The Boy who lived and the boy who lives

Chapter 10.

Author here, what house do you think Danny is gonna be in!! Comment here!

Dont spoil it...

POV Danny Potter

We had all gotten off, the trains. Unluckily I was told i have to meet up with Filch, since like all first years are sorted i had to follow with. Here i was, with a bunch of small little eleven year olds in a moving dinghy. Untill i saw the castle and the stars.

"Oh wow... Ain't that a sight." i said. The small little girl next to me poked me.

"Why are you here if your older than us? She asked.

"Im a transfer student from america, so i have to get sorted in and start my year like anyone else."

"Why do you have a bruise on your eye?" she asked. I would be mad if she wasnr adorable.

"Because I got in a fight, with another kid who called me somthing. But he learned his lesson not to bully me" I said winking. She nodded. It felt like a good while before getting their, and my uniform was really itchy.

We were all lead into a hallway, there was the perfect who stopped my fight with malfoy, and the Head Mistress. She waved me over to come closer.

"Daniel, a fight already? I know Mr.Malfoy is tricky boy to deal with but you should be more careful with yourself." She said turning toward the prefect.

"But what about his eye? He got a black eye?" He said, with a little loud hush tone. I shrugged. "Maybe trick of the light? As long as your okay" he said.

"Now Mr.Roewood as you can see he is fine, you can return to your seat, Now Daniel, you'll be called out last. After the first years get situated okay?" she said. I turned back and waited for the ceremony to begin. We were lead to the Great hall. We all kind of Ogled and Ooed. McGonigal brought up a hat.

"In times of old when I was new And Hogwarts barely started
The founder's of our noble school
Thought never to be parted:
United by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning
To make the worlds best magic school
And pass along their learning.
"Together we will build and teach!"
The four good friends decided
And never did they dream that they
Might some day be divided
For where there such friends anywhere
As Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?
So how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there and so can tell
The whole sad, sorry tale
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those
Whoses ancestry is purest."
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach just those whose
Intelligence is surest."
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those
With brave deeds to their name."
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot,
And treat them just the same."
These differences caused little strife
When they first came to light,
For each of the four founders had
A house in which they might
Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure blood-wizards
Of great cunning, just like him,
And only those of sharpest mind
Were taught by Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring Gryffindor.
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest,
And taught them all she knew,
Thus the houses and their founders
Retained friendships firm and true.
So Hogwarts worked in harmony
For several happy years,
But then discord crept among us
Feeding on our faults and fears.
The houses that, like pillars four,
Had once held up our school,
Now turned upon each other and,
Divided, sought to rule.
And for a while it seemed the school
Must meet and early end,
What with duelling and with fighting
And the clash of friend on friend
And at last there came a morning
When old Syltherin departed
And though the fighting then died out
He left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four
Were whittled down to three
Have the houses been united
As they were once meant to be.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
And you all know the score:
I sort you into houses
Because that is what I'm for.
But this year I'll go further
Listen closely to my song:
Though condemmed I am to split you
Still I worry that it's wrong.
Though I must fulfil my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether sorting
May not bring the end I fear
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in danger
From external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her
Or we'll crumble from within
I have told you, I have warned you ...
Let the sorting begin." it said.