Speed. I am Speed.

The First Day

"Students," announced Dumbledore, spreading his arms wide in a grandiose gesture, "welcome back to another year at Hogwarts. It is sure to be splendid."

Dumbledore surveyed the room smiling, teeth twinkling like the stars that covered the ceiling of the great hall.

Coughing a little to regain the student's attention, he continued with his annual speech.

"Before we begin our feast and the sorting ceremonies, I would like to introduce you to some very special students that we will be having this year. As some of you may know, our Games Keeper, Hagrid, went on a little mission for me this summer to recruit magical beings that don't necessarily look like the typical Hogwarts student. However, since we are moving forward into modern times, we thought that this year we would expand our horizons and let in a few magical creatures. Talking cars to be exact." Dumbledore paused, letting this sink in.

Chatter flooded the Great Hall as students whispered and speculated what Dumbledore meant.

"Surely, he must mean the Thestrals who pull our chariots," said Seamus.

"No Seamus," said Hermione, her head held high, "he clearly means automobiles"

With that, Hermione pointed her wand at the four cars who had just rolled into the Hall.

The students all turned to look at the incoming students, and collectively, they gasped.

Harry whispered, "Could he have survived a curse from Voldemort as well?", as sitting before them were four cars, all different colours with the one in front having a distinct shape painted onto it's side. A lightning bolt.

Coloured a fire engine red, this car had a smirk on his face as he rolled forward. He was accompanied by three other cars, one girl and two other boys.

The one on the left of the flaming red vehicle was a lime green. It had a smirk on his face, as if he were plotting some kind of mischief.

The one on the right looked kind and intelligent. Having a sky blue colouring and being the only female car, she stood out among the others.

The last car was more a truck. Looking slightly dopey, he was bouncing around behind the other three, getting a good look at the bountiful feast spread out on the tables ahead.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," exclaimed Dumbledore, spreading out his arms majestically. 

"Is that food for us," said the truck, with a bit of a twang.

Dumbledore smiled down. "Yes, but first, the sorting ceremony." 

Pointing his arms out, the cars rolled forward to where lay a dusty old hat.

"Well, well, well, look at what we have here", it proclaimed, it's tone ominous, and entirely uninviting.

The crimson car reversed momentarily, mildly taken aback, but then came forward again. The others were less subtle. Honks and horns sounded around the Great Hall as the other three cars expressed their shock.

"I'm McQueen hat. I live for speed, so let's make this little 'appointment' quick, okay?" said the bright red car, as Dumbledore expertly placed the hat atop his hood, with the precision of only someone who has held a talking hat for years could have done. No shaking or wobbling.

"Hmmm, yes, yes, your engine rumbles with a freedom, yes. You could easily be Slytherin with your cunning, but Gryffindor with your courage and loyalty."

McQueen looked over to the table with the red and gold. The people there looked fun.

"Put me with those people over there," said McQueen.

"Which people. You need to clarify since you clearly don't have hands," said the Sorting Hat with a bit of sass. He'd been doing this job for years now, and without a pay raise, it could get a bit dull.

"Well, neither do you," retorted back Lightning. "Anyways, I mean the ones with the red and gold at their table."

"Very well," said the Sorting Hat, with a note of resignation. "GRYFFINDOR," he exclaimed to the rest of the crowd.

With a smug smirk on his face, McQueen rolled over to the table of red and gold. He noticed a kid with round glasses and dark hair looking at him kind of weirdly.

Whatever, thought McQueen as he rolled over to the feast laid out before him.

The rest of the sorting went by quickly. Chick went to the Slytherins for his cunning. Sally went to Ravenclaw for her intelligence. Tow Mater went to Hufflepuff, because he wasn't intelligent enough for Ravenclaw, but at least he was kind. 

The feast finally began. Tow dug right in, rivalling Ron's speed of consumption.

The others sat idly by.

Things were sure to be interesting in this school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.