the daughter of severus snape

Chapter Two: Sorting Hat

After what felt like forever, we finally reach the majestic castle. Hogwarts looks 100 times better than I could have ever imagined. After a couple of minutes, me and my friends are out of the train. "hmm hmm. Right, then! First years! This way, please! Come on, now, don't be shy! Come on now, hurry up!" A big man calls. He has a brown beard and looks much bigger than the average human, not to be rude. We follow him to a bunch of boats. "O by the way, my name is Hagrid. Two to a boat!" The three of us look at each other, not knowing what to do. I shrug and say, "Might as well just all go on one. Not like anyone is gonna find out." Malfoy and Blaise look at each other and shrug, so we all get into one. Me and Malfoy do the rowing while Blaise watches the view. Not that I can blame him; this view is absolutely amazing. We follow him out of the boats, into the castle, and up the stairs. We all stop, looking at a witch with glasses. She looks back at us and opens her mouth.

"Welcome to Hogwarts. I am Professor McGonagall. Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can 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 your house points. Any rule-breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup."

Neville (the boy who was looking for his toad) appeared to have found his toad right in front of McGonagall, "Trevor!" He reunites with his toad, oblivious to the world around him. After a few seconds, he finally realizes his mistake. "Oh, s-sorry p-professor" He apologizes, embarrassed.

"We're ready for you now. Follow me." She says, so we follow her into the Banquet room. The Banquet room is absolutely amazing. There are 4 long tables in the room, that are each filled with thousands of people. There are also floating candles. I'm assuming that the tables are for each house. The ceiling looks absolutely beautiful; of the night sky. I hear that girl from the train who was trying to help Neville find his stupid toad saying, "It's not real, the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History." Ugh, how much more of a know-it-all can she be?

McGonagall leads us to the front of the room, where the sorting hat is. This old man with a big white beard stands up. I'm assuming he is Professor Dumbledore. "I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce. The first years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you that the 3rd-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you." He sits back down.

McGonagall says, "When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Hermione Granger." This was the know-it-all girl. Granger sits on the stool, and McGonagall places the hat on her head.

Sorting Hat: "Ah, right then...hmm...right. Okay...Gryffindor!!" 

The Gryffindor table claps for her.

"Draco Malfoy"

Sorting Hat: SLYTHERIN!

I hear Ron (the redhead) saying, "There isn't a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin." I feel like punching him right now. 

"Susan Bones." 

Sorting Hat: Let's see...I know...Hufflepuff!

she goes on like this, and soon I lose some interest, so I look at some of the professors. One of them catches my eye. His hair is a dark black and comes down to his shoulders, and he is wearing a solemn expression. He looks at me, but he doesn't look away. He looks intrigued; he looks like he saw a ghost. He whispers something to Dumbledore, who he is sitting next to. Dumbledore looks at me, which some sparkles in his eyes. I guess the professor must have known my mother or something. Wait, what if he knows my father? Chills run down my spine.