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Chapter 3- The Sorting and Settling In

Ember's Pov:

I stood up in the boat as we docked on the shore, I was about to loose my balence once Ron shoved me a little to the right trying to get up, skillfully bumping myself over in the process. I never thought that he would be that rude. I stumbled and I was caught by Harry. His emerald eyes connected with mine as we just evened out and stared at each other. "Come on!" Hermione called as she was feet ahead with Ron near her, we quickly recovered and rushed to Hermione who kept rushing to Hagrid.

It was a work out, walking that far on the Hogwarts grounds. Hagrid's conversations were cut short when we reached a older woman in emerald robes who Harry whispered was Professor Mcgonagall. She seemed nice, but she did not smile much, but she did have smile lines as she grew older for a fact. She had a strict look on her face as she ordered us to follow her inside, we stopped as she turned to face us, poor kid to the left almost tumbled into her. Neville was his name according to Hermione, the boy who lost his toad.

"Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardary. As first-years you need to be sorted into one of the four houses, these houses are like your second families. You can earn points for good behavior and loose points for bad. Now before the sorting begans, straighten yourselves up."

With that speech, she was gone momentarily. Harry tried to flatten his messy hair but it ended in it keeping it's old messy form- it was cute. Wait...WHAT?! I shook my head and smoothed over my hair and we all stood there until a sneer filled the whispered group.

"Is it true Potter is here?" the voice sneered, it was a boy with pale features and pale blonde hair to match his cold blue eyes. He had two back-ups that were both on the beefy side and they just chuckled lamely.

They apporched Harry and the boy stuck out his hand. "Draco Malfoy." he said in his sneer voice as his ferret-face twisted in pride. Ron snorted and it was a mistake at once. "You think my name is funny? Let's see, red hair, freckles, and wore and passed down robes, you must be a Weasley. Then I snapped "Let's see, blonde hair, pale as chalk, and a stupid mouth- you must be a ferret and the first years chuckled and his face screwed in anger.

He turned his attention back to Harry, and said somthing that made me want to curse him into next year. "I can help you choose the right path and make real friends." sending his pasty hand out further, Harry looked at it and said I can pick for myself thank you." he said and Mcgonagall rushed in and straighten us in a line.

I was shoved in front of Harry and Malfoy was standing in front of Ron who was breathing at the speed of light. The bursts were opened, drawing all attention to the line of us and I stared at Dumbledore in awe as he stared down the long line of students, stopping at Harry and I. I moved my eyes away from his icy ones who seemed to study us. I gripped Harry's hand as we gathered around the stool with the hat. Out of all things I thought it would do- it started to SING.

Oh you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.