Of Witches and Wizards: book one

Of Memories and Reminiscing- George

If there was one thing George was not looking forward to this year, it was the early mornings.

He didn't understand why the school had to make their arrival at the train station so early. They wouldn't even be eating until late into the evening, after all the new first years had been sorted into houses.

Now that was something that he liked to survey every year.

George knew that Karl's younger brother, Ranboo would be among those newcomers this year, it was one of the first things he expressed in all the letters to them.

But he thought it was interesting to watch the reactions as each kid was sorted into their respective house, some were ecstatic to be receiving new members, clapping and cheering as the first year would bounce over to their table.

Others. Not so much.

The first time George had seen a reaction like that was when Dream was sorted.

George was tired. He's been here all day and he just wanted to sleep.

They had only just begun to start the sorting ceremony. All the new first years were lined up in the hallway leading into the Great hall. Each of them was called up in alphabetical order, McGonagall placing an ancient hat on the student's head.

The hall would go quiet for a few seconds before the hat would shout of a house for the kid to be placed in, the crowd erupting in cheers.

George was at the beginning of the line, with his last name starting with a D. In front of him were a couple of other kids, each eagerly waiting to be called.

One kid in particular that stood out to George though was the blonde boy ahead of him.

The boy was blonde and had freckles dotting his face, and although he was slightly taller than George, he looked so small compared to the other kids by him.

"Collins, Clay!"

George was snapped out of his daze when the blonde boy slowly made his way to the chair. He didn't look as nearly excited as the other kids did. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but the school.

He couldn't believe it either when the name finally clicked in his head. The other students must have noticed too because the hall burst into whispers and murmurs.

George's parents had told him the story of the Collin Family before. James and Lily Collins had both been killed by you-know-who during the Wizarding War, their son being the only one to survive.

And the only person who is ever known to survive the killing curse.

After the death of his parents, Clay was sent off to live with some of his relatives, and that was where the story would end.

George still wondered sometimes if that was all to the story, or if Dumbledore left out some gaps.

When Clay finally made his way over to McGonagall and was situated in the chair, the hat was placed over his head. The hall was still in whispers.

Dream is what they call a hat stall, taking so long to be sorted into a house. George thinks he might have broken a record for the longest hat stall at Hogwarts.

They had been waiting for around ten minutes before the hat cheerfully shouted out,

"Slytherin!"

Everyone was silent after that.

Clay silently hopped off the hat and walked over to the Slytherin table, none of the students already sitting there looked too happy to be welcoming to him.

"Davidson, George!"

And he was next. Of course, he was next.

The hall was still quiet as he made his way to the chair. He was a little nervous, not that he would tell anyone that. The only person he knew here was Sapnap, but he was too far down the line for George to see him.

Sitting down on the creaky chair, George allowed the hat to be placed on his head, letting the fabric of it block his view of the Great Hall.

"Well, another Davidson. I once sorted your parents you know" Well that was interesting. A talking hat.

"Have you? Been around for that long?"

"I have sorted many generations, Mr.Davidson, you would be surprised." Peculiar. George could deal with that.

"Your mother was a Hufflepuff, and your father a Gryffindor, correct?" This hat wasn't joking when it said both of his parents were sorted by it.

"Yes, they were. Why?"

"Well Mr.Davidson, I don't think you quite fit either house. You're loyal, yes, but I think you are destined for far more greatness."

Far more greatness? What was he supposed to do with that information?

"So then? Where am I destined to be?"

"Let it be..."

"Ravenclaw!"

Almost three years later and George still doesn't know what that hat was thinking.

He was okay with that though, contempt with the fact of not knowing for now.

For now, he was just happy to be surrounded by his best friends on the train, headed towards another year of probably trouble, but also a lot of good memories that George will cherish later on.

Karl sat across from him, his head resting on Sapnaps shoulder, who had his head leaning on Karls. George himself sat next to the window, leaning his head back on the cool glass. He had his legs thrown across both Dream's and Quackity's laps.

They might get into trouble later, but they were undisturbed for now, and George was content with that.

But of course, his luck always runs out.

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A/N
YES I KEPT JAMES AND LILY!!! I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE COOL TO KEEP THEM IN