Returned

22

Professor McGonagall is seen leading all of the first years through two large door which go into the Great Hall.

Four long tables with thousands of other students are seen taking up most of the room, as well as floating candles and a roof that has the appearance of sky.

She leads the first years towards the front of the room where a stool and the sorting hat are.

"All rights will you wait along her, please? Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words."

Dumbledore is seen rising from his seat, "I have a few start-of-term notices in wish to announce.The first years, please note that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you that the third-floor corridor is also off limit to those who don't want to die a most painful death. Thank you."

Everyone who hadn't been in the room for Dumbledores speech gave slow blinks.

"I don't think age has given Dumbledore much wisdom."

Sirius chuckled, "I have to agree with James over here. He's literally talking to children, why didn't he sugar coat it at least a little bit?"

Harry shrugged, "He's just a little cooky that's why."

Everyone chuckled before turning back towards the memories.

McGonagall cleared her throat, effectively silencing the scared murmurs of the first year students, "When i call your name, you will come forth. I shall place the sorting ha on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Hermione Granger."

"Oooooh Hermione you were first?"

Said girl rolled her eyes, "obviously Sirius, or are you having eye troubles with your age?"

Sirius gave a snort before waving his hand dismissively at her.

"I don't hear you denying being old Sirius."

"Harry I'm not going to listen to someone with four children tell me I'm old."

Harry crossed his arms petulantly and turned right back around.

Hermione is seen muttering to herself, before sitting down at the stool.

Ron turns towards Harry, "Mental that one, I'm telling you."

"Hermione! Stop hitting me! I was 12 for Merlin's sake!"

"Well maybe you should learn that calling someone mental, let alone your wife, is going to earn you a good hit or two!"

"But you weren't my wife then!" Obviously that was the wrong thing to say because Hermione just hit him harder before turning back towards the memory.

Ron turns towards harry and whispers, "mental that one..." Earning a snort from his best mate and one more smack from his wife.

Harry is seen nodding in agreement with Ron's previous statement.

Hermione gives harry a scary glare before turning back towards the memories.

The sorting hat announces that Hermione will be in gryffindor, earning cheers from the students in that particular house.

"Draco Malfoy."

"Git."

"Ron enough..."

Draco is seen walking up to the stool in a proud manner, the hat before even touching Dracos head announces his place in Slytherin.

"There isn't a witch or wizard who went bad that wasn't in Slytherin."

"Quite untrue Ronald."

"I was 12 Harry!"

"That cannot be your excuse for everything mate."  Ron gives harry a light shove, earning a punch in return.

As McGonagall calls forward more students Harry is seen looking around. His eyes eventually fall upon Severus Snape.

Harry suddenly gasps in pain, "Harry what is it?"

"Wait why did your scar flare up?"

"You'll see mum, have some patience."

Lily just rolls her eyes, "but if I said that I would be smacked."

"James you're my annoying husband and Harry is my son."

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"Ronald Weasley."

Ron gives a nervous gulp before sitting down on the stool.

"Another Weasley, I know just what to do with you, Gryffindor."

The students cheer as Ron is seen visibly sagging in relief.

"Harry Potter."

The room goes silent as Harry walks up to the stool.