In the midst of First Year students, Harry had lost Draco and was now standing next to a tall, freckled and red-haired boy. He gave a cheesy grin to Harry, then stared at his scar in awe. His robes were clearly second-hand, and his wand didn't seem to fit into his hand the way Harry's did. He noticed that Harry had been mindlessly staring at him and although what he was doing was slightly creepy he couldn't help noticing the attractiveness of 'The Boy Who Lived'. The redhead shook the thought out of his mind and looked at the stern, sallow-faced witch that stood before them.
"First Years, please follow me to the Great Hall where you will be sorted," she said in a kind but strong voice.
The boy next to Harry cowered with nerves.
"My name is Professor McGonagall, and I am Head of Gryffindor House," she continued, walking mindlessly through a short corridor and entering a large hall five times the size of the Dursley's House. There were five tables, four stood side by side, filled with students ranging of age. The last table, placed at the front of the hall, was filled with teachers varying in size, Harry noticed: a tall wizard with long white hair and a similar beard; a pudgy, happy looking witch; an extremely short, balding wizard; a sad, rather young wizard with thin, greasy black hair, and a quavering professor wearing a purple turban whom Harry remembered he had seen at The Leaky Cauldron. Professor McGonagall placed an old hat on a stool and smiled. The redhead looked relieved.
"My brothers told me we had to some sort of test! Those bastards, Fred and George know that I'm hopeless at magic!" muttered the redhead under his breath, clenching his fists.
"Oh, I'm Ron Weasley by the way, nice to meet you, Harry," he said in a much calmer voice.
Harry smiled then reverted his attention back to the raised platform. McGonagall now held a long scroll of what Harry guessed was names in her hand.
"When your name is called, please sit on the stool and wear the hat, it will then sort you into your designated house," she explained, her eyes swimming over the students.
"But first," the hat began in a deep, ancient voice.
It began 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.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
Harry and the rest of the hall broke into applause. Harry was looking forward to his conversation with the hat and was excited to learn what house he would join. McGonagall began to read. "Abbott, Hannah!"
A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. The sorting hat was silent as if it was thinking.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
"Bones, Susan!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.
"Boot, Terry!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them.
"Brocklehurst, Mandy" went to Ravenclaw too, but "Brown, Lavender" became the first new Gryffindor, and the table on the far left exploded with cheers; Harry could see Ron's twin brothers catcalling.
"Bulstrode, Millicent" then became a Slytherin.
He was starting to feel definitely sick now. He remembered being picked for teams during gym at his old school. He had always been last to be chosen, not because he was no good, but because no one wanted Dudley to think they liked him.
"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Sometimes, Harry noticed, the hat shouted out the house at once, but at others it took a little while to decide. "Finnigan, Seamus," the sandy-haired boy next to Harry in the line, sat on the stool for almost a whole minute before the hat declared him a Gryffindor.
"Granger, Hermione!"
Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat.
When Neville Longbottom, was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. The hat took a long time to decide with Neville. When it finally shouted, "GRYFFINDOR," Neville ran off still wearing it, and had to jog back amid gales of laughter to give it to "MacDougal, Morag. "
When his name was called, Malfoy walked forward confidently and Harry watched his proud smile, he was determined to reside in the same house as him. The hat had barely touched his head when it screamed, "SLYTHERIN!"
Malfoy went to join his friends Crabbe and Goyle, looking pleased with himself.
There weren't many people left now. "Moon". . . , "Nott". . . , "Parkinson". . . , then a pair of twin girls, "Patil" and "Patil". . . , then "Perks, Sally-Anne". . . , and then, at last --
"Potter, Harry!"
As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.
His face burned with nerves, McGonagall silenced them and Harry sat onto the stool, his face still scarlet.
"Oh, yes, ok," said the hat in an indecisive voice. "You seem to fit the Slytherin and Gryffindor houses requirements very well, Mr. Potter."
The hats voice echoed in Harry's head. "Very resourceful, which I can sense will show later in life. However, you are always going head-on into situations, which is a very Gryffindor quality."
Harry had decided it was time to speak. "I'd like to be in Slytherin, after all, that's where Draco is."
Harry had the feeling that the Sorting Hat would have nodded if it was a real person. The hat spoke for the last time, to the entire hall. "SLYTHERIN!" it screamed. The hall gasped, even McGonagall's face was white with shock and terror. Suddenly there was an outburst of murmurs. The tall, white-haired man stood up and simply raised his hand for silence. The hall quietened almost immediately. McGonagall began to continue reading the list. Harry settled next to Draco.
After a few more children were sorted, including the boy Harry met, Ron Weasley, who was a Gryffindor, the white-haired and bearded old man stood and walked toward the podium.
"Welcome, first years, and welcome back, those who were here last year, to Hogwarts. I hope you all enjoyed your holidays. However, I will not hold you ransom any longer. You may now eat." he said in a wise tone, that Harry admired.
Harry looked at the door expecting to see waitresses pouring in with dishes of food. However, when it didn't come, he turned back to the table and began to sigh. It was changed into a gasp when he noticed the piles of scrumptious food, that Harry devoured gleefully. After eating what felt like thousands of chicken legs and a large piece of creamy chocolate cake, he downed a goblet of pumpkin juice. He was fuller than he'd ever been in his life.
The white-bearded man stepped forward once again.
"To all of the first years, my name is Professor Dumbledore, though you may just call me Dumbledore. I am the headmaster, and I hope you enjoy your seven years with me, your Professors, and your classmates. The house prefects should escort you to your common rooms."
"I shall see you all tomorrow morning, where you will receive schedules."
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★ Harry Potter's First Year ★
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