Chapter 3
The Sorting
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Hetalia. They belong to their respective creators. I only own my OCs.
A/N: We finally have the sorting! There are some I took a while to debate on so, yeah, it wasn't easy. Well, please Enjoy!
Special Thanks: Thanks to everyone that followed, favored, reviewed, and read the story. Since there are so many of you I had to write it like this.
Note that Translations are at the Bottom after the Ending Author's Note.
-Hogwarts-
The doors swung open at once. A tall black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and Harry's first thought was that she was not someone to cross.
"The firs' years Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."
She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big you could have fit the whole of the Dursleys' house in it. There stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.
They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right, the rest of the school must already be here, but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would ususally have done, peering about nervously.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you can take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
The four houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."
Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron's smudged nose. Harry nervously tried to flatten his hair.
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."
She left the chamber. Harry swallowed.
"How exactly do they sort us into houses?" he asked Ron.
"Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking."
"I don't think that's it. We're too young to learn magic until we get into classes." Vladimir said.
"You may never know." Lukas bluntly stated, as Harry wondered how he could stay so calm at a time like this.
Harry's heart gave a horrible jolt. A test? In front of the whole school? But he didn't know any magic yet, what on earth would he have to do? He hadn't expected something like this the moment they arrived. He looked around and saw everyone else looked terrified, well maybe except for a few students in the back and Lukas. No one was talking much except Hermione Granger, who was whispering very fast about all the spells she leared and wondering which one she's need. Harry tried hard not to listen to her. He'd never been more nervous, never, not even when he'd had to take a school report home to the Dursleys saying that he'd somehow turned his teacher's wig blue. He kept his eyes fixed on the door. Any second now, Professor McGonagall would come back and lead him to his doom.
-Philippines' POV-
I'll admit, Scotland wasn't kidding when he said Hogwarts was a literal castle. When Professor McGonagall left the hall, Laos tapped my shoulder and pointed to where Arthur, Vlad, and Lukas were. They seem to be beside two boys, one with jet black hair, and one with fiery red hair. I looked up for a bit and stared at the ceiling, but what I didn't expect was that ghosts were coming through the walls. I knew some people were scared, judging by the screams, but then that would mean Alfred would be too.
"AAAH! MARIA GHOSTS! THE HERO WILL MAKE A STRAEGIC RETREAT!" Alfred screamed, as he jumped behind me.
He was about to run, but I grabbed him by the hood on his robes and held him back. Great, now Arthur, Lukas, and Vlad will sure to know we are here.
"Al, calm down. They won't hurt you!" I told him, at first he hestitated, but at least he stayed.
As one of the ghosts were talking to Arthur, I began to talk with Laos. Knowing her she was also a bit nervous, but then again, we are in a foreign country, so it's natural to be nervous.
Then Professor McGonagall came back and sent the ghosts away. All the first years formed a line and we followed her into the Great Hall.
-Harry's POV, 3rd Person-
Harry had never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a like facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, Harry looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars.
He heard Hermione whisper, "It's bewitched to look like the night sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History."
It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the heavens.
Harry quickly looked down again as Professor McGonagall ilently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. Aunt Petunia wouldn't have let it in the house.
'Maybe they had to try and get a rabbit out of it,' Harry thought wildly, that seemed the sort of thing, noticing that everyone in the hall was now staring at the hat, he stared at it too. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched.
A rip near the rim opened wide like a mout, and the hat began to sing:
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat cannot see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring nerve and chivalry,
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true,
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin,
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a thinking cap!"
The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.
"So we've just got to try on a hat!" Ron whispered to Harry and Vladimir, who was behind Harry. "I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll."
Harry smiled weakly. Yes, trying on the hat was a lot better than having to do a spell, but he did wish they could have tried it on without everyone watching. The hat seemed to be asking rather a lot; Harry didn't feel brave or quick-witted or any of it at the moment. If only the hat had mentioned a house for people who felt a bit queasy, that would have been the house for him.
Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbot, Hannah!"
A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of the line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down.
A moment's pause...
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
"Allenson, Rina!"
A girl with elbow length bright red hair and clear green eyes came out of the line and shyly puts on the hat and sits on the stool.
"GRYFFINDOR!" yelled the hat and Luna went off and sat next to one of the Gryffindor girls that sort of looked like her as the table on the far left clapped and cheered.
"Arcos, Luna!"
