Chapter 4 : Chapter 4
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A/N: Okay, the last chapter was rather disappointing, I know, but I hope I made up for it with this chapter.
I'm actually proud of this one ^.^ I actually came up with my own Sorting Hat song ;D Yay, so have fin reading :]
The train had stopped completely and the boys stood in front of the compartment door, ready to leave. All four of them felt nervous as the door opened by itself and kids started to walk out and onto the platform. The boys went out without saying a word, and squeezed through a throng of older students who were laughing loudly.
“He actually believed me when I told him that you had to fight a troll to get sorted into a House.” The boys overheard one of the older students say. They had now stepped out of the train and were met with a gush of cold air. Shivering they heard a loud voice: “Firs’-years over ‘ere! Firs’-years!”. And then they saw where the shouts were coming from. A huge man with a big bushy beard and a coat that could hide all four of the boys was standing at the front of the train, holding a lamp and waving a hand above his head.
“Firs’-years over here!” he shouted over the chatter and the laughter of all the students. All the first-years stood in front of the giant, waiting. “The names Hagrid, ‘an I’m the games keeper at ‘ogwarts, so follow me and watch yer step!” The first-years did as they were told, and the boys joined the back of the line, as all of them started to follow what seems like a steep and narrow path. Dark was all around them.
“We don’t actually have to fight a troll do we?” Peter asked in a shaky voice.
“Nah, Pete, don’t worry. My dad told me that you just have to put on some hat that apparently zaps your brain or something, to see where you belong. He said it hurts a bit, but your fine in a few minutes.”
James answered while Remus laughed.
“James, the hat doesn't zap your brain.” Sirius said.
“Oh…” James said with a frown. “Well what does it do?”
“Dunno.” Sirius said simply.
The boys fell into silence once again. They had now been walking for more than five minutes and nothing was becoming clearer. Kids kept tripping over and grabbing their friends so as to not fall.
“Argh!” Peter shouted as he tripped over a root from a nearby tree, and grabbed Sirius who in turn grabbed James, and the three of them fell on the ground on top of one another, while Remus was dying from laughter.
“You lot okay back there?” shouted Hagrid, while some of the students closer to the boys snickered.
“Fine!” the three of them shouted back, while trying to get back up on their feet.
“Oi Sirius, get off my leg!” James said trying to push the person off of him.
“I’m not on it!” Sirius retorted back. The minimal amount of light coming from Hagrids lamp was moving further away and making things even harder to see.
“Then who’s on my leg!”
“Oh I think that’s me.” Peter said pushing himself up from the ground and of off James’ leg.
“Okay, can you guys hurry up? Everyone’s left and we need to catch up.” Remus said giving a hand to James. Finally all three of them were up on their feet and they had to jog around a bend to catch up with the other students, who had now stopped and the boys noticed they were standing in front of a large lake and a number of small boats sitting on the water near the shore.
The boys looked over the heads of the other students and got their first sight of Hogwarts. On the other side of the lake, on top of a high mountain, was a vast castle with many towers and turrets. Some were pointing and talking excitedly to their friends.
“Next time Pete, grab Remus ‘kay?” Sirius hissed, trying to catch his breath, not looking away from the castle.
“No more’n four to a boat!” Hagrid called. Everyone started to get into the tiny boats and the four boys were the last ones to get into one. Hagrid had taken one boat all by himself.
When everyone was sitting and waiting for something to happen, Hagrid shouted “FORWARD” and all the boats moved all at once, gliding across the smooth, icy lake.
“Try to not fall in. The Black Lake ‘olds a number of creatures, one of ‘em being a massive squid.” Some students snicker quietly.
“He’s serious?” a blond girl asked the black haired girl sitting next to her. The girl just nodded and moved further away from the edge of the boat. Then everyone was silent, staring at the castle coming nearer and nearer to them as the little boats approached the cliff that it stood upon.
