Disclaimer: I only own the plot , if any text from original source is used then they would belong to one and only J.K. Rowling. Hope You Like it.
The conversation shifted to the Hogwarts houses, sparking excitement and curiosity.
"I've got a feeling about the Sorting Ceremony," Neville said, his eyes sparkling.
"What do you think will happen?" Ron asked.
Neville's expression turned thoughtful. "My parents and gran were all in Gryffindor, but I don't think I'll be brave enough for that."
Hermione's brow furrowed. "What makes you say that?"
Neville shrugged. "I'm just not...daring, like they were. I think I'd be better suited for Hufflepuff."
Harry nodded understandingly. "Hufflepuff's not bad, Neville. They're loyal and hardworking."
Hermione chimed in, her voice filled with conviction. "I think Gryffindor's the best, of course."
Ron chuckled. "No surprise there."
Hermione smiled. "But Ravenclaw wouldn't be bad either. I've always been fascinated by the mysteries of magic."
Neville's eyes widened. "You think you'll be a Ravenclaw?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, I think I'll be Gryffindor. But Ravenclaw's values – intelligence, wisdom – are important too."
Ron chimed in, his expression thoughtful.
"Hermione, you could easily be in either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw," Ron said. "You're clever and brave."
Hermione smiled, her eyes sparkling.
Neville nodded in agreement, but Ron turned to him.
"And Neville, you're brave too," Ron said. "You just don't know it yet."
Neville's eyes widened, uncertainty still etched on his face.
Ron continued, "Besides, Hufflepuff's a great house too. They're loyal and hardworking."
Harry nodded in agreement.
Ron grinned mischievously. "Personally, I want to be in Gryffindor, like my family."
Hermione smiled. "I can see you as a Gryffindor."
Ron nodded. "But Hufflepuff would be good too. Any house would be good, really...except one."
His expression turned serious.
"Slytherin," Ron spat. "All the bad wizards are in that house."
Neville's eyes widened. "Really?"
Ron nodded. "Think about it – Voldemort, the Death Eaters...they all came from Slytherin."
Hermione frowned. "That's not entirely fair. Houses don't define people."
Ron shrugged. "Maybe not, but Slytherin's got a bad reputation."
Harry's thoughts turned to the Dark Lord.
"I don't want to be in Slytherin," Neville said, shuddering.
Ron chuckled. "Don't worry, mate. You'll be in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, mark my words."
The compartment fell silent, each lost in their own thoughts about the Hogwarts houses.
Harry's thoughtful expression sparked a contemplative atmosphere.
"I don't think that, Ron," Harry said, his voice measured. "Slytherin's not inherently bad. It's just that some of them turned dark recently."
Ron's eyebrows shot up. "What do you mean?"
Harry leaned forward. "Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, she's a Slytherin."
Hermione's eyes widened. "Really?"
Harry nodded. "And it's not just Slytherin. There are brave Hufflepuffs, twisted Gryffindors, good Slytherins, and even stupid Ravenclaws."
Neville chuckled. "You're right, Harry."
Harry's gaze swept across the compartment.
"It's not the houses that define us, it's our choices," Harry said, conviction etched in his voice.
Ron nodded slowly. "I never thought of it that way."
Hermione smiled. "You're absolutely right, Harry."
Harry shrugged. "Personally, I don't mind which house I'm in."
Neville's eyes sparkled. "You'd make a great member of any house, Harry."
Harry's expression turned humble. "Thanks, Neville."
The compartment fell silent, each lost in thought.
Ron spoke up, his voice filled with newfound understanding. "You know, Harry, I think I was wrong about Slytherin."
Harry smiled. "It's okay, Ron. We all have prejudices."
Hermione nodded vigorously. "And we're learning to overcome them."
As the train rumbled on, the group's perspective on the Hogwarts houses shifted.
The compartment door slid open, and three unfamiliar boys stood in the doorway.
"Mind if we join you?" one of them asked, his blond hair perfectly styled.
Harry's instincts prickled as he recognized the arrogant boy from Diagon Alley.
"I'm Draco Malfoy," the boy said, his eyes scanning the compartment.
"This is Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle," he added, nodding towards his companions.
Harry introduced himself and his friends, but Draco's gaze lingered on Neville and Ron.
"Potter," Draco said, his voice dripping with condescension. "I think we met before...no, perhaps not."
Harry's eyes narrowed. "We met at Diagon Alley."
Draco's expression didn't falter. "Ah, yes...must have slipped my mind."
Ron bristled, but Harry remained calm.
Draco's smile turned patronizing. "You should befriend me, Potter. I can show you the...better sort of wizarding families."
His gaze swept disdainfully over Neville and Ron.
"Some families are, of course, more...esteemed than others," Draco said, his voice laced with malice.
"You shouldn't associate with...wrong sorts," Draco added, his eyes lingering on Neville and Ron.
Harry's face remained neutral, but his eyes flashed with annoyance.
Draco's gaze swept over Ron and Neville, his expression disdainful.
"Red hair, hand-me-down robes...you must be a Weasley," Draco said, his voice dripping with malice.
Ron's face flushed, but he remained silent.
"And you," Draco said, turning to Neville, "must be a Longbottom."
Neville's eyes narrowed, but he didn't respond.
Draco's smile twisted. "These are exactly the wrong sorts you should avoid, Potter."
His gaze shifted to Hermione, his eyes flashing with disdain.
"And, of course, you definitely shouldn't be friends with...Muggleborns like her," Draco said, his voice laced with contempt.
Hermione's eyes sparkled with indignation.
"Mudblood," Draco spat, his voice venomous.
Harry's face remained calm, but his eyes flashed with anger.
"I think I can sort out my own friends, thanks," Harry said, his tone even.
Draco's expression darkened, his face reddening.
"You're choosing the wrong way, Potter," Draco sneered. "You'll end up just like your parents – useless and dead."
Ron's eyes blazed with fury, and he sprang to his feet.
"Shut up!" Ron shouted.
Neville grasped Hermione's hand, comforting her as tears welled up in her eyes.
