The Journal

Sirius had been hiding something dangerous, something treacherous...from the rest of the Wizarding World... something only he knew about. The matter was never revealed to any individual as his death arrived unexpectedly a little too soon. One day, while James Albus Potter and his friends were messing around the Whomping Willow, the tree catapulted an old, withered journal straight towards James’ head. The kids were clueless as to the information held within the journal, but soon realized it held things that would change their lives, twisting it with adventure, drama, and choosing between life and death.


4. Hogwarts

The train soon arrived at Hogwarts. The view of the school was magnificent. It stood there as if it was a palace of magic. Wanting to explore our immediate surroundings, Rose and I quickly ran off the train. We were happily parading around the place when we bolted straight into a huge giant-looking thing. It looked like it was half-human and half-giant, which had hair wrapped all over himself, making his face barely visible. It gave us a sudden shock and we made an attempt to escape, running as fast as our legs could carry us. Unfortunately, no matter how fast we ran, two steps of that giant would catch up to us. The scary-looking thing picked us up, giving us a smile. Rose’s screams soon turned into laughs. I wondered why. Then I remembered what my father told us. He had told us that he was a friend of a giant named Hagrid, who had helped him, Uncle Ron, and Aunt Hermione in many ways when they were at Hogwarts. Hagrid said,

    “‘Ello, yeh lot! Me name’s Hagrid.” He gave Rose and me a quick glance and then eyeing me specifically, he said,  “Well, well, well, what der we ‘ave here? Aren’ yeh J- J- John Potter?”

     I stared at him, still unable to find my voice. Rose on the other hand seemed to bring out her friendly attitude and shook her head, laughing.

    “He’s not John. He’s James Potter!” she corrected him.

    “Oh, is that so? Well yeh must be Ron and ‘ermione’s daughter, then. What’s yer name, again?”

    “I’m Rose Weasley,” she said, grinning at the hairy giant.

    “Alrigh’, then, Rose. James and yer can head on over ter the boats by the Black Lake,” he informed us, pointing behind him, “I’ll get der rest o’ der first years,”

We headed over to the boats situated by a dark lake barely visible in the blackness of the night. On the other side of the lake, I could see yellow lights glittering from what seemed to be a huge, and beautiful castle - The Hogwarts Castle. I smiled at the sight, imagining the whole year I’d be spending in that building. It seemed ages old, yet just as new and attracting. I immediately fell in love with it. It was love at first sight.

We climbed into the boats in groups of four or five, depending on the amount of people. The boats pushed off from the shore. All the first years were hypnotized by the magical landscape. By the time we snapped out of it, we had arrived at the other side of the lake. I jumped out of the boat, excited to enter the school and get sorted into one of the four . I was skipping forward, when I was astounded by the fact that our journey wasn’t over.  A huge flight of golden stairs stood before us, leading into the fascinating and beautifully decorated doors of the main castle.

As we made our way through Hogwarts’ hallways, I admired the gorgeous paintings and wall hangings assembled accordingly on the walls of the castle, giving it a much more unique and medieval look. I gaped at the elegant look of the castle. A white, plump cat sat silently by the double door entrance to the main hall, observing all of us first years as we stood there, waiting for further instructions. The chitter-chatter among us grew as we began acquainting our soon-to-be mates.

“Oh, here you are,” a stern, but smooth voice said from behind us, “You two look like lost puppies waiting to be claimed by the right owner...” Scorpius snickered as two fat guys, his henchmen, appeared behind him.

    “What do you want, Scorpius?” Rose asked, turning to face him, her teeth clenching  together.

    “Ok, look. I’ll give you one last chance. Adolf and Curtis, here are much smarter than you. They knew exactly who to make friends with,” he gestured to the fat boys behind him and smiled to himself, “It’s your turn to choose now. Be claimed by the right owner when you have the chance, James.”

    Scorpius stuck his hand out for me to shake. I looked at him, disgust speaking at every inch of his face. Scorpius was offering me his friendship, a friendship that, I knew, would consist of him being the master and ruling everyone around. A friendship that would bring him to power and us to the floor. A friendship that would never happen in this world.

    “I think I can find the right friends for myself, thanks. I don’t need an owner right now,” I retorted. “Come on, Rose,”

    I pulled Rose away from him and his minions and toward the front of the crowd. The second we reached the frontmost part of the group, the black cat from the corner pranced onto the space in front of us and transformed into... into... a woman. I gasped along with the rest of the students as the cat-woman walked up to us and stood upright with her black robe and witch’s hat.

    “Hello, first years. I’m Professor Elliot. Welcome to your first year of Hogwarts. A proper introduction will be given by our Headmistress, Professor McGonagall. But first, you must all get sorted into your houses. Follow me,” Professor Elliot said, waving for us to move forward.

    She walked up to the door as flicked her hand at it as it opened up to give way to a large room, the Great Hall. Professor Elliot walked in, and led us in through the crowd of students sitting at their seats. They cheered us as we arrived towards the center of the Great Hall. Ahead of us I could see a raggedy old witch’s hat, sitting on a wooden stool. I could tell everyone was eyeing the hat with a mixture of emotions. Hope, suspicion, anxiety.

It was, after all, the Sorting Hat.

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