The Boy That Spoke Snake

The Prodigal Son of Hogwarts (Chapter 8)

The Prodigal Son of Hogwarts (Chapter 8)

Percy POV

I know what you're thinking. "Hey Percy, why are you battling a bunch of water spirits in the deadly Dark Forest? Isn't water spirits kinda your forte?"

I'll answer you like this. I have no clue what you're talking about. You guys are crazy.

However, the reason why I am with them now, can be explained in a reeaaaally short summary, but because I'm a fun guy, I'm gonna drag this out and tell you the whole story.

If you don't like it, sue me.

My story starts about a week ago, when school started.

The Weasley twins and I shared a compartment on the Hogwarts express, and were all awed by the sights outside and inside the train. First off, there was the trolley lady, going around every compartment of the train, advertising her sweet trolley, by saying, "anything from the trolley, dears?" Her voice was almost as sweet as the candy that she provided to the children of Hogwarts. When she came by our compartment, Fred and George encouraged me to buy the Berty Bott's Every Flavour Beans, which were really just Jelly beans with bad flavours.

Fred swore that he knew of someone who had gotten a bogey flavoured one, but neglected to tell who it was.

About 8 hours later, we arrived at a place called Hogsmeade Station, from which we were led onto a bridge, and when we crossed that bridge, we entered an enormous castle, with several doorways and entrances, rooms, halls, moving stairways and talking portraits.

"Woah," I said.

"I know, right?" said Fred. "This place is enormous."

"What did you expect," George chimed in. "a normal public school?"

"Well, no," I answered. "But I wasn't expecting a castle."

We were led into an enormous hall, which George called "the Grand Hall". I mean, it made sense that it would be called that, even though it was one of the most unoriginal names that someone could possibly choose for a place like this, but then again, the school was named after pig fungus, so I guess I couldn't really complain.

Ghosts {wink wink} floated about, not making any effort to avoid the flying, lit candles above our heads.

We took our seats, and the place quieted down after another moment or so.

An old man, which I assumed was the headmaster, came up to the flying death-pillow shaped podium and cleared his throat. Only when he came to a stop, I noticed a very old looking, creased and battered hat sitting on a chair next to the podium. The creases resembled that of a very grumpy looking face.

When the headmaster started speaking, his voice resonated throughout the entire hall. Most of the ghosts {wink wink} came to a stop, and everyone was silent. Only one ghost {Insert Gh0stie's winks} {wink wink}  kept moving, and he was throwing things around. Another ghost {wink wink} went up to him and slapped him, scolding him about someone called the Bloody Baron. It seemed like a horribly depressing name and I decided I would rather die than be called that.

After contemplating if ghosts were actually dead for a while, my attention returned to the headmaster and his magnified voice. He didn't have a microphone as far as I could see. I suspected magic.

The headmaster spoke softly, but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts!" he said. "Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Twindle! Brittle! Squeak! Blowfish! Thank you!" he finished and moved to the side. "And this is the Sorting Hat, the hat that will decide your future at Hogwarts!"