"How dare you!" Neville exclaimed, his voice trembling with rage.
Hermione's body shook with sobs, and Neville wrapped his arms around her.
Draco's smirk faltered for a moment before he regained his composure.
"And I hear you're friends with that gamekeeper, Hagrid," Draco sneered. "He's a half-giant, a freak."
The compartment's atmosphere reached a boiling point as Draco's insults continued.
But it was too much. Harry's anger simmered, his emotions on the verge of exploding.
Suddenly, the lights began to flicker, and the windows slid open with a loud creak.
Strong winds whipped through the compartment, sending papers and robes flying.
Outside, dark clouds gathered, and rain poured down in torrents.
Thunder boomed, shaking the train.
No one suspected that Harry's rising temper was the catalyst for the chaotic weather.
Hermione clutched Neville's arm, frightened.
Ron stared at Harry, concern etched on his face.
"Harry, calm down!" Ron urged.
Harry took a deep breath, struggling to rein in his emotions.
"Just leave," Harry growled, his voice low and menacing.
Draco's eyes widened, fear creeping onto his face.
For a moment, he forgot his arrogance.
With a swift nod, Draco turned and fled, Crabbe and Goyle close behind.
The compartment door slammed shut, and the storm subsided as suddenly as it began.
The lights stopped flickering, and the windows slid closed.
An uneasy silence fell over the group.
Hermione's tears slowed, replaced by worry.
"Harry, are you okay?" she asked softly.
Harry's chest heaved as he fought to calm himself.
"I'm fine," Harry said finally, his voice still shaking.
Ron's eyes remained fixed on Harry.
"That was...weird," Neville said, breaking the silence.
Harry's gaze drifted out the window, his thoughts swirling.
"What just happened?" Hermione whispered.
Hermione's eyes searched Harry's face, seeking answers.
"Harry, what just happened?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Harry shook his head. "I don't know," he admitted. "It's never happened before."
Ron nodded in agreement. "That was freaky."
Neville's eyes widened. "And it started when Malfoy insulted your parents."
Harry's jaw clenched. "He didn't just insult my parents. He insulted Hagrid, Neville, Ron, and you too, Hermione."
Hermione's face fell, tears welling up again.
Harry immediately turned to her, his expression softening.
"Hermione, don't listen to him," Harry said gently. "You're amazing. You're going to do great things."
He offered her a reassuring smile.
"There's no need to take Draco's comments seriously," Harry continued. "He's just trying to hurt us."
Hermione sniffled, wiping away tears.
"You're right, Harry," she said, her voice strengthening.
Ron nodded vigorously. "We're all behind you, Hermione."
Neville wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
"We're a team," Neville said. "No one can bring us down."
Harry's eyes locked onto Hermione's.
"You're talented, brave, and brilliant," Harry said. "Don't let anyone make you feel otherwise."
Hermione's smile faltered, but then she nodded, determination shining in her eyes.
"Thanks, Harry," she said, her voice filled with gratitude.
The compartment fell silent, the tension dissipating as the group rallied around Hermione.
The compartment was shrouded in silence, each of Harry's friends lost in their own thoughts.
Harry's mind raced, replaying the events that had just unfolded.
"What just happened?" Harry wondered, his thoughts swirling.
He had been angry, furious even, but what was that strange phenomenon with the wind, thunder, and rain?
"It wasn't just my anger," Harry thought, trying to make sense of it.
He recalled the strange occurrences at the Dursleys' – the broken glass, the cutting of the snake's enclosure – and now this.
"Is it connected?" Harry pondered.
He glanced around the compartment, ensuring his friends were calm.
Ron was watching him, a curious expression on his face.
Neville and Hermione sat together, her eyes still red-rimmed but composed.
Harry's thoughts turned inward again.
"Could it be magic?" Harry wondered.
He knew he was a wizard, but he had never exhibited control over the weather.
"Or was it just a coincidence?" Harry questioned.
The silence in the compartment seemed to grow thicker, punctuated only by the rhythmic clacking of the train's wheels.
Harry's eyes gazed out the window, the rolling countryside a blur as his mind struggled to grasp the mystery.
"What's happening to me?" Harry thought, a mix of excitement and trepidation swirling within.
Harry's thoughts drifted back to his conversation with Hagrid, and a peculiar statement caught his attention.
Hagrid had said, "You're famous in the wizarding world, Harry...because you're the only one who survived a killing curse from Voldemort."
Harry's eyes widened as he recalled the phrase.
"The Boy Who Lived," Harry thought, the weight of those words settling upon him.
He also remembered Gunny's words about his unusual ability.
"You're a Parselmouth, Harry," Ginnyhad said. "You can speak to snakes."
A shiver ran down Harry's spine as he pondered the implications.
Some whispers in the wizarding world suggested that Voldemort had attacked the Potters because their son – Harry – was suspected to be the next Dark Lord.
"Is it true?" Harry wondered, a thread of doubt creeping into his mind.
"Am I destined for darkness?" Harry asked himself, his heart racing.
He thought about his anger, the unpredictable outbursts, and the strange connection to the weather.
"Does it mean I'm like Voldemort?" Harry's thoughts swirled with fear.
Ron's voice broke the silence, "Harry, you okay? You look pale."
Harry's gaze snapped back to his friends, his expression masking his inner turmoil.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry said, forcing a smile.
But his mind continued to wrestle with the haunting question:
"Am I destined for darkness, or can I choose my own path?"
Harry's unease grew, his thoughts consumed by the haunting question.
Could he truly be destined for darkness?
Ron, Hermione, and Neville exchanged concerned glances, sensing Harry's turmoil.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Ron asked, his voice laced with worry.
Hermione and Neville chimed in unison, "Yes, Harry, you're scaring us."
Harry's eyes locked onto his friends, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Do you think...I'm dark?" Harry asked, his vulnerability exposed.
Ron, Hermione, and Neville exchanged shocked glances before responding in unison.
"No, Harry!" Ron exclaimed.
