave and kind but where to put you. I just can't decide. Gryffindor!" Harry walks over to the Gryffindor table and begins
to get to know his fellow classmates. After all the first-years have been sorted into their house Professor Dumbledore says "Let us eat," and then food magically appears in front of them to eat. It is a school for witchcraft and wizardry but Harry
couldn't help but be surprised by the appearance. The food was very good and afterward they were lead to their dormitories. Harry loved the Gryffindor dorms. Not so much the people in them but the dorms were cool. He got to his bed and started
to unpack while listening to everyone adore Neville Longbottom. Every time the subject changed off him Neville would just put himself back in the spotlight. They started to talk about quidditch and then Neville is sniffling saying "My father played
quidditch." Then everyone feels bad so they give him a hug or something but Harry just continues to unpack when he is ridiculed again by the ginger-haired boy "Are you such a jerk that you're not even going to comfort Neville? He's sad. He has
no mother or father. He's done so much for you and you can't give him some comforting words?" Harry is really mad. Normally he would just let it go but he has to let it out this time. "I'm the jerk?! I get that he lost his parents but that was
eleven years ago! I'm not saying he's not aloud to be sad but he doesn't need to go crying every time someone says quidditch because it reminds him of his father! Oh and Neville hasn't done one thing for me so don't go around and make him seem
like more than he is!" Harry felt a little bad after he said that but it was the truth and he had nothing to feel bad about. Harry went back to unpacking and that ginger-haired boy didn't bother him again that night.

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