“Heads down!” yelled Hagrid as the first few boats reached the cliff. They all bent their head and the boats carried them through a curtain of ivy. The boats moved along a dark tunnel, leading them underneath the castle. Then they finally reached an underground harbour and everyone climbed out of the boats on to the stones. They all followed Hagrid as he climbed some stairs on a rock, the lamp held high above his head, lighting the path for them. They reached the top and were now standing on the grass in the shadow of the castle. They walked along a short path across the dark grass and up another short flight of stone steps, and were now standing in front of the huge, oak front doors.
“Everyone here I hope.” Hagrid said over his shoulder and raised his huge fist and knocked on the door.
The group of first-years stood behind him and watched as the door opened at once and a tall, black-haired witch stood there. She looked like one of the stern teachers that you shouldn’t cross. (But that wasn't going to stop the boys from trying.)
“The firs’-years are here Professor McGonagall,” said Hagrid.
“Thank you Hagrid. I’ll take them now.” The door swung wide open and the boys could see a massive entrance hall with a magnificent marble staircase leading to the upper floors, torches lighting up the walls and a ceiling that seemed to have to end.
The first-years followed Professor McGonagall up a few steps leading to massive doors, from behind which the drone of voices could be heard. McGonagall turned around to face them.
“Welcome to Hogwarts,” she said to them all. “Before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will first be sorted into your Houses. The four Houses are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin and while you are here the House you belong to will be like you second family.
“Each House has a noble history and has produced well known witches and wizards. While at Hogwarts you may earn House points, or you may lose them for wrong doing. The House with the most points is awarded the House Cup at the end of year feast.
“The Sorting Ceremony will begin shortly in the Great Hall. I will come back when we are ready to begin.” With the last of her words, McGonagall turned on her heel and walked through the huge doors and no one got a chance to see inside.
“Woah, the Sorting is in front of the whole school?” Peter asked facing his friends.
“Yeah, does it matter?” Remus asked.
“No, but well it’s just that what if I don’t actually get into any of the Houses?” Peter asked, his voice shaking nervously.
“Pete, don’t be stupid. You’ll get in. You wouldn’t be here otherwise,” James said patting his friends shoulder. “Calm down, it’ll be fine.”
“Oy, so do I look okay?” Sirius said, doing a little twirl for his friends.
“You look dashing Sirius,” James said sarcastically.
“Indeed you do my friend,” Remus added.
“You have something on your teeth though.” Peter said pointing to Sirius’ mouth.
“WHAT!” Sirius roared covering his mouth and several other students turned around to see. The other three fell about laughing, clutching each other for support.
The door then opened again and Professor McGonagall stepped out.
“The Ceremony is about to begin. Form a line,” She ordered the nervous first-years. They formed a line in twos; Remus and Peter were standing behind James and Sirius.
“James,” Sirius said quietly.
“Is there actually something on my teeth?”
James let out a small snort and received a look from McGonagall that said ‘be quiet, or else’, so he just smiled pleasantly up at her.
“Okay, now follow me.” The door to the Great Hall opened once more and McGonagall walked through with the line following.
The line was greeted with a sight most of them had never seen before. In front of them was a marvellous room lit by thousands and thousands of candles floating in mid-air and the sealing looked exactly like the sky outside; millions of stars were scattered across it and the occasional cloud would flutter by.
“This place is amazing!” whispered Sirius looking at the starry ceiling sky.
Four long tables were laden with golden plates and goblets, and sitting at them were the rest of the school. At the end of the hall was another table where the teachers were sitting facing the students. Sitting in a large throne like chair at the middle of that table, was Dumbledore, the Headmaster of the school. He was an old man with a long white beard, the same white long hair and half-moon spectacles. His eyes were a pearly blue and he was smiling pleasantly at the students.
Professor McGonagall led them to just that table and they came to a halt, standing facing the professors. McGonagall then placed a four legged stool with an old, tattered hat on top of it, in front of the students. Everyone watched and then a rip near the bottom, of the hat opened and the hat burst into song.
“I am not the perfect hat
And you may not want to wear me,
But I am wise and I am true
And I always have a clue.