"Of course not!" Hermione added.
"You're one of the kindest people we know," Neville reassured.
Harry's tension eased slightly, but his eyes still held a hint of uncertainty.
"There's something I haven't told you," Harry said, his voice hesitant.
Ron, Hermione, and Neville leaned in, intrigued.
"I'm a Parselmouth," Harry revealed, his voice barely audible.
Ron's eyes widened. "What does that mean?"
Hermione's brow furrowed. "You can speak to snakes?"
Neville's eyes sparkled. "That's amazing!"
Harry's gaze dropped, his voice laced with concern.
"Only Ginny knows...and I'm worried what others will think."
Ron placed a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder.
"We're your friends, Harry. We won't judge you."
Hermione nodded vigorously. "We trust you, no matter what."
Neville smiled. "Being a Parselmouth doesn't make you dark, Harry."
Harry's face relaxed, his friends' acceptance washing over him like a balm.
As the train rumbled on, the announcement echoed through the corridors: "Hogwarts Station, approaching."
Hermione stood up, smiling. "I'll leave you boys to change into your robes."
She slipped out of the compartment, closing the door behind her.
Ron began to change, but Neville's eyes widened as Harry shed his Muggle clothes.
"Blimey, Harry!" Neville exclaimed. "You're...muscular."
Ron chuckled. "Exercise, Neville. It does wonders."
Harry's face flushed slightly, but he grinned. "Just trying to stay active."
Neville's gaze lingered, surprised by Harry's physique.
"I hadn't realized..." Neville trailed off.
Harry laughed. "Don't worry, Neville. I won't hurt you."
Ron snickered. "Yeah, unless you're a Slytherin Quidditch player."
The boys bantered as they changed into their Hogwarts robes.
Harry's robes fit perfectly, the black fabric accentuating his athletic build.
Neville, still looking a bit awestruck, asked, "Harry, how did you...?"
Harry shrugged. "Just genetics, I suppose."
Ron rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Modest, as always."
The compartment door slid open, and Hermione returned, looking elegant in her robes.
"Ready, boys?" she asked, surveying their transformed appearances.
Harry, Ron, and Neville nodded, grinning.
The train slowed, and the announcement echoed again: "Hogwarts Station. Arrival."
Excitement coursed through the compartment as the boys prepared to disembark.
Their first year at Hogwarts was about to begin.
As the train came to a halt, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville gathered their belongings and followed the throngs of students onto the platform.
The sign above the station read "Hogsmeade" in bold letters.
The group's eyes widened as they took in the charming village, nestled in the Scottish Highlands.
"First years! Over here!" a booming voice echoed through the station.
Hagrid, the gamekeeper, stood waving, his massive frame and wild hair unmistakable.
Harry's face lit up with a grin as he sprinted towards Hagrid.
"Hagrid!" Harry exclaimed, throwing his arms around the gamekeeper's waist.
Hagrid chuckled, lifting Harry off the ground in a bear hug.
"Ah, Harry me lad! Welcome to Hogwarts!" Hagrid said, his eyes twinkling.
Ron, Hermione, and Neville approached, smiling.
"Hello, Hagrid," Ron said, extending his hand.
Hagrid shook it, his massive hand engulfing Ron's.
"Welcome, all of yeh! I'll be takin' yeh to the boats.
"Boats?" Neville repeated, curiosity etched on his face.
As Hagrid led the first years to the lake's edge, the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow across the water.
"Tradition, this is," Hagrid said, gesturing to the waiting boats. "First years cross the lake, every year."
Harry, Neville, Ron, and Hermione climbed into one of the wooden boats, their excitement palpable.
Hagrid handed each boat a lantern, casting a soft, golden light across the water.
As they pushed off from the shore, the castle rose before them, its grandeur breathtaking.
The castle's towers and turrets pierced the night sky like a thousand shimmering stars.
Battlements and ramparts seemed to stretch on forever, their stone walls glowing silver in the moonlight.
Windows ablaze with warm, golden light, like a thousand fireflies dancing across the facade.
"Wow," Hermione whispered, her eyes wide with wonder.
"It's incredible," Ron breathed.
Neville's gaze was fixed on the highest tower. "Look, the Gryffindor lion."
Harry's eyes roamed the castle's exterior, drinking in every detail.
"I feel like I'm dreaming," Harry said, his voice barely audible.
The boat glided smoothly across the lake, the only sound the gentle lapping of water against the hull.
As they approached the castle's entrance, a majestic archway loomed above them.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," Hagrid's voice called out from another boat.
The group's eyes shone with excitement, anticipation building for the adventures ahead.
"Whoa," Ron whispered, as the boat passed beneath the archway.
The darkness enveloped them, and suddenly they were inside the castle walls.
Professor McGonagall emerged from the shadows, her eyes shining with a warm welcome. She gestured for the first years to follow her.
"Come along, students," McGonagall said, leading them to a dimly lit corridor.
As they walked, the air grew thick with the scent of old books and polished wood.
McGonagall stopped before a large tapestry, depicting the Hogwarts crest.
"Here, you will learn about the heart of Hogwarts: our four houses," McGonagall began.
"Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff. Each house has its own distinct qualities, values, and traditions."
"Gryffindor values courage, bravery, and determination," McGonagall explained.
"Their colors are scarlet and gold, and their animal symbol is the lion."
"Slytherin, on the other hand, prizes ambition, cunning, and resourcefulness," McGonagall continued.
"Their colors are green and silver, and their symbol is the snake."
"Ravenclaw cherishes intelligence, wisdom, and creativity," McGonagall said.
"Their colors are blue and bronze, and their symbol is the eagle."
"Hufflepuff, the most unsung of our houses, values hard work, loyalty, and fairness," McGonagall added.
"Their colors are yellow and black, and their symbol is the badger."
McGonagall paused, surveying the group.
"You will be sorted into your respective houses shortly. But first, let me explain the importance of house points and the House Cup."
"The House Cup is awarded to the house with the most points at the end of the year," McGonagall explained.
