Ah ha. I'am back. I am going to be honest. I have been sitting on this for a while. I have been sick and didn't have energy. And read/lisen to lord of the mysteries, so I have been in to that and work on a fic.(And no, it not nearly ready) And nu am better and fines it. And then read there it again and fix all my mistake.
I also want to say, yes I follow the move for the only Harry Potter book I have is in Swedish. And I have been to tired for to do any thing else for this chapter. Maby next chapter I will look at the book. But now the story.
When the train started to reach the final station, it was night. Hagrid held a lantern big enough that a person should have trouble lifting it, but he still managed to lift it up with one arm. And once again, he will lead the first years to the boats. Just like the year before. "Right then. First years, this way, please! Come on, now, first years, don't be shy." The young wizards and witches of different ages got out of the train, but only two of the kids went towards Hagrid at first.
With the two being a red-haired boy and a boy with glasses and a scar that goes down his face. "Hello"
"Hello Harry". The giant said, his gaze drawn to Ron, who gaped wide-eyed at the man." Right then. This way, to the boats. Come on now, follow me." Hagrid turned around, and all the first years began to follow him. With his height, it was easy to know where he was in the chaos of the station.
Harry looked at where the older students were walking. He noticed they got on wagons that were pulled by... something he couldn't really see. It reminded him of that alien in that movie that Dudley watched without Ant Petunia's permission. Harry shook at the memory. Both he and Dudley had nightmares from it. And Harry decided to stay away from them for safety's sake.
It didn't take long for everyone to find a boat to sit in. They sat in the boat for a couple of minutes in the dark, waves of the lake splashing against them. The only light came from the lanterns in the boats. Until the clouds were dispersed like magic and the moon shone brightly over the castle. All of them felt wonder when they saw Hogwarts for the first time.
The lanterns of Hogwarts that had somehow been covered by the darkness (which made Hagrid wonder if something was wrong) lit it up in a magical way. The castle that looked like it came straight out of a fairy tale had a great tower with a big building that was placed on a cliff looking over the water and a staircase that went down to the lake where they were sailing towards. Further away was a bigger tower which was another part of the building. If wizards live in a tower, then a thousand wizards can live here: Harry thought.
He wasn't good at counting with his eyes.
After they went up what was more than a hundred flights of stairs, which made the kids glad they didn't have to carry their belongings and that it would get sent to their room. But after they reached the castle, they encounter an older lady. She was dressed in black clothes typical of a witch and looked like she was past her good years. But she stood straight and gave an aura of authority.
"Welcome to Hogwarts." She said, a tone that drew everyone's eyes and attention. "Now, in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. "
There was movement and whispered words between the students. It was obvious that the houses were important, but Harry didn't know in what way. But he thinks it doesn't really matter.
"Now, while you're here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule-breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup-"
"Trevor!" Yelled out a boy. His scream was so sudden that it caused several students to jump. The boy went up to the frog at the lady's feet. Who looked at the boy with a, are you done distracting everyone? Look. That made the boy go back to where he was, hyper aware of all the eyes on him. "Sorry."
"The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily". She said so flatly that she hadn't been questioned before she left, probably to do something.
There was silence for just a moment before one of the boys said something. "So it's true then. What they're saying on the train." Then a boy with blond waxed hair looking at Harry. "Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." Whispers began to spread between the students and because of Harry's scar, it didn't take long for them to figure out who he was. "This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy." Said the boy and went up to Harry. "Draco Malfoy." He said with a proud attitude.
But contrary to what he wanted, it just made him look like a child who was pretending to be a grownup. That got Ron sniggering. Something that Malfoy noticed and was not so happy about.
" Think my name's funny, do you? Do I need to ask yours?" He said snottely. "Red hair and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley." And with the way Ron looked, it was obvious that he wasn't happy that Draco was right. " You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort." He said with a slight certainty and looked towards Ron. "I can help you there." He offered and stretched out his hand for a handshake.
Harry didn't know what to do. If you want to talk about cream puffs, he can talk for a couple of minutes about it. Which is long for him. And if you want to talk about workout, it can be longer because of how complicated the topic can be. And he has had relatively long conversations with his body-Bilder friends. But this is different. Harry doesn't know anything like the wizarding world, Draco or Ron can be bad people and he wouldn't know it.
The only other child his age that he is friendly with is Dudley. And it's because he's too afraid that Harry will bend him like a pretzel. So all Harry could think of was.
Heh, he reminds me a bit of Dudley when we were younger. He was mean. What do I do again to get along? Oh now I remember.
Harry reached into his pocket and took out a cream puff. "Would you like a cream puff?" This completely unexpected move took everyone off guard. Again, they stopped talking because they didn't know what to say. The only one who tried to say anything was Draco, who tried to ask where it came from, but had difficulty finding the words.
It was then that Harry found Draco's hand that was still outstretched to shake his hand. The fact that he saw it less than five seconds ago didn't matter. Believing it was to accept the cream puff, Harry put the sweet in his hand.
"Here you go."
Now everyone was looking at the cream puff in Draco's hand. Ron and everyone else waited to see how Draco would react, and Draco tried to remember all of his etiquette lessons to see if he should accept it, throw it on the ground and stomp on it to reject the attempt to make a clown out of him.
That's when the older lady came back. She knew instinctively that something was happening, but when she saw Draco Malfoy with a pastry in his hand, even she was unsure of what to do.
"Mr. Malfoy, what did you get that from?"
Draco, like a child his age who thinks he is in a bad position, tried to come up with an excuse. "He gave it to me." It was the best he could come up with.
"Well, save all desserts for later. The feast is soon. Oh, the sorting will begin now. Follow me." She said and went to a door that opened by itself. Once again, Harry admires the usefulness of magic. Because it looked like he didn't have to worry about damaging doors.