So slap me on and you will hear
How I whisper in your ear.
I will tell you where to go,
Which noble House to be in.
You could be in Gryffindor,
Chivalrous and brave.
And always very daring;
You could be in Ravenclaw,
Where your sharp mind will find its place,
With all the other smart kind;
Or maybe Hufflepuff’s your House,
Where your true friends await,
They’re just and loyal and unafraid of toil;
Or maybe you belong in Slytherin,
Where you’ll use any means,
To achieve your ends,
That cunning folk will be your true friends.
So don’t be afraid,
In your mind we’ll have a chat,
For I’m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat.”
The hat bowed to everyone as the whole hall burst into loud applause, and then the hat was still once more.
McGonagall stepped up closer to the stool and unrolled a piece or parchment.
“When I call your name, you will sit on the stool, put on the hat and wait to be sorted into your House.” She called “Abbot, Damian,”
A short boy with light brown stepped out of the line and walked up to McGonagall. He sat down and put on the hat. Everyone waited for something to happen and then—
“HUFFLEPUFF!” the hat roared and the table to the right burst into applause. The boy stood up taking off the hat, and went to sit with his new House. Next came twins “Andrial, Stefan,” and “Andrial, Whitney,” a Ravenclaw and Slytherin and soon it was Sirius’ turn.
Sirius looked over to the Slytherin table and gulped. There were his cousins, Bellatrix and Narcissa; Bella and Cissy.
Oh merlin, I think I’m gonna puke… he thought. His stomach was churning as he sat down on the stool and put on the hat.
“Why so nervous boy?” he suddenly heard a small, croaky yet strong voice in his head.
“Umm… Because I don’t want to be like the rest of the family, yet if I’m not they’ll kill me,” Sirius answered in his head.
“Ahh… The rest of your family are like ‘leaches’ you say, and all in Slytherin?” the hat asked.
“And I see you made some great friends… Well you’re very loyal; would do well in Hufflepuff, and also pretty smart, I see. But you really want to be different from your family ey? Well then you better be a GRYFFINDOR!” the hat shouted the last word to the whole Hall.
Sirius stood up and almost fell to the ground; his legs were like jelly! He was a Gryffindor! He really was different now...
The cheers emanating from the Gryffindor table, bought Sirius out of his thoughts, but by far the loudest cheers were coming from three boys in the line of first-years. He smiled widely, and started to walk over to his House table. He sat down at the table and people shook his hand and congratulated him.
Sirius glanced over to the table with his cousins; Bella and Cissy were glaring at him murderously. He could just hear the vicious murder plans they were making in their heads for him.
Oh who cares! You’re a Gryffindor! This is one of the best things that could have happened to you! The voice in his head was right, so he smiled at his cousins and have them a little wave. They’re expressions were priceless.
Everyone watched as “Boot, Michael” was made a Ravenclaw. The Sorting continued and James watched, getting bored and fidgety. Then finally he was snapped out of it.
“Evans, Lily.” McGonagall called, and the girl from the train stepped forward eagerly and went to put on the hat.
Lily… She’s Lily… James thought. He stood on tip-toes trying to get a better look. He grabbed Remus’ shoulder for support and Remus, not expecting the extra weight, buckled and almost fell to the ground if it hadn’t been for Peter, who caught him by the elbow. People turned around to stare at the small commotion and James whispered a quiet ‘Sorry’ to the girl whos leg he had stepped on accidentally.
James turned his attention back to Lily. She was still sitting on the chair, her forehead was creased and it looked like she was having an intense conversation. Then suddenly she smiled widely just as the hat shouted “GRYFFINDOR!”. She stood up happily and went to sit next to Sirius, who congratulated her and introduced himself.
Damn Black! Keep yourself away from her! James thought furiously, and as if Sirius had heard his thoughts, he looked over at James and upon seeing his face, stared straight ahead at the Sorting where “Hudgens, Alicia” was sorted into Slytherin.
