Chapter 3

Samantha's POV

I did a nervous intake of breath and followed the small crowd into a well-lit room. Torches dotted the walls and lanterns danced and swayed. After everyone had filed through, the doors clanged shut and we waited. After a while, a steady buzz of chatter commenced. "I hope I'm in Slytherin", I heard a stout girl with blonde hair say to her buddy, a tall, skinny girl with black hair. I looked up at this but quickly turned around when I heard the soft patter of footsteps. "Darn!" Sherry said in exasperation, I smirked at this but didn't comment, "How did you hear me?!" I shifted my weight to my other foot, we were starting to get on an uncomfortable subject so I steered the conversation elsewhere, "what house do you want to be in?" Sherry deflated a little, "That's what I wanted to ask you, I have no idea what they're talking about", she gestured toward the mingling pack. I grabbed a book from my bag and skimmed through. Sherry watched in annoyance and said, "You could just tell me you know…." I grinned at this and kept looking; to my surprise, the shorter witch stayed put. "Here" I announced handing her the book, "This is the Hogwarts Crest…. and these," I pointed to the four symbols, "Are the houses: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw" Sherry read the small captions underneath the pictures, "Hufflepuff sounds nice…."she said after awhile, "I'm not to sure about Ravenclaw or Slytherin though…Gryffindor would be fun too" she said, then she ran off.

Still smirking I put my book back in my bag. My first year might actually be fun…I thought trying to look on the bright side. Absentmindedly, I took my wand out; it was still warm from the latest spell I had cast on the boat. I had slipped up, my rule was not to be noticed, blend in… maybe then they won't question. But no… Sherry was probably suspicious because I had known she was there too. My finger traced the leaves carved into my English Oak wand, why couldn't I just be normal? Suddenly the steady buzz of low voices stopped replaced by a few shrieks. I glanced up to see slightly transparent figures glide through the wall. Summer, ever the brave one, yelled up to them, "Are you ghosts?" I heard a few murmurs in the crowd at this mention. One of the "ghosts" stopped, "Hey Friar" he said looking down, "Are these first years?" His voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard. It took all my willpower, not to cringe; I'd have to adjust my ears to this. I looked around to see that no one had obviously heard the same thing; I scanned the crowd once more and my eyes fell on Hannah, she was cringing too. A fat ghost spoke up, "I do believe you are right Nick" This time I watched the amber haired witch, meanwhile trying not to scream in pain myself. She could hear the sound all right. "I hope you get into Hufflepuff" the fat Friar said, "It was my old house you know" I gritted my teeth and waited for the ringing to stop. "See you at the sorting" This set a new conversation alight. "How do they sort you?" "My older brother said you had to fight a troll!" "I'm doomed!" I heard footsteps but didn't turn around. There was a tap on my shoulder and I whipped around, pretending to be surprised. But it wasn't Sherry who I had been expecting, it was Hannah.

"Do you know how they sort you?" I shook my head. "My mum said they use a hat". That caught me off guard, "A What?!" I heard Summer before she came over. "You know what?" she said to Hannah, "They should probably have refreshments here" I grinned at this. Suddenly the voices hushed to a whisper and then stopped altogether. A tall man in a black cloak stood at the top of the stairs. He had brown hair, with streaks of red. The way he carried himself, I assumed he must be the headmaster, or at least deputy. He surveyed the crowd. His eyes lingered on Hannah for a few seconds but she stood tall and didn't back down. After what felt like an eternity he said, "My name is Nicholas Greenway, I am the deputy Headmaster for Professor McGonagall and I am also the head teacher for Ravenclaw, please follow me" Following the wizard up the stairs, the precision stopped in front of two gigantic mahogany doors. "Once you step through this gateway, your Hogwarts education will begin" Nicholas solemnly pronounced," We will be ready in a moment" with that he slid through the doors and a hushed whisper fell over the crowd. I made my way over to Summer, Sherry and Hannah who were talking to two boys. The brown haired witch was goofing off, while Sherry was arm wrestling Hannah. In between this violent competition, which involved a lot of cursing and taunting on both ends, the two witches were talking to a black haired wizard, I immediately recognized as Albus Potter. The other boy with reddish brown hair was chuckling at Summer's antics. None of them noticed me standing there. A crow of triumph came from the dueling duo and Sherry walked away smirking. The amber haired witch stood shocked at being beaten. Albus laughed and offered his hand for a battle to which Hannah immediately obliged. I walked over and stood next to Sherry and the other boy who, when he noticed me, introduced himself a little sadly as Joshua, just Joshua. I nodded, I didn't comment that he never told me his last name, and the black haired witch rolled her eyes, "Why don't you talk?!" I shrugged which caused Sherry to stick out her tongue and Joshua to laugh. Summer who now noticed no one had been really been listening to her, came over and pulled out a pack of Exploding Snap, "Anyone?" Joshua of the no last name grinned and nodded. I sighed and said, "Do I have a choice?" A question to which the brown haired witch promptly answered "No". Sherry glanced quizzically at the deck of cards," How do you play?" Summer exchanged a look with Hannah who had come over triumphantly, Albus followed, a little subdued. "In our case, we were thinking of building a card tower…" Sherry crossed her arms impatiently," Ok! I could sort of guess that! But why…are they called ExplodingSnap?" I bit my lip; I knew this had been coming sooner or later. The brown haired witch smiled mischievously and took out a card. All five of us backed up quickly. Summer flung the card.

Sparks literally flew off the tip as it soared through the air, whistling above everyone's heads. A few first years, recognizing the explosive, ducked, shrieking.