A girl with long black hair and, to Harry and Vladimir's surprise, dark red eyes placed the hat on her head and sat on the stool. It took quite a while.
Then, the hat shouted, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
The Hufflepuff table cheered once again as Luna made her way over and sat next to one of the Hufflepuff boys right across from Hannah.
"Aren, Aleksander!"
Harry saw Vladimir, Lukas, and Arthur's eyes widen to the size of a small saucer as a boy with short black hair and crystal clear blue eyes came up and sat down with the hat on his head.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted as soon as Aleksander sat on the stool.
The Hufflepuff table cheered once again as Aleksander joined the other Hufflepuffs and sat next to Luna.
"Asleson, Aia!"
A girl with neck length bright blonde hair and clear blue eyes came up and before the hat touched her head, it shouted, "RAVENCLAW!"
The Ravenclaw table cheered as Aia sat down next to a Ravenclaw girl.
"Beilshmidt, Gilbert!"
The Magic Trio's eyes widen once again as the familiar albino proudly, and arrogently, made his way to the hat and sat on the stool with it on his head.
"SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherin table cheered loudly as Gilbert slowly made his way to the table, he seemed to be weary of the Slytherin folk and Harry wished him good luck.
"Beilshmidt, Ludwig!"
At the sound of hearing his name, the said boy made his way, but as the hat barely touched his head, it yelled, "SLYTHERIN!"
"Kesesesese, mein little bruder is stuck vith me for zhe rest of zhe year." said the albino, Gilbert. His accent sounded German.
"Mein Gott!" grumbled Ludwig, his accent German as well as he sat down next to his brother.
"Braginskaya, Katyusha!"
A girl with silver blonde hair, and err...'big' appendages shyly walked up and placed the hat on her head, sitting on the stool. The Hat also took a while to choose what house she was in.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
'Lots of Hufflepuffs this year..,' Harry thought randomly.
"Braginski, Ivan!"
All of a sudden, the hall suddenly turned really cold, to a freezing temperature. A tall boy with silver blonde hair with a scarf around his neck stepped forward.
The hat barely touched his head when it yelled, "SLYTHERIN!"
Barely anyone on the Slytherin table clapped, because the chilling aura coming from Ivan was enough to scare them.
"Bondevick, Lukas!"
Harry saw Lukas slowly make his way up to Professor McGonagall and placed the hat on his head as he sat down.
"RAVENCLAW!"
The Ravenclaw table cheered loudly once again as Lukas sat next to Aia.
"Bonnefoy, Francis!"
Harry saw Arthur pale slightly as he saw a boy with slightly long blonde hair put the hat on his head.
"RAVENCLAW!"
Francis walked over to the Ravenclaw table, but not before he magically took out a rose out of nowhere and threw it towards some Seven Year Ravenclaw girls. The girls all tried to get it and fussed over it.
"Show off..." Arthur and Ron grumbled.
"von Bok, Eduard!"
The boy made his way over and before the hat even touched a HAIR on him, it shouted, "RAVENCLAW!"
The Ravenclaw table cheered loudly once again, welcoming Eduard as he sat down next to Francis.
"Boot, Terry!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
The table second from the left clapped once again; several Ravenclaws, even some first years, stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them.
"Brocklehurst, Mandy" went to Ravenclaw too, but "Brown, Lavender" became the second new Gryffindor, and the table on the far left exploded with cheers; Harry could see Ron's twin brothers catcalling.
"Bulstrode, Millicent" then became Slytherin.
Perhaps it was Harry's imagination, after all he'd heard about Slytherin, but he though they looked like an unpleasent lot. Well, except maybe for Ivan, Gilbert, and Ludwig.
Harry was brought out of his thoughts when "Carriedo, Antonio," a Spanish boy, became Gryffindor, but "Chanthauang, Noi" an Asian girl became a Hufflepuff. Both the Spanish boy and Asian looking girl made their way and sat down where ever there was an empty spot.
"de la Cruz, Maria Clara!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Another Asian looking girl made her way to the Gryffindor table and sat by Lavender and watched the Sorting go on. Harry heard a loud cheer from the Spanish boy at the Gryffindor table.
He was starting to feel definitely sick now. He remembered being picked for teams during gym at his old school. He had always been last to be chosen, not because he was no good, but because no one wanted Dudley to think they liked him.
"Edelstein, Roderich!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Finch-Fletchley, Justin" became a Hufflepuff too and sat down next to one of the Hufflepuff boys.