Then “Khamna, Zaffia” and “Knox, Angela” both became Gryffindor’s and sat down next to Lily who hugged both of them. The sorting continued with cheers from Ravenclaw and Slytherin in turn. And then—
“Lupin, Remus,” shakily, Remus moved out of the line and went to sit and put the hat on. When the hat touched his head, a voice said,
“It doesn’t matter what you are.” And a second later it shouted “GRYFFINDOR!” to the Hall. Remus smiled. It doesn’t matter what you are… Maybe it really didn't.
He sat down next to Sirius, who patted him on the back and then turned back to the sorting. Not a lot of people were left.
“Moon” … “Nott” … “Olivian” … Lucas” cheers from Slytherin and Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables. Then Peter was up.
“Pettigrew, Peter,” he stepped out and sat on the stool. He put on the hat and it fell slightly on his forehead.
“This is difficult… There’s something here that I can’t quite read, which is truly unusual… You’re not very brave but you do like to try; like to learn, but can never seem to be good enough for yourself…” the voice of the Hat said quietly.
“Please just let me get into a House. Any house.” Peter thought, more to himself then the hat.
“Any you say? Well then let it be GRYFFINDOR!” the Gryffindor table erupted into cheers. Peter sat down across from Remus, smiling.
“Potter, James,” James stepped out with confidence. He had given himself a little pep talk earlier, and now he was feeling much better.
He sat down and the Hat had barely touched his head when it shouted “GRYFFINDOR!” and James smiled wickedly and sat down next to Peter.
“Stone, Alice” became a Gryffindor and she sat next to Lily, Angela and Zaffia.
There were only a few left to be sorted now and there was another three Hufflepuff’s, four Ravenclaw’s and two Slytherins, and the sorting finished with “Xander, Kimberly,” who became another Ravenclaw.
McGonagall took away the stool and the hat and sat down on the right side of Dumbledore and Dumbledore stood up spreading out his hands as if inviting them all in for a hug.
“Welcome to those who are new, and welcome back to those who are returning,” he said with a smile. “Now all tuck in!” and with those words, plates with every food you could ever imagine appeared across the table.
“Food!” Sirius called very loudly and excitedly. Dumbledore laughed and called out “Indeed!” with the same amount of volume to this voice. Everyone who knew what happened laughed. Sirius’ plate was already full and he was still pilling more onto it.
“Jeez, Sirius,” laughed Peter. “Calm down and leave us some food as well.” He reached with his fork to try and get a pickle that Sirius was aiming for and had Sirius growl at him.
“Wow…” James said and everyone laughed while Sirius stuffed his face. Everyone then ate and a minimal amount of talk was coming from the tables.
James wanted to talk to Lily, become friends, but there just never seemed a time at the table. She was happily chatting to her friends, Alice, Angela and Zaffia, and James didn’t want to interrupt. He’d get his chance; they were in the same house after all.
When the last of the dessert was finished, the plates disappeared and Dumbledore stood up once again.
“Now that we are all fed, I would like to say a few things before we go to our beloved beds. Just a reminder that there is no magic aloud in the corridors and that the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds to all students. A list of things that have been banned hangs upon the caretakers, Mr. Filches, office door, and as some of you have noticed, we have a new addition to the Grounds. A tree called the Whomping Willow has been planted, and it would be in your best interest to never go near that tree unless you want to get seriously injured or even killed.” Remus bowed his head, looking away from Dumbledore. That tree was planted for him…
“Now one last thing for the first-years: lemon drops,” Bags of lemon drops appeared in front of each first-year. “I’m very fond of them.” Dumbledore said with a wide smile. “Prefects, take your house’s first years up to the common room and the dormitories, not forgetting to give them the password. Goodnight.”
A/N: Meh... There was a very feeble attempt at humour... I absolutely stink at humour ;/ but I'm trying to get better at it :]
Okay, ummm... so tell me what you think please :]
Oh and PS: Might not get another chapter up for some time ;[ I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED IT! I've just been so busy ;/ Am sorry about that and I will try to make the chapter good, am kinda stuck ;[
Thank you for reading,
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