Blood Rose

Chapter 3

A tall black haired witch in emerald green robes opened the door. She had a very stern face. I can't wait to mess with her.

"The firs' years Proffoser McGongall." Said Hagrid.

"Thank you Hagrid, I will take them from here." Professor McGongall said. She pulled the door wide. The halls were rather large; the walls were lit with flaming torches. The ceiling was high, marble stairs facing us led upstairs. Professor McGongall led us across the floor. I could hear the voices of the rest of the school. Professor McGongall led us into a small empty chamber of the hall. We crowded in closely.

"Welcome to Hogwarts! 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 very important because while you are here, your houses will be like your family in Hogwarts..." Said the Professor. Does that mean I can't date my housemates? Oh, the humanity!

The four houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded with the house cup, a great honor." She droned. I began sleeping with my eyes open. Harry hit me gently.

"I will return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly." Professor McGongall said, leaving. Harry swallowed. I touched his arm comfortably.

"How exactly do they sort us into house?" Harry asked.

"Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking." Ron replied.

"Harry relax." I whispered, even though I was terrified. Suddenly several people screamed.

"What the-?" Harry gaped. I blinked a couple of times. Nope, there were still twenty ghosts. Pew, I thought I was going crazy. Slightly transparent, they floated over us arguing.

"Forgive and forget I say we ought to give him a second chance-" said a fat monk.

"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? 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?" a ghost wearing tights had noticed us.

"Waiting." I explained. Ghosts I can handle, sorting not so much.

"New students! About to be sorted I suppose?" said Fat Friar.

"Yes." I replied.

"I hope to see you in Hufflepuff. My old house you know." He chattered. Definitely Hufflpuff.

Move along now. The sorting ceremony is about to start." Said Professor McGongall. The ghosts left. Now I missed the ghosts.

"Form a line, and follow me." Said Professor McGongall. I got in line in front of Harry. We walked into the great hall. Floating lights lighted it. The tables were laid with gold dishes. The ceiling richly dark and filled with stars. Professor McGongall set a stool down with a old wizard hat on it. They're going to feed us to a hat, I knew it. A rip near the brim opened and the man-eater 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 top them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head