"Galante, Ravis!"
A nervous looking boy shyly made his way up, sat on the stool and placed the hat on his head.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
The said boy went to the Hufflepuff table and he still looked so nervous, Harry felt sorry for the poor guy.
Sometimes, Harry noticed, the hat hat shouted out the house at once, but at others it took a little while to decide. "Finnigan, Seamus," the sany-haired boy next to Harry in line, sat on the stool for almost a whole minute before the hat declared him a Gryffindor.
"Granger, Hermione!"
Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat. Ron groaned.
"Hassan, Gupta Muhammad" went to Ravenclaw, and Harry thought he's must've been African if he had skin that was a really dark tan.
"Hédeváry, Elizabeta!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Honda, Kiku!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Jones, Alfred!"
Harry saw a boy with blonde hair, with one chunk of it sticking up the front of his head run up to the stool shouting, "I'M THE HERO," and made everyone slightly laugh at his antics.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Alfred proudly made his way to the Gryffindor table after giving the hat back to Professor McGonagall.
"Karpusi, Hercules!"
The guy that went up was so laid back, Harry and Ron thought he could fall asleep at any time, reguardless of the noise level. And was that a CAT sticking out from his pocket?!
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Harry," Arthur whispered to him. "If I'm ever put in Slytherin, trust me, never did like the lot, I'm still your friend."
"Kirkland, Arthur!"
Harry saw Arthur slowly make his way up to the stool with the hat on his head. The hat took a whole Three Minutes to decide what house Arthur should be in.
"SLYTHERIN!"
Harry saw Arthur gloomily make his way to the Slytherin table and sit down beside Ivan. Harry hoped Arthur was right and he would still be his friend reguardless of the houses.
"Kohler, Matthias!"
Over at the Ravenclaw table, Harry and Vladimir saw Lukas pale until he could almost matched the color of paper. Ron was confused at that, but decided to leave it be for now.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted.
A horrible thought struck Harry as "Lorinaitis, Toris" was being sorted and placed into Hufflepuff, as horrible thoughts always do when you're very nervous. What if he wasn't chosen at all? What if he just sat there with the hat over his eyes for ages, until Professor McGonagall jerked it off his head and said there had obviously been a mistake and he'd better get back on the train?
When Neville Longbottom, the boy who kept on losing his toad, was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. That hat took a long time to decide with Neville. When it finally shouted, "GRYFFINDOR," Neville ran off still wearing it, and had to jog back amid the gales of laughter to give it to Toris.
"Łukasiewicz, Feliks!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry saw the girlish blonde haired boy walk to the Gryffindor and heard something among the lines of, "I'm separated from Liet!"
He had no idea what that was about but ignored it as the hat sorted "MacDougal, Morag."
Malfoy swaggered forward when his name was called and got his wish at once: the hat barely touched his head when it screamed, "SLYTHERIN!"
Malfoy went ot join his friends Crabbe and Goyle, who were already sorted, looking please with himself.
There weren't many people left now.
"Moon"..., "Nott"..., then a tall intimidating boy "Oxentierna, Berwald" ("HUFFLEPUFF!")..., "Parkinson"..., then a pair of twin girls, "Patil" and "Patil"..., then "Perks, Sally-Anne" ..., then his friend "Popescu, Vladimir" ("GRYFFINDOR!")..., and then, at last...
"Potter, Harry!"
As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.
"Potter, did she say?"
"The Harry Potter?"
The last thing Harry saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at him. Next second he was looking at the black inside the hat. He waited.
-Romania's POV, 3rd Person-
I watched as Harry was being sorted. Silently in my head, I was pondering how in the name on Merlin Bulgaria and the others were doing here! Another part of my mind said to think about that later and to watch Harry's sorting. I followed that part of my mind and watched the hat twitch on Harry's head every now and then.
After a minute the hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"
-Harry's POV, 3rd Person-
Harry heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall. He took off the hat and walked shakily toward the Gryffindor table. He was so relieved to have been chosen and not put in Slytherin, he hardly noticed that he was getting the loudest cheer yet. Percy the Prefect got up and shook his hand vigorously, while the Weasly twins and another red-haired girl yelled, "We got Potter! We got Potter!" Harry sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff he'd seen earlier. The ghost pattered his arm, giving Harry the sudden, horrible feeling he'd just plundged into a bucket of ice-cold water. Vlad, who was sitting next to him high-fived him so hard, Harry could've sworn he won't be able to use it tomorrow.
