Hogwarts is My Home (A Harry Potter Fanfiction), Part 4/7

Chapter 7

We're one of the middle carriages that reach the castle. It's pouring, I feel like I'm having buckets of water dumped on my head. I get in the castle as quickly as possible. Suddenly, Ron Weasley yells. He's even more drenched than the people around him. A water balloon is dropped near Potter this time. Everyone begins shrieking and pushing their way towards the Great Hall. I look up and see Peeves.

"PEEVES!" McGonagall yells. "Peeves, come down here at once!" McGonagall skids on the wet floor and grabs Granger by the neck to stop herself from falling. "Peeves, get down here NOW!"

"Not doing nothing!" Peeves cackles. "Already wet, aren't they? Little squirts! Wheeeeeeeee!" He aims a bomb at a group of second years.

"I shall call the Headmaster!" McGonagall shouts. "I'm warning you, Peeves ―"

Peeves throws the rest of the balloons up in the air, sticks his tongue out, and flies away.

"Well, move along, then!" McGonagall says. "Into the Great Hall, come on!"

I go inside and sit at the Slytherin table. It's much warmer in here. Why it's so cold in the rest of the castle, I don't know.

"Oh, I'm sure not looking forward to going back down to the dungeons," Harper shudders. "It's going to be freezing."

"Oh, I didn't even think about that!" I exclaim. "Let's hope we're dry before we get down there."

"They better start the Sorting soon, I'm starving!" Ash exclaims.

Just then Hagrid comes in with the first years. There's a small boy that's wrapped in Hagrid's cloak who's even wetter than the rest of the first years. Professor McGonagall puts the three-legged stool and the hat down. The hat begins to sing.

A thousand years or more ago,

When I was nearly sewn,

There lived four wizards of renown,

Whose names are still well known:

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,

Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,

Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,

Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,

They hatched a daring plan

To educate young sorcerers

Thus Hogwarts School began.

Now each of these four founders

Formed their own house, for each

Did value different virtues

In the ones they had to teach.

By Gryffindor, the bravest were

Prized far beyond the rest;

For Ravenclaw, the cleverest

Would always be the best;

For Hufflepuff, hard workers were

Most worthy of admission;

And power-hungry Slytherin

Loved those of great ambition.

While still alive they did divide

Their favorites from the throng,

Yet how to pick the worthy ones