Miss Primrose Potter (HP FANFIC/HP SIS)

What were the four houses again?

It swung open and a tall, black-haired witch stood there with a stern expression.

"The firs'-years Professor McGonagall." Hagrid said.

"Thank you, Hagrid, I will take them from here."

She pulled the door wide open. The Entrance Hall was so big that it could have fit the Dursleys house in it. We followed Professor McGonagall across the stone floor and into a hallway to the right.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start of term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into you 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. 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 your 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 honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours."

"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!" Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron's smudged nose

Harry nervously tried to flatten his hair. I chuckled.

"Here," I said. Messing it more. Getting a glare in return.

"I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly." said Professor McGonagall.

She left the chamber. Harry swallowed.

"It's true then, what they were saying on the train. Harry and Primrose Potter have come to Hogwarts." A blond boy said as mummers erupted. "This is Crabbe, Goyal and I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." The boy said offering Harry his hand for a handshake.

Ron sniggered.

"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours, red-hair and a hand-me-down robe, you must be a Weasley." He snapped. "You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others Potter, I can help you there." He extended his hand.

"I think I can choose the wrong sort for myself, thanks." Harry replied.

Just as Draco was about to turn to me, Professor McGonagall came and tapped him on his shoulder, strictly.

We then followed her into the Great Hall. It was huge and so beautiful! The curious and excited eyes of the seated students followed us as we walked towards the Teachers' table near which, on a stool, sat a hat. Hang on, a hat?

"The celling is enchanted to look like that." The voice of Hermione Granger pulled me out of my thoughts. "I read about it in-"

"Hogwarts, A History." I grinned. She grinned back.

Suddenly, the hat twitched and a rip near the bottom opened like a mouth as it 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 sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat