Night arrive's on the train, and everyone starts to feel drowsy. Even I feel sleepy, and I'm can normally stay up till three in the morn. Hermione's head starts to loll, and I have nothing to do. Walking out off the cart, I see three boys, one with silvery blonde hair with a pinched face, and the other two like his bulky bodyguards.
"Hey, what you doing out here?" He sneered, the pudgy boys behind him snigger, as if he told a hilarious joke.
"Seeing how many morons are outside, I count three." I say cooly, walking past him, bashing my shoulder against his.
"I would punch you, but I can't hit a girl." He yelled-whispered. I smirk,
"I was going to say the same thing about you." I laugh at his face, which is screwing up at each word. Before he can do anything, the train stops suddenly, making me fall forward. Unfortunately, I fall onto him. Screaming, I run back into my carriage, with a wide eyed Hermione staring at me.
"What happened," She whispered shrilly,
"I heard screaming!" Her voice, no matter how quiet, rang out throughout the carriage.
"This horrible boy, I fell on him when the train stopped." I said in a hushed tone, walking out of the train with Hermione.
"Ugh, that stinks. Come on we have to go on this..." She said, her voice as wobbly as the boat we had suddenly arrived at. A giant burley man with a beard for a face yelled out,
"First 'ears this 'ay! First 'ears this way!" I plopped onto the boat next to Hermione, her bushy hair getting in my face. As we rowed towards everyone was going, I saw a gleaming castle, so large I gasped. As soon as our small boat hit the dock, I scrambled out of it, running towards the old palace. I race to the giant door, with Hermione close behind.
"Oh there now 'oungester, wait till everyone 'ere 'fore you run into the castle!" The monstrosity bearded man says to me, his voice booming. He has tangled black hair, and eyes as small as beetles.
His voice startles me, and I turn around to face him. He chuckles a giant chuckle, but I can tell he wouldn’t hurt a fly. He looks down at me, before starting to talk.
“Now, it’s nice to see some excitement!” He says and we start walking, the large group of first years scattered in a big clump, as we make our way towards the castle. The man makes sure that the group is still together.
“I’m Rubeus. Rubeus Hagrid. I’m the groundskeeper here.” He whispers to me, and I nod my head. I remember reading about giants in one of my books. Could he be one of them? I think, but that leaves my mind as quick as it came. This man seems intelligent, and he’s much too small to be a giant, but he’s much too big to be a normal person.
We reach the large doors, and Hagrid leaves us with a tall old woman, with small spectacles placed upon her nose. Hermione is right next to me, staring up at the woman, too. I think everyone is staring at her, speechless, most likely wondering how someone can look as serious as she does.
She speaks very loudly, and we hang on to every word of hers, making sure we all know what to do.
“Single file line, please! Good. Now, welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you 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 you points. Any rule breaking and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the houses with the most points is awarded the house cup.” She says. We all nod our heads.
Something begins to croak, and the boy from before, Neville, I think his name was, nervously looks down. “Sorry.” He says, before the woman continues, in an utterly annoyed tone, looking around at all of us.
“The Sorting Ceremony will begin momentarily.” She says, before walking into a room. We wait, and Hermione turns to look at me. She smiles a wide smile, her two front teeth showing, like they usually do. I don’t mention her bucked teeth. My foster mom has bucked teeth, so I’m used to it.
“I really do hope I get into Ravenclaw. It would be amazing!” She says, and I slightly laugh. Hermione is still smiling. I wonder where the Weasley twins are. Most likely inside the room the woman just entered.
“It's not real, the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History.” Hermione says, startling me. For a second, I had forgotten she was there, as I stared wonderingly at the ceiling. I nod my head, although I already know this, cramming as much information about the wizarding wor- MY world as I could into my head.
“Will you wait along here please. Now before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words.” The woman says. By now, I am sure she is a teacher here, just by the way she is sure of all her actions.
A man with a long white beard, all the way across the room, stands up. He must be 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 third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to all who do not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you.” Professor Dumbledore sits down.
The woman picks up a old hat, looking at a list in her other hand. All the students are quiet, even the older ones.
“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!” She yells.
“Oh, no. OK relax.” I can hear Hermione mumble, before she walks to the woman. Hermione sits on the stool, a nervous expression on her face. The hat is placed on her head, and not a minute later, calls out, “GRYFFINDOR!”
Hermione smiles, walking to the table. I spot the Weasley’s there, all of their flaming red hair sticking out.
“Amelia Harn!” The woman says, and my stomach is in knots. I nervously walk up to her, and the hat is placed on my head. The sorting hat is in my head, talking to me.
“Ahh. You aren’t who you seem to be, Ms. Potter.” He says. I almost wince.
“That’s not my name now. I’m Harn. Because I was adopted.” I think, and I can hear a chuckle. The sorting hat full-on laughs.
“Ahh. But you are still a Potter. And don’t forget that.” He tells me, although I don’t think a hat should be giving me advice. Still, I take it to mind. The sorting hat takes a bit more, and then talks again. “Well, Ms. Potter, you are brave. So you shall be in GRYFFINDOR!” He shouts, and I walk over to Gryffindor table, sitting next to Hermione. The Weasley twins smile, and start talking.
“Great! Now little Ronnie doesn’t have to learn. Though anyway, we know Ron will get into Gryffindor.” Fred says. I smile, happy to be where I am. And though I will still stay a Harn, I will still be a Potter, and I will still be the girl who lived. Though I won’t let anyone know it.