The explosion was tremendous. The tiny bomb had landed in the middle of a group of rich wannabe Slytherins that now, as Hannah reflects back on it, was planned. It blew them back against the wall and door. Pandemonium followed.

There was a flash, and a loud crack. My ears were ringing and I had clasped my hands to my ears, hoping it would be enough to drown out the shouts and squeals.

Sherry burst out laughing and Albus, Summer and Hannah dropped to the floor, convulsing in silent giggles. I glared at them and rolled my eyes. Joshua smirked and shook his head although I could sense he was on the verge of dropping to the floor himself.

I gave a small sigh and removed my hands from the side of my head; one of the massive doors swung open, and the deputy headmaster stood, gaping at the confusion in front of him. He however soon got the crowd back in order and led us through the door. A silence fell over the whole group as we were herded into the Great Hall

The first thought that struck me was whoa. I crane my head to the ceiling. A bunch of first years followed suit. The gigantic ceiling was riddled with stars almost like I was outside all over again. I brought myself back down to Earth and looked out into the sea of students. Okay, so my mom had gone to Hogwarts (mum in Gryffindor) and she had told me a lot about it but… this was a lot more than I expected!

I noticed Sherry out of the corner of my eyes, staring open mouthed at everything. Suddenly the steady buzz of voices stopped. The Headmistress, Professor McGonagall, came up with a stool, a scroll, and a hat. Hannah had kindly told me about the hat; it was supposed to sort you into your house. It didn't seem like such a big deal at the time, but now…. I wouldn't have been surprised if every witch and wizard in the room could hear my heart beating; it felt like my chest would explode with nervous energy. My hand snaked its way to my ear almost out of habit, but I quickly realized what I was doing and withdrew it. I couldn't risk anyone finding out my secret this early in the school year. Actually, I would have preferred for no one to find out EVER…. but…. never mind that. Professor McGonagall put the rather disheveled hat on the stool, and out of the rip at the seam came a song:

Oh you may not think me pretty,

But don't judge by what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart

Their daring, nerve and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So try me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!

"But what is this?" the hat questioned.

A prophecy takes shape once more,

In the form of first years four

An elf, a monster, a Quidditch star, a Muggleborn

Follow in their footsteps.

Not yet forgotten the story still lives:

A monster, a blood-traitor, a Quidditch star, a Half-Blood

Known forever as the Marauders of Hogwarts

Beware young students, who are intertwined with this fate,

For great evil awaits the four that take the bait…."

I shivered. An elf? That couldn't be a coincidence, could it? Surely there was another elf in the room. I mentally shook myself, come on Samantha, what were the chances of that? I thought about the prophecy again

With that the hat stopped singing. All four tables erupt with clapping.

Professor McGonagall still looking rather miffed by the foretelling regains order by pulling out her scroll. " When I call your name you will come up and put the Sorting Hat on. It will sort you into one of the four houses: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin.

"Alder, Susan." A timid girl with plaited blond hair stepped up onto the stool. The hat just touched her head when it yelled, "HUFFLEPUFF!" The girl shakily went to the table second to the left. It went on like that. Joe and Joanne Carson both went to Ravenclaw. Then Clark Dercer went to Slytherin and so on and so on. When I heard "Ely, Summer" my slightly pointed ears perked up. Summer walked nervously to the stool, the remnants of the Exploding Snap card clutched tightly in her palm; even witches and wizards as outgoing as Summer were brought down to reality by the decision of the hat. The only people in the crowd NOT nervous were Muggle Borns who had no idea about what was to come. Summer sat down on the stool muttering to herself. The hat slipped over her eyes. It stayed there for a bit, maybe talking to her. The Great Hall was deathly quiet, I don't think anyone moved. Just when everyone in the room lost their patience, the Sorting Hat belted out, "GRYFFINDOR!" Summer beamed and walked over to a table second to the right. She gave a thumbs up to Hannah who winked back. I tuned out most of the names. Joshua, who's last name, I found out, was "Greenway", went to Gryffindor, high-fiving a second year who looked like Albus, Mallory Gronigan, a little disheveled after the explosion, to her delight got put in Slytherin. McGonagall's voice droned on and on.

Sometimes as soon as the hat touched the student's heads they were sorted, others the hat had to think for a while. I envied Summer, who had an early alphabetical last name. Finally McGonagall called out "Jackson, Hannah." Albus patted her on the back as she stared at the hat with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Would Hannah Jackson please step up." Professor McGonagall peered over her spectacles as Hannah cautiously made her way to the front of the crowd and sat on the tall stool. The strict Headmistress had only just put the hat on Hannah's head when it yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!" She breathed a sigh of relief and went to sit with Summer. The Sorting Hat went on, Scorpius Malfoy sat down with a sneer at the Slytherin table. Albus Potter went to Gryffindor; he high-fived the same second year student with brown hair and blue eyes (who Joshua had greeted) and sat down between Summer and Hannah. There were a few people from Catchpole, but most were unknown.

Suddenly, "Sandal, Samantha," is called. My heart literally stopped in my chest. Sherry nudged me on. For a Muggle Born she was adjusting pretty well. I forced my feet to move to the front. At any minute now I was going to freak out and DIE! The hat looked more menacing with every step I took. Would it put me in Slytherin? I shook my head that wouldn't happen… would it? What if I wasn't even sorted… I shakily sat on the rickety stool. I felt sick looking out over the sea of students. My gaze finally came to rest on the Gryffindor table, where Summer and Hannah both gave me two thumbs up and Albus and Joshua silently cheered. I smiled and then all went black.

A/N: Will be continued once we get the rest of the chapter online

Sorry :( – Random Writer