The rest of the train ride was filled with friendly chatter. By the end of the train ride, we were all pumped and ready to go to Hogwarts. They had told me that they would all stand by me whenever I needed them. That made me happy and proud to have them as my friends.
We walked out of the compartment and towards an extremely tall person.
"Firs' years, firs' years over 'ere!" he yelled. We all walked over and got into the boats supplied. The water below us sparkled with a mischievous twinkle. Looking closer you could see the outlines of something swimming under us. I smiled at the creature and continued to look around. A huge castle swam into my vision. It was magnificent. I wished more than anything that Mom and Dud could be here to see this. The boats pulled up to the dock and everyone filed out. Everyone was silently taking in the sights before them. Well all but one, an obnoxious voice from the back was bragging about how he used to come here ALL the time. I rolled my eyes at his antics hoping he would leave me alone. We were escorted by the tall man into a foyer outside of great big doors. Only to be greeted by an old stern looking woman.
"In a moment you will all be sorted into your respective houses, they will be your family for the time you will be here, there is Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Slytherin." She said before returning to the doors and telling us to wait.
"I already know which house I am going to be in! Gryffindor just like my parents, the best house!" Evan boasted behind me. I rolled my eyes and said to Draco who stood to my left,
"The boy who lived? More like the boy who wouldn't shut up!" I said and Draco snorted and there were a few gasps behind us. I turned to face a short red-haired boy.
"What gives you the right to say that to him? He is our saviour!" I snorted at that,
"I am surprised the wizarding world isn't already dead if they put all their faith in an obnoxious 11-year-old boy." The boy's face reddened.
"Excuse me!" He demanded.
"Your excused," I replied before turning around. There were a few laughs from around me as I heard the boy huff behind me.
"You have NO right to s-" He erupted only to be stopped by an angry professor.
"Mr Weasley if you would please remain from screaming on your FIRST day here." she scolded.
I smirked and turned to Draco who had the same expression as me. I hope I am in the same house as them. We are escorted through the huge doors and before my sight is incredible. Candles are floating all around a beautiful night sky. I am speechless as I gawk around. We reach the front and stop before an old man with spectacles looking down at us. When his gaze reaches me he stops and stares for a moment before continuing. Seemingly surprised and confused as to why I am there. He continues his speech and I look around the tables everyone seems bored as though he says this speech every year. Which he probably does. My gaze returns back to the old man as he says
"The third floor is strictly out of bounds to everyone unless they wish to die a slow and painful death." My brow furrows and I think 'What the f*ck kind of school is this?' I look at Draco and he seems to be thinking the same as I am.
"Now with the formalities are done with let's get onto the sorting." He continued before the old woman walked briskly to a stool and grabbed an old hat off of it. 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 are sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden 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!"
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The boy who was given up
FanfictionHarry Potter, a young wizard thrust into a world of death, evil and lies. In order to navigate through the fog of war. Harry, with the help of his best friends, has to figure out the truth. Who can he trust when he finds out his brother Evan was not...
