Dean Thomas
So this was what the wizarding world was like then. It was truly magical. The ceiling, instead of plain like at home was the colour of the sky. The candles floated in mid air illuminating the room. There was a singing hat at the front of the hall! I wished I had known about all this stuff before. My mum and dad hadn't known anything about it either though. Steve wasn't my real dad, he was my step-dad but he treated me like his own son. I respected him for that, most people would have just taken preferences to their actual children but Steve didn't.
He took me to West Ham matches, he played cricket on the beach with me, he did everything a father should, and not like my real one who'd ran away. Steve however had always wanted a son, but never had one, with all my half-sisters being girls, so I was the closest he got. Then I had been told I was a wizard and was going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I had met Seamus, a small Irish boy on the train, he was very nice. He'd told me all he knew about everything at Hogwarts and all the houses. He was now in Gryffindor. I wanted to get in the same house as him because he'd been so nice, but I didn't get my hopes up, I wasn't that brave.
There was finally only myself, the ginger kid who had been hanging out with Harry Potter earlier then another boy who was just staring at the ground. He didn't look too friendly, but the ginger one did. I smiled at him tentatively and he, much to my relief, smiled back, before turning his eyes back to Harry Potter who sat on the Gryffindor table still being welcomed and introduced. I only knew what Seamus had told me about him, but he seemed pretty cool. Not many babies could defeat such a powerful wizard!
"Thomas, Dean." Professor McGonagall called out. I walked up slowly to the front, trying to ignore the people all gazing at me. I sat down on the stool and Professor McGonagall put the hat on my head.
"Plenty of courage I see." It said quietly into my ear.
"What? You can read my mind, cool!" I thought, I wasn't bothered on what it had to say. I was more intrigued by the fact that not only could it talk that it could also read my mind!
"GRYFFINDOR!" it yelled out. I saw Seamus jump up and applaud me, as I made my way to the Gryffindor table. I couldn't believe it; I was in Gryffindor – the same house as Seamus and Harry Potter! Things seemed to be going my way…