They entered a hall with four long tables next to each other, all full of students older than them. On the other side of the hall was a horizontal table with smaller and older students. It took Harry a second to realize that they were the teachers. In the air, there were floating candles. The ceiling had a realistic painting of the night sky.
"It's not real, the ceiling."
"What?" Harry replied to Hermione comment.
"It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts A History."
Harry looked up at the ceiling again. Now he realized that it looked like it was transparent instead of being painted.
When they had come to the end of the hall, they were met with a chair with a very ugly and old hat on it. "Well, will you all wait here, please." The group of soon to be first years stopped in what can be called a line. "Now, before we begin. Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words."
At these words, the man in the middle of the horizontal table stood up. And Harry recognized him from the card he saw on the train. "I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce. The first years, please note that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr Flich , has asked me to remind you that the third floor corridor in the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you."
The first years had different reactions to his words, but Harry just looked at the headmaster emotionless. Nothing that he said really reached him. "Now, when I call your name, you will come forth. I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head and you will be sorted into your houses." She said and picked up a list in one hand and the hat on the other before she read out the first name. "Hermione Granger."
Hermione stiffened and looked worried. She mumbled to herself as she went up to the hat. "Mental, that one, I'm telling you". Ron commented about the girl's nervousness. While Harry tried to figure out who he was talking about. Hermione sat down on the chair and the older lady sat the hat on her.
The hat looked like it was thinking it through before calling out Gryffindor.
Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore sat in the middle of the table. Normally, someone as important as the school principal would sit at the head of the table. But so that all the students can see their teacher, all the staff of Hogwarts were on one side of the table, with the other side facing the rest of the Great Hall. And Dumbledore sat in the middle.
So these are the ones who will be Harry's classmates. What innocent faces. I really have to make sure they don't die or something worse. Hmm, I have to make sure I have enough Felix Felicis for next year.
Everyone was looking for a face. Even if they didn't show it. And that was Harry Potter. And Dumbledore was no different. He used the wards of Hogwarts to quickly find the boy.
The wards of Hogwarts is an ancient magic. Something that only the principal of Hogwarts can use. It allows him to do many things and stop others from doing the same. Like apparition. And another is to know where everyone is. And with that, he was looking for the boy who survived and.
What in the name of Morgan milk sacks? Why can't I feel any magic from him. No wait, I can feel a little- What the?
The principal looked towards his side where Quirrell is. More specifically, the back of his head. And then to Harry, and back to Quirrell's.
Scrump berries. There are two of them.
That's when Dumbledore started going through his plans and making a new one. If there are two of Mr. Riddle, with one of them potentially having taken over young Potter's body, there was plenty to do. But he knew he couldn't be too hasty.
He looked at the young Muggle-born girl who put on the hat and was sent to Gryffindor. Good. I think she managed to become friends with Harry Potter. It can help the muggle-born in the future if he continues to have a good view of them. As long as he doesn't start listening to mudblood propaganda.
And it looks like he's friends with the youngest son of the Weasleys. That's good. They are one of the better pure-blood families. That is also a good sign. Mr. Riddle would never befriend a Weasley. Could it be that Mr. Riddle doesn't have his memories?
A sense of hope came over the headmaster. If Harry Potter is possessed by Tom Riddle with no memories of what he has done, then he would get a second chance to fix one of his biggest mistakes.
No, no. I can't think like that. I have to be prepared for everything. Both bad and good. Dumbledore looked at the boy who luckily just came up to the hat. He eagerly waited to see what his first steps would be. Witch house he would be in.
"Harry Potter." Said the older lady. Harry could see how the man from the card earlier leaned forward in his chair. And there was silence in the hall at the same time. Harry walked up to the hat, not unaware of the whispers around him.
As a person, he is not very good at social skills. But he could still figure out all the attention was on him. And that made him nervous. It wasn't like with Ant Petunia, who he couldn't understand when she screamed. But the silence was what affected him.
Harry jumped up on the chair, his hands squeezing around the edge of the chair and making an imprint of his hands. The hat was place on his sweaty head and it talked.
"Um. Difficult. Very difficult."
"Is it?" He whispered, worried that he had made a mistake somehow.
"Yes. I can only hear the word cream puff over and over again. This makes it difficult to know which house to go to. I know you're hungry, but can you stop thinking about it right now."
"Oh, okay." He said.
"Nope. Still just cream puffs."
"Oh." He said. Then he had an idea. A cream puff idea. He put his hand in his pocket and took out a cream puff. Everyone started staring in surprise and confusion at the perfectly preserved cream puff. It wasn't even mashed from being in a pocket all day. And when he was about to eat it, a hand came and took it.
"No eating under the sorting. Especially for the one being sorted." The lady hissed. And as with all children his age, he was scared and did as she said.
"Ah, fear. Now I can see something else-"
(Cursed all the desserts! When I get out, I'll ban all pastry and sentence all bakers to death!)
"What the?" Said the hat out loud and drew a few glances.
"Is there something wrong?" Professor Minerva McGonagall asked.
"I can't say, " said the hat, and it was true. He couldn't tell personal information that he had gained from reading minds. And finding a part of a former student in a new student counts as personal information. So he began to looking in Harry's mind for quirks that belonged to one of the four houses.
5 minutes later.
I give up. I can only find cream puffs and Tom. The boy's parents were in Gryffindor, so I'm sure he fits there too. "Gryffindor!" Shouted the hat and the great hall was filled with applause.
Harry, now in the colors of Gryffindor, went and sat with Ron and Hermione. Harry glanced at the man from the card. Who looked at him with a smile.