"Don't do it."
It was just a meek whisper, barley heard above the whistling of the stormy wind.
But that whisper was my last hope.
That whisper is what kept me alive.
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Walking into Hogwarts as a first-year had a whole different feeling to it. I was with all my classmates and even some new friends.
Growing up it was just me, Essi, our father, and some teachers. Now it was a whole group of students.
The big doors swung open, and McGonagall walked in.
"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," Hagrid said, quite proudly may I add.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here." She thanked, opening the doors wide for all the first years to see the entrance hall.
The first years around me were all 'awed' at the sight. McGonagall cleared her throat to get their attention.
McGonagall showed us all to a small chamber, off to the right of where the Great Hall was located. All the first years walked in and packed together to fit.
"Welcome to Hogwarts." McGonagall started, "The start-of-the-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your Houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your House will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your House dormitory, and spend free time in your House common room."
Essi and I turned to one another, "If we don't get sorted together, let's still catch up in the library?"
Essi nodded.
"The Four Houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each House has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn you House points, while any rule-breaking will lose House points. At the end of the year, the House with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever House becomes yours."
The room fell silent for a moment before she spoke up again, "The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."
I let out a grin when I noticed McGonagall glance at Neville's cloak fastened to his ear, then turned to Ron and Harry.
"I shall return when they are ready for you. Please wait here quietly," McGonagall said, taking her leave.
When the doors shut behind her, whispers started. Everyone was wondering what the 'Sorting Ceremony' was.
Draco walked up to us and turned to Harry, "Last chance, Potter. I would hate to see you turn out like your parents, making friends with the wrong sort."