"Points are earned through academic achievement, bravery, and kindness. Helping others, standing up for what is right, and demonstrating exceptional skills will all earn points."
"Conversely, points can be lost through misbehavior, cheating, or dishonesty," McGonagall cautioned.
"Remember, your actions reflect not only on yourself but also on your house."
After finishing her explanation, McGonagall smiled.
"Now, I must leave you for a moment. The Great Hall is being prepared for the Sorting Ceremony."
"Please, wait here until I return. It won't be long," McGonagall instructed.
With that, McGonagall turned and disappeared into the darkness, leaving the first years to ponder their impending sorting.
The group exchanged nervous glances, their minds racing with questions.
"What house will I be in?" Harry wondered.
"Will I make friends?" Neville asked himself.
Hermione took a deep breath.
"I'll just be myself," she thought.
Ron grinned.
"Let's get sorted already!" he whispered to Harry.
The darkness seemed to grow thicker, the silence heavy with anticipation.
Their Hogwarts journey was about to begin.
Harry glanced around, noticing the anxiety etched on every face. Everyone was worried about the sorting ceremony.
Hermione sat with her eyes closed, muttering spells under her breath.
"Wingardium Leviosa...Impervius...Alohomora," she whispered.
Ron leaned in close to Neville, his voice barely audible.
"Fred told me it's not just the sorting," Ron said, his brow furrowed.
"What do you mean?" Neville asked, his eyes wide.
"I don't know, but he said it's painful," Ron replied.
"Painful?" Neville repeated, alarm creeping into his voice.
"Yeah, like...like getting pierced with a needle or something, or may fighing a troll." Ron whispered.
Hermione's eyes snapped open.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, concern etched on her face.
"Fred told Ron that the sorting ceremony is painful," Neville explained.
Hermione's brow furrowed.
"But that can't be right," she said.
"I've read all about Hogwarts, and there's no mention of pain," Hermione added.
"Maybe it's a secret," Ron suggested.
"No, I'm sure it's just a rumor," Hermione reassured.
Neville looked uncertain.
"Do you think it's true?" he asked Ron.
Ron shrugged.
"I don't know, but Fred wouldn't joke about something like that," Ron said.
The conversation swirled around Harry, but he remained silent.
Would he be sorted into the "right" house?
"I hope it's not painful," Neville said.
"I'm sure it's fine," Hermione tried to reassure.
Ron nodded.
"Fred said it's worth it, whatever it is."
Before Harry could utter a word, the atmosphere shifted. Hundreds of ghosts began streaming through the walls, their ethereal forms undulating like mist. Harry's eyes widened as he recognized some of the ghosts from the stories he had read.
"I'm telling you, Peeves has gone too far this time," the Fat Friar said, shaking his head. "Stealing Professor McGonagall's favorite quill? Unacceptable," Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington agreed. The White Lady sighed. "Peeves has always been a handful."
The Bloody Baron chuckled. "Ah, but that's what makes him so entertaining." Harry sensed that the ghosts were deliberately ignoring the students. It was as if they existed in a separate realm, one that intersected with but didn't acknowledge the living.
Ron and Hermione exchanged bewildered glances. Neville's eyes were fixed on the ghosts, his expression awestruck. "Did that just happen?" Ron whispered. Hermione nodded. "We're really not in the Muggle world anymore," she said.
Harry's gaze lingered on the spot where the ghosts vanished. He felt as though he was glimpsing a hidden world, one that existed alongside but separate from his own. The students remained frozen, unsure how to react.
The ghosts' disregard for them was unsettling, yet fascinating. "What just happened?" Neville asked, his voice barely audible. No one answered. They simply stood there, absorbing the strange encounter.
The ghosts reappeared, floating back into the corridor with an air of nonchalance.
"Ah, welcome, first years!" the Fat Friar boomed, his voice warm and welcoming.
"Indeed, welcome to Hogwarts!" Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington added, his partially severed head grinning.
The White Lady smiled gently. "We don't often get to meet new students."
The Bloody Baron nodded curtly. "You'll do well to remember our faces."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged wary glances, still unsure about the ghosts' intentions.
"Um, thank you," Harry said, trying to sound polite.
"We're, uh, excited to be here," Ron added.
Hermione asked, "Excuse me, sir, can you tell us more about the sorting ceremony?"
The Fat Friar chuckled. "Ah, all in good time, my dear."
Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington winked. "You'll find out soon enough."
The White Lady's expression turned enigmatic. "Let's just say it's a tradition unlike any other."
The Bloody Baron's gaze seemed to pierce through them. "You'll learn to respect the sorting."
The ghosts' cryptic responses only deepened the mystery surrounding the sorting ceremony.
"What's going on?" Neville whispered to Ron.
"I don't know," Ron whispered back, "but I think we're in for a surprise."
Hermione's eyes sparkled with determination. "I'll figure it out."
The ghosts continued to chat with the students, sharing stories about Hogwarts' history and legends, but carefully avoiding any mention of the sorting process.
As they conversed, Harry couldn't shake off the feeling that the ghosts were hiding something.
"What's the secret?" Harry wondered.
Only time would reveal the truth.
As the ghosts floated away, Harry's mind returned to his conversation with Madam Malkin, the Hogwarts robe maker.
He remembered asking her about the sorting ceremony, and her reassuring words came flooding back.
"I told Madam Malkin I was worried about the sorting," Harry said to Ron, Hermione, and Neville.
"What did she say?" Ron asked, curiosity etched on his face.
"She said it's the sorting hat that decides," Harry replied.
Hermione's eyes lit up. "That makes sense."
Neville exhaled, relief evident on his face. "So, it's not something painful, like Ron's brother said."
Ron chuckled. "Guess Fred was just trying to scare me."
The tension dissipated, replaced by a sense of excitement and curiosity.
The four friends shared a laugh, feeling more at ease.
"Look at them," Hermione said, nodding toward the other nervous students.
"They're freaking out," Ron whispered, grinning.
Neville smiled. "We're the only ones who know the truth."
