"Welcome to Hogwarts. 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, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Now, while you are here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you 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," The woman says.

A boy, who I suspect is Neville, sees the toad next the woman and runs up to it.

"Trevor!" He shouts. The woman glares at him. "Sorry," He says, nervously making his way back into the crowd.

" The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily," The woman says, and exits.

"It's true then, what they're saying on the train. The Potters have come to Hogwarts," A boy with blonde slicked back hair says. "This is Crabbe, and Goyle, and I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." I hear Ron snicker 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. We'll soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potters. Dont want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there," He says.

"I think we can tell who the wrong sort are for ourselves, thanks," Harry says boldly.

The woman returns and smacks Draco on the shoulder with a paper. He leaves, glaring at us.

"We're ready for you now," The woman states.

We follow her into a room with four rather long tables and lots of floating candles, I look at the ceiling. It appears as if it has no roof.

"It's not real, the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History," Hermione says, matter-of-factly. Smart-alec git.

"All right, will you wait along here, please? Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbldedore would like to say a few words," The woman says, before walking off.

The man that is supposedly Dumbledore rises from the table which appears to hold all of the the professors.

His eyes shine brightly in the room that we are in. 

"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 3^rd 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," Dumbldore says.

"When I call your name, I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses," She started. "Hermione Granger,"

"Ah, right then...hmm...right. Okay...Gryffindor!!" The hat shouts. A cheer erupts from the crowd.

"Draco Malfoy," 

The Sorting Hat hardly even paused for a second before shouting, "SLYTHERIN!"

"Susan Bones," 

Harry looks up at a professor, and I see who he's looking at, and both of our scars start to hurt.

We both put our hands on our foreheads in pain.

"What's wrong, guys?" Ron asks.

"N-nothing," I say.

"Let's see...I know...Hufflepuff!" The Sorting Hat bellows.

Another cheer.

"Ronald Weasley,"

Harry and I look up at our friend, who was walking up to the hat.

"Ah! Another Weasley. I know just where to put you...Gryffindor!!" 

"Harry Potter,"

The entire room fell silent. Not a single voice to be heard except the hat. It took forever for the hat to sort my other half. When finally,

" Well, if you're sure...better be...GRYFFINDOR!!" An enormous cheer erupts from the Gryffindor table.

"Leilani Potter," I gulp as the room falls silent again. All eyes are on me. I nervously sit on the chair, and the woman places the Sorting Hat on my head.

"Well, well, well, another Potter. Very intelligent. Very intelligent indeed. Yes. But very, very brave. Also very cunning for sure, love of pranks and all. Well, better be... SLY-GRYFFINDOR!!!!!" The Gryffindor table cheers again, even louder this time. It probably took longer for the hat to decide on me than it did for Harry.

I smile as I walk down to the Gryffindor table proudly. I take a seat between Percy and Hermione.

The woman dings on a cup to get our attention after all of the sortings are done.

"Let the feast... begin." Dumbledore states, proudly.

Food appears on our table, and everyone begins chatting.

"Say, Perce?" I ask.

"Yeah?" He replies.

"Who's that man talking to Professor Quirrell?" I had met Professor Quirrell months before we had come to Hogwarts.

"Oh, him, that's Professor Snape, Head of Slytherin house,"

"What's he teach?"

"Potions. But everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies. He's been after Quirrell's job for years,"

"Make sure you don't get on his bad side," Fred says.

"Not that he has a good one," George finishes.

I hear Ron yell. I look up to see that a ghost has popped out of the bottom of the table. My mouth drops open in awe.

"H-hello," I say, trying not to sound rude.

"Hello! How are you? Welcome to Gryffindor," The ghost says. I smile, I notice he seems nice.

Suddenly, ghosts start pouring out of the walls. 

"Hello, Sir Nicholas. Have a nice Summer?" Perce says as he greets him.

"Dismal. Once again, my request to join the headless hunt has been denied,"

All of a sudden, Ron jumps up and says, "Hey, I know you, you're Nearly Headless Nick!"

"I prefer Sir Nicholas, if you don't mind," Sir Nicholas says.

"Nearly Headless? How can someone be nearly headless?" Hermione chimed in.

"Like this," He said, nearly pulling his head off.

"Eww," I said, making a disgusted face. I'd think Hermione, Ron and Harry thought the same.