Crossroads | Harry J. Potter

𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 - First Impressions

The Hogwarts Express finally halted to a stop when a few minutes later Yvonne heard a low heavy voice rumbling.

"Firs' years! Firs' years here." It called. "An' in this case, one fourth year?"

Yvonne's heart raced as she turned to see a giant of a man, Hagrid, standing on the platform with a welcoming grin. His wild, tangled beard seemed to sway as he waved enthusiastically, and his eyes sparkled with kindness.

"C'mon, then! Follow me!" he instructed, his voice carrying over the noise of the crowd. Yvonne exchanged excited glances with her fellow first-years as they shuffled off the train, their nerves mingling with exhilaration.

Hagrid led them down to the edge of the lake, where boats bobbed gently in the water. "You'll be takin' these across to the castle!" he announced. "Just hop in! No need to worry, they won't sink."

Yvonne climbed into a boat, her heart pounding as they began to glide across the water. The moonlight shimmered on the lake's surface, illuminating the silhouette of Hogwarts in the distance. As the castle loomed closer, its turrets and towers appeared majestic against the starry sky, and Yvonne couldn't help but feel awed.

As they reached the shore, Hagrid helped them out of the boats, his large hands gentle yet firm. "Up the steps, everyone! Let's get yeh inside!"

They climbed the stone steps and entered the Great Hall, which was adorned with floating candles and enchanted ceiling that mirrored the night sky. Yvonne's breath caught in her throat at the sight-it was more magical than she had ever envisioned.

"Welcome to Hogwarts!" Hagrid boomed, his voice echoing in the hall. "Now, let's get yeh sorted!"

The first-years filed into the hall, their hearts racing with anticipation. Hagrid gestured to the Sorting Hat, and Yvonne felt a mix of excitement and nerves. Would she be brave enough for Gryffindor? The thought danced in her mind as she waited her turn.

As each student was called forward, Yvonne watched with bated breath. The Hat seemed to sing, weaving its magic over each child, and with every sorting, the cheers from the tables grew louder. Finally, it was her turn.

"Yvonne Reynolds!" McGonagall announced, and Yvonne stepped forward, the eyes of the hall on her. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head, and a soft, velvety darkness enveloped her.

"Ah, a curious one," the Hat murmured in her ear. "Brave and eager to learn... but also quite clever. Where shall I place you?"

"Gryffindor!" she thought fiercely, picturing the warm, vibrant table filled with laughter and friendship.

"Bravery it is!" the hat declared, and before she knew it, the Hat shouted, "Gryffindor!"

The hall erupted in cheers as Yvonne made her way to the Gryffindor table, a wave of warmth and acceptance washing over her. She was finally home.

As Yvonne made her way to the Gryffindor table, the cheers of her new housemates echoed in her ears. She spotted Fred and George Weasley, their faces alight with mischief and excitement, waving her over.

"Oi, Yvonne! Over here!" Fred called, grinning widely.

"Yeah, come sit with us!" George added, his eyes sparkling with humor.

Yvonne felt a rush of joy as she slid onto the bench beside them. "Thanks for cheering!" she said, beaming at their friendly faces.

"Of course! We need to make sure you know all the best tricks," Fred said, nudging her playfully. "First rule of Gryffindor: always be ready for some fun!"

As the feast began, platters of food appeared on the table, and Yvonne's stomach growled. She filled her plate with roast chicken and potatoes, stealing glances at the enchanted ceiling above. The stars twinkled brightly, and she felt a sense of wonder wash over her.