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“The firs’ years, Professor McGonagall,” Hagrid said.
“Thank you, Hagrid,” a woman said. “I will take them from here.”
I heard another door open. Then my hand was tugged and I was led forward.
Above me came the buzz of what sounded like a hundred plus people. Then I was pulled into what must have been a much smaller room because I was standing extremely close to Harry, I think. My hand was at my side and still being held, so you know why I thought it was Harry, right?
“Welcome to Hogwarts,” the woman, Professor McGonagall, said. “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. 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 dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.
“The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has it’s own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards.” (Except for You-Know-Who) “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 yourself up as much as you can while you are waiting.”
Harry and I let go of our hands. I pushed my hair from my face, though what does it matter? I’m going to make a fool out of myself, aren’t I? A blind witch; I’ll trip over the steps! (A description of the Great Hall was given to me by Jessica)
“I shall return when we are ready for you,” McGonagall said. “Please wait quietly.”
I heard her leave. My heart beat sped up. Darren, Jessica, and Sage told me about the Sorting. I don’t want to go up there alone. If I make a fool out of myself, I’d like someone to be there to clean it up! (A.K.A, empty my body of food or waste)
“How exactly do they sort us into houses?” Harry muttered on my right. I’m pretty sure he was talking to Ron.
“Some sort of test, I think,” Ron said. “Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking.”
“He was,” I said. “Sage tried freaking me out with that, too, but Jessica says it’s painless. No one would tell me what the test was, though.” I grimaced ahead.
We were all quiet, expect for Hermione who was whispering about all the spells she learned. Then someone screamed.
“What the - ?”
“What going on?” I asked when everyone gasped. Then I saw (saw) pearly-white ghosts appear. They seemed to be arguing. But before I could take a look at anything else, my sight was covered in darkness again. Damn it!
“Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance -” a ghost (I think) said.
“My dear Friar, haven’t we given Peeves all the chances he deserves?” another ghost (no one had such deep voices) said. “He gives us all a bad name and you know, he’s not really even a ghost - I say, what are you all doing here?”
Everyone was quiet.
“New students!” said the ghost who must have been the Friar. “About to be Sorted, I suppose?”
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The Blind Witch
FanfictionAmber is a pure-blood witch who is going to Hogwarts. One problem: She's blind. Hoping that something will happen to make her able to see, she boards the Hogwarts express in her first year and sets off for her new life with new friends.
