Destination of the Heart and the Philosophers Stone Chapter 3, a harry potter fanfic

Here it is! Chapter 3!

The train slowed to a stop and a loud mans voice boomed.

"Right now. First years, this way please." Hagrid shouts, holding a light and signaling for them. "C'mon now, first years. Don't be shy. C'mon now, hurry up."

Everybody was piling off the train and the station was now hoatching. It was dark by now. Harry, Stephanie, Jessica and Ron all walked over to Hagrid, smiling.

"Hello Harry, Stephanie." Hagrid towers over them.

"Hey Hagrid." The pair say.

"Wow" Ron says, while Stephanie stood with wide eyes.

"C'mon now, this way to the boats. Follow me." He says, the first years follow.

After a lot of fuzz with Jessica refusing to get on a boat because of 'sharks and only god knows what else', they finally got on. Harry and Ron sat together at the front and Jessica and Stephanie sat behind them of course. They could also see Hermione and Grace sitting together with Neville in front in a boat not far from them. There was loads of boats and loads of spots of light.

"Wow" "Amazing" Was said continuosly between the four as no other words came to mind.

They arrived at the tremendous building, outlined in the dark, it was truly a breath taking sight. They climbed many flights of stairs, sticking together. When they turned another corner and walked up those stairs, a woman was waiting at the top. Everyone haulted to a stop.

"Welcome to Hogwarts. I am Professor McGonagall." Her voice rang out. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be Sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Follow me please."

She led them through the large building and finally they arrived at a set of grand doors, which opened at her presence and they followed her in. As they walked though the massive hall heading towards the front, they noticed all the people staring at them. There were loads! They walked down the middle of the hall, between four tables, the biggest and longest they'd ever seen.

"Wow, look at the ceiling!" Stephanie gasps.

"And the candles!" Jessica adds.

"It's not real, the ceiling." Hermione tells Neville. "It's just bewitched to look like the night sky."

"Be quiet." Grace groans. "Don't ruin it for him."

"I'm not!" She says, defensively. "I read about it in Hogwarts: A History."

"Nevermind." Jessica and Stephanie slump, having overheard Hermione.

McGonagall walked up two step on a wooden stage as they reached the front and turned back, holding a rolled up piece of paper out.

"Can you wait along here please." She says, waving the paper from side to side, signalling where to stand. As soon as the first years were all lined up and settled, she spoke again. "Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words."

A man behind her, seated in the middle of other adults, with a long white beard, raised to his feet.

"I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce." He speaks, his voice raspy. "The first years please note, that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also our caretaker Mr Filch, has asked me to remind you that the third floor corridor, on the right hand side is out of bounds to anyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thankyou."

Everyone grimaced.

"Well isn't that lovely." Grace whispers to the four as she had somehow found herself standing next to them. They had to supress laughs at her imput.

Dumbledore sat down and McGonagall opened her paper, which theh could now tell was a scroll.

"Now, when I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head," She says, as she lifts the hat from the stool it was sat on, by the tip. "and you will be sorted into your houses."

The panic on Stephanie and Harry's face was evident, but Stephanie, Ron and Grave gave them comforting smiles.

"Grace Granger." The five of them, including her sister, all looked at her. She smiled nervously before timidly walking up the two stairs, focusing on not tripping and making a fool of herself. She turned before sitting down on the stool and having the hat lowered onto her head. In the miniscule amount of time between her turning around and the hat being placed, her eyes scanned across the hall, taking in as many details as she possibly could. It made her even more nervous that everyone was staring, but a head of ginger hair like Ron's caught her attention, well there were two ginger haired bkys sittinf together but it was the one who was smiling at her that calmed her down a tad.

"Hmm" She nearly squeaked when the Sorting Hat started to speak. " A lot of ambition, I see, but there's also a great deal of bravery and loyalty. An asset to both Slytherin and Gryffindor, but where to put you." The hat wavers for several minutes before announcing "Slytherin!" with a loud booming echo.

Grace stands from the stool timidly, nervously looking around. She was getting stares from her sister and new found friends. McGonagall ushers her to her table and she quickly rushes over, in hopes of escaping the penetrating gazes she was receiving. Although she was surprised when cheers and claps erupted, but not from everyone as not everyone was as thrilled.

Draco looked utterly disgusted as he muttered to his sister. "Stupid mudblood, doesn't belong in Slytherin."

Chloe was quick to elbow him in the side, silencing him immediately. "Oh shut up, Draco."

It's safe to say nothing else was said since the scolding from his sister. As everyone was reeling from the first placement, McGonagall continued, calling the next name.

"Hermione Granger." Hermione walks to the stool, talking to herself.

