The great door swung open, revealing a tall witch with a stern face in green robes. The tall man called to her, “The firs’ years, Professor McGonagall.” She replied, “Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here.” She walked into the entrance hall and everyone followed. The Entrance Hall had great tall stone walls, adorned with torches. At the end of the hall, a grand marble staircase led upstairs. The whole hall was full of excited voices coming from the grand door on the right.
Instead of heading to the door, Professor McGonagall led everyone into a smaller hall. She began to speak with a stern voice, “Welcome to Hogwarts. The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses.” Malfoy muttered under his breath, “I better be in Slytherin.” “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 dormitories, and spend your 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 honor. 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. I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly.” And with that, she left. Everyone began to whisper. “I already know which house I’m going to be in,” began Draco. “My father told all the great wizards were in Slytherin.”Crabbe and Goyle muttered “us too”, and then they all looked at Lorelei. “What about you?” Draco asked, disgustedly. “Bet you’re going to be somewhere lousy, like Hufflepuff.” Lorelei pouted and replied, “I am not going to be Hufflepuff. Anything but Hufflepuff…”
Suddenly, a group of ghosts entered through the wall. Lorelei heard one say “Forgive and forget, I’d say, we ought to give him a second chance -” and another ghost wearing a ruffed collar and tights say, “…my dear Friar, haven’t we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives all a bad name and you know, he’s not really even a ghost – I say, what are you all doing here?” He looked at all the first years, and the Friar bellowed, “New students! About to be Sorted I suppose?” Lorelei, whom had a great interest in ghosts, nodded.
“Hope to see you in Hufflepuff! My old house, you know.” the ghost said. Draco looked at Lorelei and said, “There, now you can have a ghost friend in stupid Hufflepuff.” Lorelei wanted to elbow him in the stomach, but decided against it. The grand oak door opened as Professor McGonagall entered, and said, “Move along now, The Sorting Ceremony’s about to start. Now, form a line, and follow me.” Draco edged to the front, with Lorelei following behind. Professor McGonagall led them out of the tiny hall into the entrance hall, and through the grand, oaken double doors that led to the Great Hall.
The Great Hall’s ceiling appeared to open to the night sky, dotted with millions of shining stars. Beneath the ceiling, thousands of candles hovered over the whole hall. The hall had four, long tables full of students, with a bit of misty gray here and there: ghosts. At the end of the hall, there were a few stairs that led to another table, which was where all the teachers sat. Behind them was a great, large window that overlooked the grounds.
Professor McGonagall walked down the hall and stopped at where the stairs began, before the High Table. She put down a four-legged stool, and placed an old, dirty, patched-up wizard’s hat. There was silence. Everyone seemed to be confused by the hat, until the hat gave a slight twitch, and began to sing,
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The Arcanity of Draco Malfoy: A Harry Potter Fan-Fiction
FanficThe story of Harry Potter from Draco Malfoy's point of view. This is a read-along with the book, so there are scenes taken right out of the book, and written to fit into Draco's POV. Seeing as Draco's early years at Hogwarts would be rather boring...
