The Auburn Shades of Emerald | [Harmione/Harmony]

Chapter 2: Sorting Woes, Quidditch and the Hallowe'en Fiasco

A/N: I found the above meme pretty hilarious (an even more ridiculous one's down). Just imagine Voldemort's reaction on getting schooled by a girl who is not even a quarter his age! And that too Muggle-born! (Not to insult the Muggle-borns; that's very 'racist'. Besides, Hermione's a fan-favourite :)) Now that's Hermione for ye!

#HermioneGranger

On with the fic!

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Harry was pleased to find Hagrid waiting on the side aisle at Hogsmeade. All the First Years were gathered and were taken to the Hogwarts Castle by boat. They were far too awestruck by the majesty and grandeur of the castle to say anything.

Once inside the castle, they were greeted by Professor McGonagall outside the Great Hall. She explained the House & points system to them and asked them to wait while they prepared for the Sorting Ceremony to commence, going inside the Great Hall.

A boy with short white-blond hair spoke up suddenly.

"It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

The students started whispering.

"This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy - Draco Malfoy." [Malfoy trying to pull off a James Bond lol] Ron snickered at his name.

"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley. [Turning back to Harry] Well, soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." [Extending his hand to Harry]

Harry, not being one to take his arrogance, replied, "I think I can tell who the wrong sort are myself, thanks." Draco glared at him.

McGonagall came back and tapped on Malfoy's shoulder with a piece of parchment. He left Harry alone with one last glare.

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Dumbledore rose to make a few announcements, settling down after completing. From Harry's perspective, they were not what a First Year would like to hear; which child would be comfortable with the prospect of hearing about dying the first thing they come to school? Thankfully, the eerie awkwardness vanished before it had the chance to settle in; the Sorting Ceremony commenced.

McGonagall started calling the names of the students. First up was Hermione.

"Mental, that one, I'm telling you," whispered Ron, to which Harry nodded despite being reluctant, as he did not want to lose a friend.

The Sorting Hat took a moment mulling over whether she should be put in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor but finally went with Gryffindor. Hermione smiled & jumped off the stool amidst a round of applause and went to sit at the Gryffindor table.

"Draco Malfoy."

The Hat nearly freaked before touching down on Malfoy's head. "SLYTHERIN!" it called out, not even taking half a second.

"There isn't a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin," Ron said to Harry.

"Susan Bones."

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

Harry looked around to spot a pale man with greasy black hair giving him sinister looks. His scar hurt.