He could see the High Table properly now. At the end nearest him sat Hagrid, who caught his eye and gave him the thumbs up, Harry grinned back. And there, in the center of the High Table, in a large golden chair, sat Albus Dumbledore. Harry recognized him at once from the card he'd gotten out of the Chocolate Frog on the train. Dumbledore's silver hair was the only thing in the whole hall that shone as brightly as the ghosts. Harry spotted Professor Quirell, too, the nervous young man from the Leaky Cauldron. He was looking very peculiar in a large purple turban.
And now there were only a few people left to be sorted.
"Im, Yong Soo!"
Another Asian boy hyperly walked up to the stool with the hat on.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Da-ze!" Im Yong cheered, making his way to the Gryffindor table and sitting beside Fred Weasly.
"Steilsson, Emil!"
Harry noticed that Lukas was staring at the silver-blonde haired boy with with the faintest of smiles on his face. He wondered if Lukas knew Emil. The hat took a while to call out his house, say a full two minutes.
"RAVENCLAW!"
Emil paled slightly when he saw that Lukas was in that house too.
"I've been invited to hell." he muttered, sitting beside Lukas.
"Thomas, Dean," a Black boy even taller than Ron, but not as tall as Ivan or Berwald, joined Harry at the Gryffindor table. "Turpin, Lisa," became a Ravenclaw.
"Väinämöinen, Tino!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Tino happily walked over and sat next to the boy with the craziest hair Harry's ever seen, Matthias. Matthias smacked Tino on his back pretty hard, seeing Tino nearly fell out of his chair.
"Vargas, Feliciano!"
Harry saw, possibly the most ditziest and most clumsiest person alive, stumble his way to the front, place the hat on his head, and sit down on the stool. It took possibly FOUR minutes for the hat to decide, but to most, it felt like an hour.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Ve!~ Look, Ludwig, Kiku! I-a did it! Good for me!"Feliciano cheered happily, and made his way to the Hufflepuff table. Harry was wondering how Feliciano could see with his eyes closed as he saw Kiku smile slightly and Ludwig face palm.
"Vargas, Lovino!"
Harry saw a boy, immensely similar to Feliciano, yet he had differences, step up.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
And so Lovino went to the Hufflepuff table and joined his fratello. But the Spanish boy was doing otherwise.
"NO! LOVI IS AWAY FROM ME!" wailed the Spanish boy.
"DON'T CALL ME LOVI YOU TOMATO BASTARDO!" Lovino shouted angrily from the Hufflepuff table.
"Wang, Yao!"
Another girlish looking boy walked up, if it weren't for his first name, Harry would've thought Yao was a girl. Though some people didn't think the same thing.
"Is that a girl?"
"No, it's got to be a boy. No girl ever has a name like Yao."
Yao must've heard all the whispers about him, because he turned to the hall and he wasn't happy at all.
"I'M NOT A GIRL, ARU! I AM A MAN, ARU!" Yao angrily yelled.
The whole hall became silent after Yao's outburst as he puts on the hat and sat down.
"RAVENCLAW!"
Yao took off the hat and gave back to Professor McGonagall. Then he went to the Ravenclaw table.
"NO! HOW CAN I CLAIM ANIKI'S BREASTS FROM HERE!" Im Yong wailed from beside Fred.
The whole hall heard it and it made most of everyone feel awkward, especially the girls, Yao, and surprisingly Kiku. A few people didn't seem to care.
And then it was Ron's turn. He was pale green by now. Harry crossed his fingers under the table and a second later the hat had shouted,
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry and Vlad clapped loudly with the rest as Ron collapsed into the chair next to him.
"Well done, Ron excellent," said Percy Weasly pompously across Harry.
"Williams, Matthew!"
"MATTIE BROHA!" Alfred yelled to his twin, gaining a lot of stares.
Matthew sighed as he placed the hat on his head.
No sooner did the hat yelled, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
Harry and Ron noticed that Matthew was carrying a polar bear with him. They both wondered if it was a stuffed polar bear or something, but for a split second, they heard the bear ask, "Who are you?" The two of them thought they were just tired as they both turned to see "Zabini, Blaise" sorted into Slytherin. Now there were only two people left.
"Zwingli, Lili!"
A cute girl shyly made her way up to the stool. When she placed the hat on her head, the hat had shouted, "RAVENCLAW!"