"See, told you she was crazy, that one." Ron whispers to Harry. All Harry could do is nod, but Jessica heard him as her brother didn't have the most effective whisper around.

"That's not what you were saying on the train." She teases and Ron looks away, focussing back on the hat.

Hermione took her place on the stool and practically jammed the hat on her head, squeezing her eyes shut. "Another Granger, although very different, I see." The sorting hat almost looked eager. "Ahh, right then, mmm, right, okay. Gryffindor!" The hat bellows. She threw the hat off her head and ran to her table, looking utterly thrilled amongst the claps from everyone, the loudest being from Gryffindor.

"Logan Lovegood." The blonde boy from the boat earlier strolled up the steps and plonked his but on the stool.

McGonagall lowered the hat but before it even reached his head the hat cried, "Ravenclaw!"

Logan stood up from the stool and bowed upon hearing the cheers, before hopping down the steps and walking to his gawked at his boldness.

"Chloe Malfoy." Draco pats her on the back before sending her up to the stage, where she then sits on the stool and smiles.

"One of the notorious Malfoys, I see. No doubt where you belong," The hat says. "Slytherin!"

Chloe jumps from the stool and smiles at her brother. As she is walking to the table, she passes Jessica and Stephanie, and whispers 'good luck'. Upon arriving at the Slytherin table, she sits next to Grace who is sitting in silence, awkwardly and smiles.

"Draco Malfoy." Draco grins cockily at Crabbe and Goyle, and then walks like a King to reach the stool. The hat perches on his head and seems to mumble to itself before actually talking.

"Another Malfoy, hmm. Cunning like the rest, no secret where you belong." The hat says. "Slytherin!"

Draco slyly walks over to the table as cheers erupt from the Slytherins. He sits down and glares at Chloe because of who she's socialising with, but she dismisses it.

"Harry Potter." He silently walked to the front, silence throughout the hall with the exception of a few mummers here and there. It made Harry nervous. Before he turned to sit on the stool, Hagrid flashed him a smile, which he gladly returned.

"Hmm, difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh yes and a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you." The hat rambles on.

"Not Slytherin." Harry continuously whispers, eyes shut.

"Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know. It's all here, in your head and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that, no."

"Please." Harry continues.

"Well if you're sure. Better be...Gryffindor!" Harry's smile grew wide as the Gryffindors jumped up from their seats, clapping and cheering, even the teachers. As he sat at the table and shook hands with a couple of people, his gaze returned to the front, where he met eyes with Dumbledore, who then tilted his cup and smiled.

"Stephanie Potter." Happy for her brother, she slowly approached the stool, smiling at McGonagall before setting herself down. She felt the weight of the hat as soon as it touched her head.

"Potter again, eh?" The hat says. "Courageous and very cunning but, you've also got your wits about you, I see. This is a tough one. Prepare yourselves...Slytherin!"

Everyone gasps, including the teachers. Stephanie instantly smiles but then soon realises as she hops off the stool, that her brother is in another house. Chloe and Grace welcome her but Draco doesn't look so thrilled.

"Jessica Weasley." She looks at Ron nervously, but he just nudges her forwards. She sits on the stool and warily looks up at the hat.

"Oh, another Weasley? Very accomplished and determined, I see, but also sharp-minded. Where to put you." The hat hums in concentration. "Any suggestions?"

She shrugs, unsure of what to say.

"Oh, wait, I've got it!" The hat perks up. "Slytherin, no doubt!"

Jessica's reaction mirrored Stephanie's, her gaze landed on Ron standing in the small crowd before her, he didn't look as happy as she did. That's when it hit her, she wasn't in the same house as her brothers and she was in the house, they despised. She walked to the table, avoiding all eyes until she sat down with Stephanie, Grace and Chloe.

"Oh, so now we have a mudblood and a blood traitor." Draco dramatically says, as he throws his hands in the air to add effect.

"Draco!" Chloe hisses.

"What did you just say?!" Stephanie growls, as she rises to her feet, a dark, deadly aura about her. Draco shrunk back into his seat, beside Crabbe and Goyle, who have also been sorted into Slytherin.

"Ron Weasley." Ron walked away from the decreasing group and had the hat placed upon his head.

"Another Weasley, jeez, we've got enough troublemakers." The hat sighs but continues. "I know just what to do with you. Gryffindor!"

Yet again, the Gryffindors roared in claps and shouts as they welcomed him, he had practically bolted over.

After everyone was sorted, Neville into Gryffindor, among others, McGonagall gained the students attention by hitting her glass gently with her cutlery. "May I have your attention please."

On cue, Dumbledore stands up. "Let the feast...begin."

An amount if food beyond imagination appeared, along with ghosts and floating candles. They all got to know their fellow house members, for better or worse. Some were more happy than others that night.

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