Harry smiled, feeling a sense of camaraderie with his friends.
"Let's just enjoy the show," Harry said, eyes twinkling.
Together, they watched as the other students fidgeted and whispered among themselves.
Their anxiety was palpable, but Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville remained calm, knowing the sorting hat held the key.
"I'm glad we know the secret," Hermione said, smiling.
"Me too," Ron agreed.
Neville nodded. "We're going to be just fine."
Harry grinned. "And who knows, maybe we'll all be in the same house."
Professor McGonagall swept into the corridor, her eyes scanning the group.
"Time to smarten yourselves up, first years!" McGonagall exclaimed. "The sorting ceremony is about to begin."
The students hastily adjusted their robes, smoothing out wrinkles and straightening ties.
McGonagall's gaze lingered on them, ensuring they were presentable.
"Satisfactory," she said, nodding. "Now, follow me."
She led them to the Great Hall, the doors swinging open to reveal a breathtaking sight.
The Great Hall stretched out before them, its ceiling vanishing into darkness.
Long wooden tables, laden with golden plates, goblets, and silverware, filled the room.
The walls were adorned with enchanted candles, casting a warm, ethereal glow.
Banners bearing the Hogwarts crest and the four house symbols – Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff – hung from the rafters.
The room was abuzz with students, their faces a kaleidoscope of excitement and nerves.
First years, distinguishable by their wide eyes and awkward grins, clustered near the entrance.
Older students, confident and chattering, claimed their seats at the house tables.
"Welcome to the Great Hall," McGonagall said, her voice carrying above the din.
Harry's eyes widened as he took in the splendor.
"Blimey," Ron breathed.
Hermione's gaze danced across the room. "It's incredible."
Neville's eyes shone. "I've never seen anything like it."
McGonagall guided them to the front of the hall, where a solitary stool and the Sorting Hat awaited.
The hat, an ancient, tattered artifact, seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy.
"Shortly, you will be sorted into your respective houses," McGonagall announced.
The room fell silent, anticipation building.
Harry felt his heart pounding in his chest.
The sorting ceremony was about to begin.
Professor McGonagall's voice rang out across the Great Hall, silencing the murmurs.
McGonagall smiled. "Now, let the sorting begin."
The Sorting Hat, perched atop the stool, began to stir. It quivered, shook, and then, in a voice that was both ancient and ageless, sang:
"In Hogwarts' hallowed halls, I sit and ponder,
Where to place each eager young wonder.
Gryffindor's bravery, Slytherin's guile,
Ravenclaw's wisdom, Hufflepuff's gentle smile.
"Each house has its strengths, its own proud tale,
But which one suits you, that's my task to hail.
Courage, cunning, wit, or loyalty true,
I'll read your heart, and choose for you.
"In days of old, when magic was young,
The founders gathered, their legacy to be sung.
Gryffindor's lions, brave and bold,
Slytherin's snakes, cunning and cold.
"Ravenclaw's eagles, wise and knowing,
Hufflepuff's badgers, loyal and growing.
Each house unique, yet united we stand,
In Hogwarts' halls, where magic expands.
"The bravest hearts, the cleverest minds,
The loyal spirits, the noblest kinds.
I'll sort you now, into your rightful place,
Where friendships born, and memories embrace.
"First years, step forth, one by one, I pray,
And on this stool, your fate, I'll sway.
Don't fear the unknown, don't dread the test,
For in my wisdom, your path, I'll manifest.
"In Hogwarts' heart, your journey starts,
A path unwinding, where magic never parts.
So come forth, young ones, and claim your place,
In Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff's gentle space."
The hat's song ended, and the Great Hall erupted into applause. The students cheered, whistled, and stamped their feet, praising the Sorting Hat's performance.
The applause continued for several minutes, until Professor McGonagall raised her hands, signaling for silence.
The room gradually quieted, awaiting the start of the sorting ceremony.
Professor McGonagall took a scroll from the podium and unrolled it, scanning the list of names.
"Abbott, Hannah!" McGonagall called out, her voice echoing through the Great Hall.
A nervous-looking girl with curly brown hair and bright green eyes stood up from the front row.
Hannah Abbott's face was heart-shaped, with a smattering of freckles across her cheeks.
She wore a gentle smile, and her eyes sparkled with excitement as she made her way to the sorting stool.
"Good luck, Hannah," someone whispered from the crowd.
Hannah climbed onto the stool, her hands clutching the edges.
The Sorting Hat was placed on her head, and after a moment's pause, shouted:
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
The Hufflepuff table erupted into cheers and applause as Hannah made her way to join her new housemates.
McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Miss Abbott."
Hannah beamed, looking relieved and thrilled.
The Hufflepuffs welcomed her with open arms, patting her on the back and offering words of encouragement.
Professor McGonagall's eyes scanned the room, her gaze settling on the next student. "Bones, Susan!" McGonagall announced, her voice clear and authoritative.
Susan Bones, a tall and slender girl with long, straight blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, stood up. Her features were delicate, with high cheekbones and a small nose. A sprinkle of freckles across her nose added a touch of whimsy to her otherwise elegant face.
Susan's expression was calm and confident as she made her way to the sorting stool. "Good luck, Susan," someone whispered from the crowd.
She climbed onto the stool, her movements graceful. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head, and after a moment's pause, shouted: "HUFFLEPUFF!"
The Hufflepuff table erupted into cheers and applause once more, welcoming Susan to their ranks. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Miss Bones." Susan smiled, looking pleased, and joined Hannah Abbott at the Hufflepuff table.
The two girls exchanged warm smiles, already forming a connection.
Professor McGonagall's eyes scanned the room, her gaze settling on the next student. "Boot, Terry!" McGonagall announced.
Terry Boot, a boy with unruly black hair and bright, inquisitive brown eyes, stood up. His features were striking, with sharp cheekbones and a pointed chin. A scattering of acne across his forehead added a touch of adolescence to his otherwise intelligent face.
Terry's expression was eager as he made his way to the sorting stool. "Good luck, Terry!" someone called out.
