"It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts. This is Crabbe, and Goyle and I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. Well, you will soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter." Says Draco looking at the red headed boy next to Harry. "Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." Draco extends his hand to Harry. Harry takes Draco's hand. "Thanks!" Just then Pro. Mcgonagall announces its time to get sorted.
"Harry Potter!" Calls Pro. Mcgonagall. Harry sits on the stool. "SYTHERIN"
