Tale of the Gryffindor Princess (Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone FanFic)

Ch. 4 Sorting Hat

Thymara pov

The door swung open at once to reveal a tall black haired witch in emerald green robes. She had a very stern face that promised you did not want to cross her. "The fir's years, Professor McGonagall," Said Hagrid.

"Thank you Hagrid. I will take them from here. She pulled the door wide open. The entrance hall was so big it dwarfed a normal sized muggle house. As expected her ancestors had grand taste.

The stone walls were lit with flaming torches, the ceiling was so high it was hard to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors. Truly the castle was grand.

     They followed the stern Professor across a flagstone floor. She could hear the drone of the hundred older students from the doorway from the right- the rest of the school was already here and waiting.

Showing them to a small, empty chamber off the hall, they crowded. Much too close for normal as the first years were rather nervous. Scowling she withdrew herself from the bunched up heard. She was a Gryffindor ! Gryffindor's were brave ! No way would she crowd with the rest !

Pride made her leave the black robed herd while the rest peered nervously.  "Welcome to Hogwarts," 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 called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has it's own noble history and each has produced outstanding Witches and Wizards. While you are at Hogwarts , your triumphs will earn you 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 yourselves up as much as you can while waiting."

Her eyes lingered on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and the smudge that was still on Ron's nose. Checking her hair was not needed, her mom had charmed it not to frizz and her cloak was wrinkle free.

"I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly," With that the Professor left them.

"Some sort of test. Fred says it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking," She heard Ron reply to Harry Potter. No one talked much except the bossy girl, Hermione Granger, who whispered really fast of the spells she had learned and which one she'd probably need to use.

Rolling her eyes, she could practically hear them all thinking. They all might have been stressed but not her. People screamed as pearly while and seemingly transparent ghost streamed out of the black wall.

   Gliding across the room the twenty ghost talked to each other, barely noticing the surprised first years. Ignoring the students she listened on to the ghosts as they argued. The fat little monk she was sure belonged to Hufflepuff was saying, "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance-"

   "My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves  all the chanced he deserves ?" Stiffening she remembered all she had been told of that troublesome and notorious Poltergeist, he was always a pain to the school. In fact he's been a pain for all over the centuries. Just popped up around c. 993.

No one has ever been able to get rid of that pest. So far Bloody Baron and Albus Dumbledore have been able to control him. 

"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 ?" The ghost wearing the ruff and tights finally noticed them. Nobody said anything.