He climbed onto the stool, his movements fluid. The Sorting Hat was placed on his head, and after a moment's pause, shouted: "RAVENCLAW!"
The Ravenclaw table erupted into applause, welcoming Terry to their ranks. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Boot."
Terry grinned, looking thrilled, and made his way to the Ravenclaw table. "Well done!" a Ravenclaw student exclaimed.
Terry's eyes sparkled as he took his seat among his new housemates. "Thanks!" he replied.
Professor McGonagall announced, "Brocklehurst, Mandy!"
Mandy, a girl with curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes, stood up. She had delicate features and a warm smile.
"Good luck, Mandy!" someone whispered.
Mandy climbed onto the stool. The Sorting Hat shouted: "RAVENCLAW!"
The Ravenclaws applauded, welcoming Mandy. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Miss Brocklehurst."
Mandy joined Terry Boot at the Ravenclaw table, beaming.
Professor McGonagall's eyes scanned the room, her gaze settling on the next student. "Brown, Lavender!" McGonagall announced.
Lavender Brown, a girl with rich, dark skin and striking Afro-textured hair, stood up. Her features were vibrant, with full lips and expressive brown eyes. A sprinkle of glitter on her cheeks added a touch of playfulness to her otherwise radiant face.
Lavender's expression was eager as she made her way to the sorting stool. "Good luck, Lavender!" a friend called out.
She climbed onto the stool, her movements confident. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head, and after a moment's pause, shouted: "GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table erupted into cheers and applause, welcoming Lavender to their ranks. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Miss Brown."
Lavender grinned, looking thrilled, and made her way to the Gryffindor table. "Welcome to Gryffindor!" Ron Weasley exclaimed.
"Thanks, !" Lavender replied.
Professor McGonagall announced, "Bulstrode, Millicent!"
Millicent, a girl with curly blonde hair and piercing grey eyes, stood up. She had sharp features and an athletic build.
"You'll do great, Millicent!" someone whispered.
The Sorting Hat was placed on her head and shouted: "SLYTHERIN!"
Slytherins applauded, welcoming Millicent. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Miss Bulstrode."
"Well done, Millicent," Draco Malfoy said.
Professor McGonagall's eyes scanned the room, her gaze settling on the next student. "Corner, Michael!" McGonagall announced.
Michael Corner, a boy with messy, sandy-blond hair and bright, inquisitive blue eyes, stood up. His features were gentle, with a small nose and full lips. A scattering of freckles across his cheeks added a touch of warmth to his otherwise thoughtful face.
Michael's expression was calm as he made his way to the sorting stool. "Good luck, Michael!" a friend called out.
He climbed onto the stool, his movements relaxed. The Sorting Hat was placed on his head, and after a moment's pause, shouted: "RAVENCLAW!"
The Ravenclaws erupted into applause, welcoming Michael to their ranks. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Corner."
Michael smiled, looking pleased, and joined his new housemates. "Welcome to Ravenclaw!" Terry Boot exclaimed.
"Thanks, Terry!" Michael replied, taking his seat beside him.
Professor McGonagall announced, "Cornfoot, Stephan!"
Stephan, a boy with short, dark hair and piercing green eyes, stood up. He had sharp features and a tall, lean frame.
"Good luck, Stephan!" someone whispered.
The Sorting Hat shouted: "RAVENCLAW!"
Ravenclaws applauded, welcoming Stephan. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Cornfoot."
"Welcome to Ravenclaw!" Mandy Brocklehurst said.
"Thanks!" Stephan replied.
Professor McGonagall's eyes scanned the room, her gaze settling on the next student. "Crabbe, Vincent!" McGonagall announced.
Vincent Crabbe, a large and imposing boy with a thick, muscular build, stood up. His features were coarse, with a flat nose and small, beady eyes. His short, blond hair was messy and unkempt.
Vincent's expression was sullen as he made his way to the sorting stool. "Good luck, Crabbe," someone muttered.
He climbed onto the stool, his movements clumsy. The Sorting Hat was placed on his head, and after a moment's pause, shouted: "SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherins erupted into applause, welcoming Vincent to their ranks. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Crabbe."
Vincent grinned, looking pleased, and joined Millicent Bulstrode at the Slytherin table. "Well done, Crabbe," Draco Malfoy said.
"Thanks, Malfoy," Vincent replied, taking his seat beside him.Professor McGonagall's eyes scanned the room, her gaze settling on the next student. "Davis, Tracey!" McGonagall announced.
Tracey Davis, a girl with long, curly brown hair and bright, ambitious brown eyes, stood up. Her features were refined, with high cheekbones and a small, pointed nose. Her slender figure and elegant demeanor commanded attention.
Tracey's expression was confident as she made her way to the sorting stool. "Good luck, Tracey!" a friend called out.
She climbed onto the stool, her movements graceful. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head, and after a moment's pause, shouted: "SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherins erupted into applause, welcoming Tracey to their ranks. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Miss Davis."
Tracey smiled, looking satisfied, and joined Vincent Crabbe at the Slytherin table. "Welcome to Slytherin," Millicent Bulstrode said.
Professor McGonagall announced, "Entwhistle, Kevin!"
Kevin, a boy with messy blonde hair and bright blue eyes, stood up. He had freckles and a lanky frame.
"Good luck, Kevin!" someone whispered.
The Sorting Hat shouted: "RAVENCLAW!"
Ravenclaws applauded, welcoming Kevin. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Entwhistle."
"Welcome to Ravenclaw!" Mandy Brocklehurst said.
"Cheers, thanks!" Kevin replied.
Professor McGonagall's eyes scanned the room, her gaze settling on the next student. "Finch-Fletchley, Justin!" McGonagall announced.
Justin Finch-Fletchley, a boy with neat, dark hair and warm, hazel eyes, stood up. His features were gentle, with a small nose and full lips. His slight frame and nervous demeanor betrayed his anxiety.
Justin's expression was tense as he made his way to the sorting stool. "Good luck, Justin!" a friend called out.
