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Chapter 3

"thanks" Harry muttered."Holy cricket, you're Harry potter! I'm Hermione Granger...and you are?" she stared at Ron "Ron Weasley" he said with a mouth full of candy,my father would have never allowed me to be in public if I did that.

She turns her body to face me and looked at me but she doesn't say anything"Ella" I answered her previous question. She leans forward and gives me hug,it was comforting but I wasn't use to it and it felt strange.

"You three should change into robes,I expect we'll be arriving soon" she states as she stood up and walked towards the door she came through.

"Did you tell him he has dirt on his nose?" She looks at me with a big smile. "Just there," she points to her nose. I couldn't help but laugh a little as she disappeared and Ron tried cleaning his nose.

I watched as trees went by. I watched as the sun set. I watched as the stars started twinkling above me. This train ride felt like it went on for ages. I stretched my painful body as I stepped off the train. I started walking hoping not to embarrass myself by accidentally walking into somebody...

"oof,you better look where you're going or you could possibly walk into something," I looked up from my feet to a big, giant like man, I've seen this man before...

"First years,follow me!" the giant man bellowed. I was shocked to say the least. I knew giants existed, I've read about them and their nature but this man must be half giant.

I stood there staring. Only when I heard a voice behind me greet the man did I look away towards the ground "Hi Hagrid!" followed by a "whoa"

"Heya Harry," He turned around walking towards a elegant and mysterious castle that stood on a huge cliff.

We neared a river and instinctively I climbed into one of the nearest boats.

The girl I met on the train,Hermione joined by my side,looking up to the castle.

Soon another girl joined us and also a clumsy looking boy. Neville,I think...

Hermione apparently read a book about Hogwarts and was telling me about how she heard we would be sorted and that no one had any idea how it worked or what we had to do.

I couldn't help but hear Ron walking behind us and telling Harry that he heard of cruel and inhumane ways we would be sorted.

I did listen closely to what everyone had to say,afterall I didn't know anything about Hogwarts. I never cared. My family thought I was a Squibb afterall.

We walked up alot of stairs and suddenly came to an abrupt stop. An old looking woman stood infront of me. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun on top of her head and she wore green robes. She seemed sweet as she told us that the sorting ceremony will begin shortly.

"So it's true then,Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts" I noticed the voice immediately, this was the blond boy and he was standing close to me,smirking at Harry who stood infront of me with Ron by his side.

"I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." he said with a little too much confidence, which resulted in both Ron and I starting to giggle.

"Think my name is funny do you No need to ask yours. Red hair and a hand me down robe. You must be a Weasley,"

Weasley? Father had told be about them. They are apparent blood-traitors. Clearly people still cared to much about blood status and public opinions. I actually liked Ron,he wasn't like how my father described the Weasley's.

I glared at Malfoy,while he only smirked at me. Soon his attention was on Harry again.

"You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better then others Potter. I can help you there." Draco held out his hand for Harry to shake.

I moved closer to stand next to Ron,now in between Harry and Ron. Draco was smiling at me. I couldn't help but feel he was actually talking to me.

"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself thanks," Harry's response left Draco humiliated. It was clear in his eyes.

The same woman now stood behind Draco and tapped him on the shoulder with a rolled up piece of parchment.

"we're ready for you now,"

The gigantic doors opened wide revealing a even more gigantic room filled with hundreds of student dressed in red,blue,yellow and green robes sitting at 4 tables. In the air floated maybe 500 candles lighting the mysterious hall infront of me.

Hermione was telling me something about the ceiling but my eyes immediately focused on the uneven chair with an old hat on top of it.

We gathered around as instructed by the teacher.

The moment the old man behind the table stood up and spoke,the room fell silent.

He spoke of the forest being forbidden and the 3rd floor corridor being able to kill us.

I did question why,but this is apparently Dumbledore,as Hermione said,I should feel safe.

The next thing I know, Hermione grabs onto my wrist and her name is called.