Survivor (Twilight/Harry Potter Crossover) - Book 1

Chapter 4

Lexi's POV

The grand doors swung open to reveal an older woman with grayish hair and a long, green robe.

"Here are the First Years, Professor McGonagall," Hagrid said.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here," Professor McGonagall replied. I wasn't sure whether I should be scared of her or not.

Hagrid nodded his head, going through the huge doors McGonagall came through.

"Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates, but before you take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Now while you're here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule-breaking and your house will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup. Now wait here for a moment," McGonagall instructed, leaving through the doors.

"How exactly do you get sorted?" I asked, nervous. In a way, I didn't want to be separated from Ron, Harry or Hermione (not that I liked Hermione very much anyway) because they're the only people I know in this place.

"Dunno, Fred said it was like a test," Ron mumbled. I suddenly got more nervous. I could tell Harry was really nervous too, so I squeezed his hand comfortingly. He gave me a grateful smile. I could hear Hermione reciting spells under her breath which irritated me. Just because she's some brainiac, doesn't mean she's superior to the ones who aren't. I suddenly heard a yelp from somewhere and whipped around to see pale figures floating in the air. Ghosts

"What the--?"

The ghost seemed to be arguing about something.

"My dear Friar, haven't we already given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and he's not even a ghost, if I must say- What are you all doing here?" A ghost who was wearing ruffs and tight pants bellowed. By now, everyone else in our group of First Years had turned around to look at the ghosts.

"First Years, I suppose," the ghost called Friar assumed. At that, they floated away through the doors.

"So it's true, the famous Harry Potter has now come to Hogwarts," a sarcastic voice called out. We turned around to see a boy with slick, blonde hair and pale skin smirking at us.

"This is Crabbe and Goyle," He said, pointing to two large boys who were standing next to the pale boy like bodyguards with smirks on their face too. "And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," Pale Face introduced himself as Ron sniggered but tried to cover it up with a cough. I gave him a slight smile.

Pale Face turned to Ron,"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to tell me who you are. Red hair, freckles, you must be a Weasley. That family has more children than they can afford," Malfoy snickered, along with the children around him who were probably part of his 'group'. 

Pale Face turned back to Harry, "You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort." He said, sniggering at Ron who was still furious. Harry gave a disgusted look at Malfoy adding, 

"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself," Harry smiled back at Ron and I. We smiled back at him as the doors opened and McGonagall came back out. 

"They're ready for you." She said and led our group through into the huge hall. My eyes widened at the magnificent view my eys were looking at. The hall was lit by thousands of candle that were just floating on air above long tables where kids were sitting. The tables were laid with glittering, gold goblets and plates the shined and lay in front of each student. Professor McGonagall led us up to the front of the hall where there was a stool and an old-looking hat.