He climbed onto the stool, his movements hesitant. The Sorting Hat was placed on his head, and after a moment's pause, shouted: "HUFFLEPUFF!"
The Hufflepuffs erupted into applause, welcoming Justin to their ranks. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Finch-Fletchley."
Justin exhaled, looking relieved, and joined his new housemates. "Welcome to Hufflepuff!" Susan Bones said.
"Thanks, I'm really happy," Justin replied, taking his seat beside Hannah Abbott.
Professor McGonagall's eyes scanned the room, her gaze settling on the next student. "Finnigan, Seamus!" McGonagall announced.
Seamus Finnigan, a boy with unruly, carrot-orange hair and bright, freckled complexion, stood up. His features were lively, with a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and a mischievous grin. His compact frame and energetic demeanor radiated enthusiasm.
Seamus's expression was hopeful as he made his way to the sorting stool. "You'll do great, Seamus!" Dean Thomas called out.
He climbed onto the stool, his movements lively. The Sorting Hat was placed on his head, and after a moment's pause, shouted: "GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindors erupted into applause, welcoming Seamus to their ranks. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Finnigan."
Seamus beamed, looking thrilled, and joined his new housemates. "Welcome to Gryffindor!"
"Brilliant! Thanks, !" Seamus replied, taking his seat .
Professor McGonagall announced, "Goldstein, Anthony!"
Anthony, a boy with messy brown hair and piercing eyes, stood up.
"Good luck, Anthony!" Terry Boot whispered.
The Sorting Hat shouted: "RAVENCLAW!"
Ravenclaws applauded. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Goldstein."
"Welcome to Ravenclaw!" Michael Corner said.
"Thanks, I'm honored," Anthony replied.
Professor McGonagall's eyes scanned the room, her gaze settling on the next student. "Goyle, Gregory!" McGonagall announced.
Gregory Goyle, a large and imposing boy with a thick, muscular build, stood up. His features were coarse, with a flat nose and small, cruel eyes. His short, blond hair was slicked back, revealing a menacing scowl.
Gregory's expression was arrogant as he made his way to the sorting stool. "You'll make a great Slytherin, Goyle!" Draco Malfoy called out.
He climbed onto the stool, his movements clumsy. The Sorting Hat was placed on his head, and after a moment's pause, shouted: "SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherins erupted into applause, welcoming Gregory to their ranks. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Goyle."
Gregory grinned, looking smug, and joined his new housemates. "Well done, Goyle," Vincent Crabbe said.
"Thanks, Crabbe. Knew I'd make it," Gregory replied, taking his seat beside him.
Professor McGonagall's eyes scanned the room, her gaze settling on the next student. "Granger, Hermione!" McGonagall announced.
Before Hermione stood up, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Neville Longbottom wished her luck. "Good luck, Hermione!" Harry whispered.
"You'll be brilliant!" Ron added.
"Go, Hermione!" Neville encouraged.
Hermione Granger, a bright-eyed girl with bushy, curly brown hair and a determined expression, stood up. Her features were delicate, with a small nose and full lips. Her petite frame belied her sharp intellect and confident demeanor.
Hermione's face was set with determination as she made her way to the sorting stool. She climbed onto the stool, her movements precise. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head, and after a moment's pause, shouted: "GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindors erupted into applause, welcoming Hermione to their ranks. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Miss Granger."
Hermione beamed, looking thrilled, and joined her new housemates. "Welcome to Gryffindor!" Ron exclaimed.
"Thanks, Ron! I'm so happy!" Hermione replied, taking her seat.
Professor McGonagall's eyes scanned the room, her gaze settling on the next student. "Greengrass, Daphne!" McGonagall announced.
Daphne Greengrass, a refined girl with long, silvery-blonde hair and piercing, emerald-green eyes, stood up. Her features were elegant, with high cheekbones, a slender nose, and full lips. Her slender figure and poised demeanor exuded confidence and nobility.
Daphne's expression was calm and collected as she made her way to the sorting stool. "Good luck, Daphne," a classmate whispered.
She climbed onto the stool, her movements graceful. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head, and after a moment's pause, shouted: "SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherins erupted into applause, welcoming Daphne to their ranks. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Miss Greengrass."
Daphne smiled, looking satisfied, and joined her new housemates. "Welcome to Slytherin," Millicent said.
"Thank you, Millicent," Daphne replied, taking her seat beside .
Professor McGonagall's next call was met with anticipation. "Hopkins, Wayne!" McGonagall announced.
Wayne Hopkins, a boy with short, sandy-brown hair and warm, brown eyes, stood up. He walked confidently to the sorting stool.
The Sorting Hat was placed on his head, and after a brief pause, shouted: "HUFFLEPUFF!"
The Hufflepuffs applauded, welcoming Wayne to their ranks. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Hopkins."
"Welcome to Hufflepuff!" Susan Bones exclaimed.
"Cheers, thanks!" Wayne replied, taking his seat beside Hannah Abbott.
Next, McGonagall called out, "Jones, Megan!"
Megan Jones, a girl with curly, dark hair and bright, hazel eyes, stood up. She made her way to the sorting stool, her movements eager.
The Sorting Hat was placed on her head, and after a moment's pause, shouted: "HUFFLEPUFF!"
The Hufflepuffs applauded once more, delighted to welcome Megan. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Miss Jones."
"Brilliant! Welcome!" Wayne Hopkins said.
Megan grinned, joining her new housemates.
Finally, McGonagall announced, "Li, Sue!"
Sue Li, a quiet girl with straight, black hair and piercing, brown eyes, stood up. Her features were delicate, with a small nose and full lips.
The Sorting Hat was placed on her head, and after a brief pause, shouted: "RAVENCLAW!"
The Ravenclaws erupted into applause, welcoming Sue to their ranks. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Miss Li."
"Welcome to Ravenclaw!" Anthony Goldstein said.
"Thank you," Sue replied, taking her seat beside .
The sorting continued, with McGonagall calling out the next name.