The little girl made her way to the Ravenclaw table just when her brother was being called.
"Zwingli, Vash!"
A boy who looked like he would shoot anybody came up and placed the hat on his head. It took a few seconds for the hat to decide.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Though, by the look on his face, Vash, didn't seem very happy about it, but he sighed and walked to the Gryffindor table and sat beside Hermione. Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away.
Harry looked down at his empty gold plate. He had only just realized how hungry he was. The pumpkin pasties seemed ages ago.
Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all here.
"Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"
"Thank you!"
He sat back down. Everyone clapped and cheered. Harry didn't know whether to laugh or not.
"Is he...a bit mad?" he asked Percy uncertainly.
"Mad?" said Percy airily. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes. Potatoes, Harry?"
Harry's mouth fell open. The dishes in front of him were npw piled with food. He had never seen so many things he liked to eat on one table: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, for some strange reason, peppermint humbugs.
The Dursleys had never exactly starved Harry, but he'd never been allowed to eat as much as he liked. Dudley had always taken anything that Harry wanted, even if it made him sick. Harry piled his plate with a bit of everything except the peppermints and began to eat. It was all delicious. When Harry turned, he saw Alfred, and the Ravenclaw, Francis paled considerably.
"This is British food?" Harry heard Alfred mutter, with his eyes wide. "THIS IS BRITISH FOOD!"
"OUI! IT IS!" Francis shouted from the Ravenclaw table to Alfred.
"YOU BLOODY WANKERS MY FOOD IS NOT THAT BAD!" Harry heard Arthur shout angrily from the Slytherin table.
"MATTIE! MARIA! DON'T EAT THE BRITISH FOOD!" Alfred shouted to the Asian girl and his twin brother.
"Al, just because you had bad experiance with British food doesn't mean it's Arthur's cooking. This is someone else's cooking. Not Arthur's." Maria calmly stated as she took a bite of a potatoe.
"Ms. Maria is right Mr. Francis. Mr. Arthur didn't make, so it von't hurt to try." Lili explained to Francis.
"Oh, I suppose you're right Lili. Tell whe-" Francis was cut off when a slam came from the Gryffindor table.
Apparently, Vash saw Francis about to flirt with Lili and slamed his hands so hard on the table, the goblets and plates rattled.
"ONE MORE STEP AND YOU ARE SWISS CHEESE FRANCIS!" Vash yelled in a protective manner.
"EEP!" squeaked the Frenchman, ducking underneath the table.
"Wow, you sure know how to make an impression." George said to Vash.
"I've been overprotective of her ever since I took her in." Vash responded quietly.
On the other hand, Elizabeta and Hermione were talking about History of Magic, but at the same time, Elizabeta sent several heated glares to Vladimir, and vice versa. Vlad was talking with Ron and Harry about his friends, which were a surprise when they found out it was some of the first years.
When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains of the food faded from the plates, leaving them sparkling clean as before. A moment later the desserts appeared. Blocks of ice cream in every flavor you could think of, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate eclairs and jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, Jell-O, rice pudding...
-Time Skip-
At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent.
"Ahem, just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I a have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."
Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasly twin and the red-haired girl known as Erika Allenson, Rina's older sister.
"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors."
"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch."
"I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
Harry laughed, but he was one of the few who did.
"He's not serious?" he muttered to Percy.
"Must be," said Percy, frowning at Dumbledore. "It's odd, because he usually gives us a reason why we're not allowed to go somewhere, the forest's full of dangerous beasts, everyone knows that. I do think he might have told us prefects, at least."
"And finally, I am please to announce that Hogwarts has entered in a multicultral program. We have students from around the world to enter Hogwarts and learn in its classes and history. In return, every other weekend after the second week of the term, each transfer will set up a little surprise here in the Great Hall. To introduce them, let give them a big Hogwarts welcome to the following."
"Alfred F. Jones from the New World, America!" called Dumbledore as Alfred stood up saluting the elder wizard.
"Alfred's twin brother, Matthew Williams from Canada!"
Matthew shyly stood up, still holding his polar bear.
"Aleksander Aren from Bulgaria!"
Aleksander stood up, waving to everyone.
"Emil Steilsson from the island of Iceland!"
Emil stood up, his face neutral to any emotion.
"Francis Bonnefoy of France!"
Francis stood up, blowing a kiss to a few Ravenclaw six years, who swooned on the spot.
