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Draco's POV
I must say, I expected more out of Potter, but he turned out to be a brat. I guess I should have known, after all he's a celebrity. All he did was live. I lived too and do I get any recognition. No. So why should he. Then there was that Di Angelo kid, he unnerved me. When I first came into the compartment, I didn't notice him but when I did, there was just something about him that unsettled me. So I did the first thing I thought of, insulted him of course. What I didn't expect was the insolence he responded with. I mean, didn't he know who I was? Maybe he was muggle-born. I don't understand why Dumbledore didn't just refuse that sort, but after all, he was an old fool. Someday my father will dispose of him and put someone with brains in his place. If I was Headmaster of Hogwarts, they would be one of the first things to go, second only to Hagrid. That oaf took us on the boats across the lake, but Di Angelo falling in made up for his presence, so I guess it's okay. He led us up to the doors, raised his gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door. The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and my first thought was that she wasn't someone to mess with. She may look old, but I could respect the authority she seemed to hold. "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 big, but my parent's manor was far superior. The 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 was facing us, which I presume led to the upper floors. I like it, it reminded me a little of the grandeur of my own household, only without the accompanying coldness from father. We followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. I could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right - the rest of the school must already be here- but McGonagall showed us into an empty chamber off the hall. We crowded in, standing rather closer together than they usually would have done, peering about nervously. "Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "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. 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 your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room. The four houses are called 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 honour. 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 smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting." I looked around and watched as Potter nervously tried to flatten his hair. I saw Di Angelo watching me in mild disgust as I straightened my tie slightly, and I sneered at him in response. He himself did nothing to try and improve his looks, not that anything would have made him look good. "I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall "Please wait quietly." She left the chamber and Potter and Weasley started trading useless questions about what was to come. I knew I would be in Slytherin, after all it is the most superior house. Di Angelo and I seemed to be the only ones not completely terrified by the idea of walking through those doors. Maybe he was used to being judged by crowds of strangers, or maybe he just knew he would end up in the worst house, where he belongs. Just looking at him, I could tell he was talentless and poor. He's the type of person I would never associate myself with. Potter and Weasley stopped talking, and now hardly anyone was talking, bar that annoying brunette with the large front teeth, Granger, I think. She was whispering very fast about all the spells she had learnt and wondering which one she'd need. I curled my lip in distaste. She must be another mudblood. Any second now, Professor McGonagall would come back and lead me to my destiny. Just then, several people screamed, making me jump back and quickly look around for what made them scream. About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at us. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying, "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance-"
"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives all of us a bad name and you know, he's not even a ghost- I say, what are you all doing here?" The ghost speaking, who was wearing a ruff and tights, had suddenly noticed us. About time, I wasn't appreciating being ignored. None of us answered his question, I wasn't going to after they disrespected me for so long.
"New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at us. "About to be sorted, I suppose?" A few of us nodded mutely. "Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "My old house, you know." I didn't care if it was that fatties old house or not, I was going nowhere near it.
"Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start." Professor McGonagall had returned and about time too. I was starting to think she liked to keep me waiting. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall. "Now form a line," she told us, "and follow me." I got in line behind a girl with blonde hair and walked out of the chamber, back across the hall, through a pair of double doors and into the Great Hall. It was a splendid place. It was lit by thousands of candles which were floating in mid-air 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 us up there, so that we came to a halt in a line, facing the other students, with the teachers behind us. The hundreds of faces staring at us looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. I looked up and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. I heard Granger whisper, "It's bewitched to look like the 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. I looked down again as Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of us. On top of the stool, she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. All of us were staring at the hat and for a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth - 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 cap them all.
There's nothing in your head
The Sorting Hat can't 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. Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment. The sorting was about to begin.
A/N:
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