Professor McGonagall's next call was met with anticipation. "Longbottom, Neville!" McGonagall announced.
Neville Longbottom, a boy with unruly, sandy-brown hair and warm, brown eyes, stood up. Before he made his way to the sorting stool, his friends offered words of encouragement.
"Good luck, Neville!" Harry Potter whispered.
"You'll do great!" Ron Weasley added.
Hermione Granger, already sorted into Gryffindor, gave Neville a reassuring thumbs-up and a smile.
Neville's face lit up with determination as he climbed onto the stool. The Sorting Hat was placed on his head, and after a brief pause, it seemed to stall.
The room fell silent, wondering which house Neville would join. Finally, the Hat shouted: "GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindors erupted into applause, welcoming Neville to their ranks. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Longbottom."
"Welcome to Gryffindor!" Harry exclaimed.
"Well done, Neville!" Ron added.
Neville beamed, looking relieved, and joined his friends. "I knew you'd make it!" Hermione said.
"Thanks, guys," Neville replied, taking his seat beside Her.
Professor McGonagall's eyes scanned the room, her gaze settling on the next student. "MacDougal, Morag!" McGonagall announced.
Morag MacDougal, a girl with long, curly red hair and bright, inquisitive eyes, stood up. Her features were striking, with high cheekbones and a small nose.
Morag's expression was hopeful as she made her way to the sorting stool. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head, and after a brief pause, shouted: "RAVENCLAW!"
The Ravenclaws applauded, welcoming Morag to their ranks. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Miss MacDougal."
"Welcome to Ravenclaw!" Anthony Goldstein said.
"Thanks!" Morag replied, taking her seat beside Sue Li.
Next, McGonagall called out, "Macmillan, Ernie!"
Ernie Macmillan, a boy with messy, blond hair and warm, brown eyes, stood up. His sturdy build and friendly demeanor made him instantly likable.
Ernie climbed onto the stool, his movements confident. The Sorting Hat was placed on his head, and after a moment's pause, shouted: "HUFFLEPUFF!"
The Hufflepuffs erupted into applause, delighted to welcome Ernie. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Macmillan."
"Brilliant! Welcome!" Wayne Hopkins exclaimed.
"Cheers, thanks!" Ernie replied, taking his seat beside Megan Jones.
Professor McGonagall's eyes scanned the room, her gaze settling on the next student. "Malfoy, Draco!" McGonagall announced.
Draco Malfoy, a boy with sleek, blond hair and piercing, cold eyes, stood up. His features were refined, with sharp cheekbones and a pointed chin. His tall, lean frame and arrogant demeanor commanded attention.
Draco walked confidently to the sorting stool, his eyes scanning the room with an air of superiority. He sat down, and the Sorting Hat was placed on his head.
After a brief pause, the Hat shouted: "SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherins erupted into applause, welcoming Draco to their ranks. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy."
"Welcome to Slytherin," Crabbe said.
"Thank you," Draco replied, taking his seat beside Gregory Goyle.
"I knew you'd be a Slytherin," Goyle said.
"Of course," Draco replied, smirking. "It's the only house worthy of my family's legacy."
Professor McGonagall's next call was met with anticipation. "Moon, Lily!" McGonagall announced.
Lily Moon, a gentle-looking girl with long, curly silver hair and dreamy eyes, stood up. She walked softly to the sorting stool.
The Sorting Hat was placed on her head, and after a brief pause, shouted: "HUFFLEPUFF!"
The Hufflepuffs applauded, welcoming Lily to their ranks. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Miss Moon."
"Welcome to Hufflepuff!" Ernie Macmillan exclaimed.
"Thank you," Lily replied, taking her seat beside Susan Bones.
Next, McGonagall called out, "Nott, Theodore!"
Theodore Nott, a dark-haired boy with a sly grin, stood up. He sauntered to the sorting stool.
Then Sorting Hat was placed on his head, and after a moment's pause, shouted: "SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherins applauded, delighted to welcome Theodore. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Mr. Nott."
"Welcome to Slytherin," Draco Malfoy said.
"Thanks, Malfoy," Theodore replied, taking his seat beside Goyle.
McGonagall continued, "Parkinson, Pansy!"
Pansy Parkinson, a girl with curly blonde hair and a sweet, yet sly smile, stood up. She walked confidently to the stool.
The Sorting Hat shouted: "SLYTHERIN!"
Pansy smiled, joining her new housemates. "Well done!" Draco said.
"Thanks, Draco," Pansy replied, sitting beside Theodore.
Next, McGonagall announced, "Patil, Parvati!"
Parvati Patil, a bright-eyed girl with long, dark hair and a warm smile, stood up.
The Sorting Hat shouted: "GRYFFINDOR!"
Parvati beamed, joining her new housemates. "Welcome to Gryffindor!" Neville Longbottom said.
"Thanks, Neville!" Parvati replied.
McGonagall called out the next name, "Patil, Padma!"
Padma Patil, Parvati's twin sister, stood up. Though identical in appearance, Padma's expression was more reserved.
The Sorting Hat shouted: "RAVENCLAW!"
Padma smiled, looking pleased. "Welcome to Ravenclaw!" Anthony Goldstein said.
"Thank you," Padma replied, taking her seat beside Morag MacDougal.
Finally, McGonagall announced, "Perks, Sally-Anne!"
Sally-Anne Perks, a quiet girl with short, brown hair and shy eyes, stood up.
The Sorting Hat shouted: "HUFFLEPUFF!"
The Hufflepuffs applauded once more. McGonagall smiled. "Congratulations, Miss Perks."
"Welcome to Hufflepuff!" Wayne Hopkins said.
"Thanks," Sally-Anne replied, joining her new housemates.
The sorting continued, with McGonagall calling out the next name.
Next, McGonagall announced, "Potter Harry".
Next Chapter is Talk with Edward !
A/n: I hope You like it. Please ignore grammatical and spelling errors. Thought just for once that , should show sorting of everyone. Kinda got long though.Thanks for reading. § Hinny Forever § Please Review!!!