You Were A Theif From The Start [On Hold]

Chapter 2

Chapter Two:

The Sorting Hat

It went quiet for a few moments before I heard Draco speak up to someone. "It is true then? What they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." As he said that, murmuring started to irrupt around me. I had no clue as to what this means but I guess it must mean something important. I tried to listen as Draco continued. "This is Crabbe and Gowle, and I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." I heard a boy this snicker, which draw Draco's attention immediately to him. "Do you think my names funny, do you?" He remarked rudely to the ginger boy. "I don't need to ask for yours; red hair and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley." Well that was quite rude of him; I thought he was more of a better person. But soon enough saying that, he turned his attention back to Harry Potter. "We soon will find out that some wizarding families are better than others Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort." I noticed he looked right to the ginger boy and back to Harry saying, "I can help you there."

I notice a boy, whom I'm guessing is Harry, look down as if Draco stuck out his hand to shake. But all Harry did was look back up to him and say, "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." I could pretty much feel their tension from where I was. I looked up and saw that the lady had made her way back to us holding a rolled up piece of paper, and tapped Draco on the shoulder with it. Draco turned around and back to give one last glare to Harry and turn away to stand with his friends. "We are ready for you now, follow me." As we follow her I noticed two large bronzed called doors open and we all walk into the hall like room. I looked up and I was amazed. I first noticed the floating candles above all the already filled tables with higher classmen. Looking past the candles, I stare at the ceiling in awe. It was looking there was no roof, but just a mere hole in it; you could see the star lite sky, just as it was before we entered the school. We all travel to the front of the room a stand before not only the other students, but also the staff who sat at a long table lined in front of all the other tables.

We stood before a stool that had an old leathery looking hat sitting upon it. "Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words." And soon he stood up to begin. "I have a few starts of term notices to announce. The first years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also our care taker, Mr. Fills, has asked me to remind you that the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds. To everyone who doesn't wish to die a most painful death. Thank you." What was that about, dying a painful death? He then sat down and the woman began again. "Now, when I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses." She picked up the hat and looking upon the paper that she held before her. "Hermione Granger." As soon as she caller out her name, a girl from the front with long brown puffy hair just past her shoulders.

She sat up on the stool and waited for the hat to be placed on her head. As the hat got on her head, it said, "Ah, right then. Mmmm right! Okay, Gryffindor!" Just as it said that, the Gryffindor table erupted into cheers, just as Hermione went rushing over to her new house. Continuing Professor McGonagall says the next name on the list, "Draco Malfoy." I saw his bright blonde hair appear from the front and head up to the stool and sat. But before it could even seat upon his head it shouted, "Slytherin!" And his face went up in a smile as the Slytherin house went up in cheers. Susan Bonns was up next and was sorted to the house of Hufflepuff. "Ronald Weasley!" And I saw a ginger boy step up to the stool, getting the hat placed on his head. "Ha! Another Weasley, I know just what to do with you. Gryffindor!" And yet again Gryffindor let up in cheers. I saw relief fill his face and he stepped down from the stool and joins the table with Hermione. "Harry Potter." And the boy from before went up to the stool. I noticed how Dumbledore watched more closely. It seems as if Harry Potter was a famous boy in history. As he sat there it seemed as if he were murmuring to himself in encouragement. "Hmmm... difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind there either, there's talent, oh yes. And the first to prove yourself, but where to put you... Not Slytherin ay. Are you sure? You could be great you know. It's all here you know, in your mind. And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, there's no doubt about that. No?! Well if you're sure, better be... Gryffindor!" As soon as the hat said that, Harry's face lite up with joy, just as the Gryffindor table erupted into cheers, even the professors were all clapping for him.