"Lili Zwingli from Liechtenstein."
Lili also stood up, bowing with a small, "Hello."
"Her brother, Vash Zwingli from Switzerland!"
"Hallo..." he greeted.
"Ivan Braginski from the nation of Russia!"
"Privet, da?" greeted Ivan, with his 'innocent' face.
"His older sister Katyusha Braginskaya from Ukraine."
Katyusha also stood up, and everyone heard a strange...bounce?
"Matthias Kohlar from Denmark."
"Hej!" greeted Matthias.
"Ludwig and Gilbert Beilshmidt from Germany."
"Guten Tag," the two brothers greeted.
"Feliciano and Lovino Vargas from Italy!"
"Ciao everyone!" Feliciano cheered, while Lovino waved silently.
"Antonio Fernandez Carriedo from Spain."
"Hola!" greeted the Spaniard.
"Gupta Muhammad Hassan all the way from Egypt!"
"Bill works there." Ron muttered to Harry.
"Vladimir Popescu from Romania!"
"Alo!" greeted Vlad.
"Charlie works in Romania." Ron muttered again.
"Im Yong Soo from South Korea!"
"Da-ze!" came the hyper Korean.
"Kiku Honda from Japan."
"Konnichiwa..." greeted Kiku, bowing.
"Yao Wang from China!"
"Ni hao aru!" greeted said Chinese.
"Feliks Łukasiewicz of Poland."
Feliks stood up and gave peace sign.
"Toris Lorinaitis from Lithuania, along with Eduard von Bok of Estonia, and Ravis Galante from Latvia."
The Baltic trio stood up, a little braver since they weren't with Ivan.
"Hercules Karpusi from Greece."
But the said Greek never stood up, for he was already fast asleep.
"Elizabeta Hédeváry of Hungary!"
Elizabeta also stood, giving everyone a bright smile.
"Roderich Edelstein of Austria."
Said Austrian stood up, looking quite aristocratic.
"Miss Noi Chanthauang from Laos."
Noi quietly stood up, bowing her head a tad bit.
"Maria Clara de la Cruz from the Philippines."
Maria energeticly stood up and waved brightly to everyone.
"I also proud to annouce Tino Väinämöinen of Finland!"
Tino stood up with a slight blush on his face.
"Berwald Oxentierna of Sweden!"
Berwald stood with his arms across his chest, making him seem intimidating.
"Emil's Older Brother Lukas Bondevick from Norway!"
Harry saw Lukas stand up, his blank face looking around the hall.
"And Mr. Arthur Kirkland of England."
Arthur stood up and smiled brightly.
"Hello there." he greeted.
The hall bursts into applause as the thirty-three transfers sat down once again.
-Time Skip to After the School Song: With the Gryffindors-
As Percy led the Gryffindors to the very end of the corrdior, Alfred was comically talking with his friends, and Harry and Ron. They laughed a bit at his crazy hero antics, except when he saw the ghosts, since he has phasmophobia. When the Gryffindors got to the end of the corridor, there hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.
"Password?" she said.
"Dude, Heroes don't need passwords!" Alfred declared.
"Caput Draconis," said Percy, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall.
They all scrambled through it, though Neville needed a leg up, and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cozy, round room full of squashy armchairs.
Percy directed the girls through one doorto their dormitory and the boys through another. At the top of the spiral staircase, they were obviously in one of the towers, they found their beds at last: four-poster beds hung with deep red, velvet cutrains. Their trunks had already been brought up. Too tired to talk much, they pulled on their pajamas and fell into bed.
A/N: Holy shit, I finally finished it! Alright I'll be going back to school on Wednsday so updates will be even slower than usual! I hope I placed the Hetalians in the right houses, but I hoped you sincerely enjoyed it. I've went past my limit of 3, 400 words to an even bigger limit. Hoorah! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Number of Words: 5, 992
Mein: My: German
Bruder: Brother: German
Mein Gott: My God: German
Liet: Lithuania: Lithuanian
Fratello: Brother: Italian
Bastardo: Bastard: Italian
Hallo: Hello: German
Privet: Hello: Russian
Da: Yes: Russian
Hej: Hello: Danish
Guten Tag: Hello: German
Ciao: Hello: Italian
Hola: Hello: Spanish
Alo: Hello: Romanian
Konnichiwa: Hello: Japanese
Oui: Yes: French
Hasta La Pasta!~