The students clambered up the stairs into the Great Hall. The teachers sat along the stage-centre table, Dumbledore in the middle. The walls were adorned with paintings of famous teachers and pupils of Hogwarts. The First-years were gathering around one: the one of Harry Potter. His painting was always at the First-year table, to remind them that no matter what past you had, you can always be the strongest of them all. As everyone settled down, the sorting began. Many a student was placed in Gryffindor, and only two of the hundred and sixty were placed in Slytherin. Both of them had an older sister in Ravenclaw. Hebridean walked up, welcoming one and telling the other, Maggie (otherwise known as 'Magpie') to stop 'borrowing' Krishna's bracelets. Maggie just grinned, shining her golden eyes, and ran off. Soon, the sorting ceremony was over, and the three friends went to the Hufflepuff homeroom to discuss pressing matters.
"Oh, I simply can't wait for the new classes," Hebridean groaned sarcastically.
"Will you stop that? Think about poor Krishna!" Amaterasa snapped back.
"Calm down guys! Why don't we get ready for our classes?" Hermes asked.
"We've got the new subject: Care of Magical Creatures," Hebridean groaned again.
"Always just thinking about yourself! You'll be fine!" sniffed Amaterasa.
"How'd you get in here?" Magpie snapped.
The rest all spun around in shock.
"How did you get in here? This is the Hufflepuff common room, not Slytherin!" Amaterasa growled.
"They're in Slytherin."
"They are allowed!"
"Why aren't I?"
"Because no one gave you the password! Sneak!"
"Krishna gave me the password. Duh."
"Doesn't matter! You have to get permission from a Hufflepuff... Magpie!"
"Gotta get to class... Terasa! Oooh... See ya, Terrace!" Magpie finished, lightly stroking her chestnut hair back into place. "Bye."
The bell rang and everyone ran their different ways. On the way, they passed a silver goblet that everyone was slipping their names into. Hebridean slipped his own nametag in, and ran off. Probably a roll-call he missed. Anyway, if it wasn't, he could always say it was a mistake.
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Heroes' Journey: To be the Strongest, Be the Weakest
FanfictionMany years after Harry Potter's legacy, a young boy called Hebridean puts his name in the roll-call goblet. ... It's more interesting than it sounds... P.S. Thank you to @ginyah130 for the cover page