Chapter 22

Harry couldn't help but want to just find a corner to hide in so he wouldn't have to deal with the headache that was coming his way in the shape of the blond douche from the train heading right for him.

Well Harry shouldn't think of him as a douche, he was just a kid who hadn't been taught proper manners apparently.

But harry wasnt going to be held responsible for teaching him what manners are unless the kid had a serious attitude adjustment from when he had last seen him, and judging by the way he walked, it didn't look like he had. So Harry simply braced himself and prayed to Arceus that this kid didn't do something idiotic like challenge him to a duel or something, that just wouldn't end well.

Of course Ria and Hedwig had already seen him coming and had been staring him down, but the kid seemed undeterred by the stare of the two rather intimidating Pokemon.

As Harry moved forward to hopefully stop any problems from another interaction between Draco and Ron, Ria and John join him as Ivan stays back to look over Hermione and Ron.

Meeting Draco half way Harry stands there flanked by Ria and John with his arms crossed hoping that he's not about to be disappointed.

Draco finally arrived with both of his toadies in tow and of course their own Pokemon out seemingly ready to cause a scene, crossing his arms Draco looks behind Harry and sees Hermione and Ron talking with their Pokémon running around them.

"Potter, i see your still hanging around the scum."

Harry just releases a deep sigh at Draco's attitude, he was hoping for better, but he wasn't really surprised.

"Draco, I wish i could say that it was good to see you again but i was taught to tell the truth."

Draco fumed at the thinly veiled insult and opened his mouth seemingly ready to lambast Harry when he suddenly turned pale and looked over Harry's shoulder.

Harry turned around and was startled by what he saw, as if a flood had fallen upon them, a wave of ghost Pokemon streamed through a wall and they all seemed to not notice the students but be in the moddle of a conversation.

Two Pokemon flew by close and Harry found he could understand their conversation, because they weren't just speaking their names, but actual human words.

"I think we shoild give him another chance, he just wants attention."

A large round blue Pokemon with drifting tentacles floated past, a large mustache covered a majority of his face, a small light blue crown sat upon his large head.

"I say we exile or exercise him, he's becoming to much of a nuisance."

The second Pokemon had a smaller more tube shaped head that was a ligher shade of grey then the rest of his body with a band of gold at the near top and a large gold head peace. A grey frill surrounded its head before the light grey of its head changes to a dark grey cloth, with what looked like a face made out of golden lines on its body.

It had two arms with rather large blocky fingers, and some darker grey almost black cuffs at his wrists, it had no legs, instead a odd almost tail like object seem to sprout out the bottom back of the Pokémon.

Then as if they had just noticed them, the Pokémon start before the blue one addresses the students.

"Oh look, new first years, i didn't realize it was time for them to arrive. Hello children, I'm the fat friar a Jellicent. Hope to see you all at the feast and in my old house, i was a hufflepuff, and we always love having new faces."

The now named fat friar waved a tentacle at the students as the other Pokemon simply gave them a once over before simply saying.

"I am the bloody baron, a Dusknoir, I am the ghost of Slytherin house, and i will not take any mischief or funny busniess in my house."

Then he simply turned and headed into the great hall through the door, the fat friar just shook his head then with another wave followed after his fellow ghost Pokemon leaving the first years as McGonagall returned and shooed the rest away.

"We are ready for you, into two lines please."

The students quickly returned their Pokémon, with all of Harry's being reluctant, then quickly, with much pushing and shoving, formed two lines.

McGonagall stares at them for a moment and then with a nod turns and with a florish of her wand the doors to the great hall opened and the first years get their first look the hall as they follow behind. Four tables leading up to the head table fill up most of the hall, students sitting at each and seemingly almost filling them up entirely, lined up each side of each table.

Candles floated in the air as torches lined the walls illuminating the entire hall and drawikg the eyes to the ceiling where the greatest scene lay before the first years.

It almost looked like the greta hall had no cieling as the clear night sky could be seen, stars twinkling and the moon shining bright down upon the hall, with nebulas clouds making it a tapestry of beauty.

The first years barely look around the rest of trhe great hall mesemerized by the ceiling and floating candles, as some students notice if you squint just right, you can see the beams of the rafters, making the sky looking even more magical. Harry was also just as mesmerized, but he couldnt help the snort of laughter that left him as he heard Hermione up ahead telling some other first year about the ceiling, which of course she read about.

Fianlly they reached the front of the greta hall and spread out infront of the stairs leading up to the head table.

The head table was almost as large as the student tables but less crowded, also unlike the student tables it was seemingly made out of gold instead of wood.

Each teacher sat in a large comfortable chair instead of in a bench, with the most ornate and largest chair being in the center, which also held the oldest looking, and the most eccentrically dressed, wizard sat. His long grey beard and hair fell down long enough to be tucked into his belt, his hat matched his robes which were a dark purple with moons plastered across it, half moon glasses perched upon his nose as he looked down upon the first years.

The next thing all the first years noticed was a simple wooden stool in front of the head table, a old worn hat sat on it, McGonagall walked up and pulling a roll or parchment from somewhere turns and addresses the first years as she picks up the hat.

"When i call each of your names, you will come up here, sit down and wear the hat, once your house has been assigned, you will put the hat back and go and join you house mates."

The silence of the great hall was almost palpable with the mix of anticipation and nerves, McGonagall unfurled the scroll and called out the first name.

"Hannah, Abbot."

A blond headed pink faced girl took shakey steps up to the stool and almost collapsed onto it as the hat almost completely covered her head. After a few seconds, a rip formed along the seam of where the hat and brim met and a mouth formed from which shouted a single thing.

"Hufflepuff."

The tanle with students in black and yellow robes erupted in a roar that seemed to shake the floor as Hannah took of the hat placed it back on the stool and headed over to the table.

Soon after it quieted down, McGonagall continued, and so the sorting started, with many roars of approval and welcome from each table as a new first year joined them.

Harry watched as Hermione took her turn, the poor girl almost white as a sheet and her hair almost poffed out more then usual, Harry thought she would faint. But soon enough her hoise was called and she went to the table now known to harry as Gryffindor, which was covered in red and gold, as Harry realized that it was almost his turn.

Soon enough he heard what he was both excited and dreading to hear.

"Harry, Potter."

The entire hall seemed to tense at his name, then the whispers started as Harry finally moved towards the stool, he heard quite a few conversations happening as he made his way up.

"Is it really him?"

"The Harry Potter, i thought he would be getting special training?"

"He doesn't look how i expected except for the glasses."

Harry ignored these as he moved forward and took his seat on the stool, the hat slowly lowered onto his head and the brim falling below his eyes covering up his vision. Sitting there and waiting for something to happen Harry almost thought he was about to be bored, until he felt hands in hjs hair and a voice in his mind.

"Well isnt this interesting."

Said a rather femine smokey voice.

"I've been awaiting another interesting trainer, seems these next few years are gookg to be quiet the interesting time."