Holly Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone

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I followed Ron off the train, I was really nerves but I tried not to show it.

“Firs’ years! Firs’ years over here!” I heard a former voice say

“Hagrid!” I ran up to him with Ron on my tail,

“There you are, Holly! Made a friend already?”

“Ya, this is Ron.” I looked over at Ron to see him staring at Hagrid in amazement.

“C’mon, follow me, any more firs’ years? Mind yer step, now! Firs’ years follow me!” We followed after Hagrid with the other first years

“You didn’t tell me he was a giant,” Ron said

“Ya didn’t ask,” I chuckled as we made our way down a steep, narrow path. Ron seemed to be focusing on the ground so I decided to pock his shoulder to see what would happen and he jumped a foot in the air. I started laughing,

“That was not funny Holly!” I stuck my tongue out at him

“I thought it was.”

“Which yourself Potter, I’ll get you when you least expect it.” He smirked

“Bring it, Wesley,” We laughed as we made it to the edge of a great black lake. It took a little of the tension off at least, even though my heart is still pounding in my chest.

“No more’n four to a boat!” Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Ron and I looked at each other then went to get into a boat with the boy who was missing his toad and Hermione. The boy was sniffling, probably didn’t find his toad

“Hey, I don’t think we properly entered ourselves, I’m Holly.” I held out my hand for his

“Neville,” He said as he took my hand

“Everyone in?” Hagrid asked, who had a boat to himself. “Right then, FORWARD!” Just then the boats moved at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over us as we sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff.

“Wow,” I whispered as we got closer,

“Heads down!” I watched as the others in the first couple of boats reached the cliff ducked. We were next so we ducked down as the boat carried us through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. We sat up as we were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking us right underneath the castle until we reached a kind of underground harbor. We got to the shore the Ron got out then helped me out

“Thanks,” I smoothed out my skirt

“Oy, you there! Is this your toad?” Hagrid asked as checked the boats as people climbed out of them.

“Trevor!” Neville cried blissfully, holding out his hands. Then we started up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid’s lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle. We walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door.

“Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?” Neville nodded then Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door. The door swung open at once to show a tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes. She looked like someone you did not wanna get angry, “The firs’ years, Professor McGonagall,”

“Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here.” She said as she pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big you could have fit the whole Dursleys’ house in it and then some. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing us led to the upper floors. I was getting nervous again as we followed Professor McGonagall, I could hear other voices in another room as we were taken to a small, empty chamber off the hall.

‘Here we go’ I heard Flora say as Professor McGonagall started

“Welcome to Hogwarts. The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room. The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting. I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly.” I straightened out my uniform as she walked away,

“Hey, Ron? How do they sort us into houses exactly?” I asked titning my ponytail

“Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking.” Ron told me, and my heart fell into my stomach. They expect us to do a test in front of the whole school?! What kind is it, I don’t know anything about magic except from what I read in my school books. Just then several people behind me screamed. I turned to see about twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at us. They seemed to be arguing.

“Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance-” The fat little monk started

“My dear Friar, haven’t we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he’s not really even a ghost- I say, what are you all doing here?” A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed us.

“New students!” The Fat Friar said, smiling at us. “About to be Sorted, I suppose?” A few people nodded mutely. “Hope to see you in Hufflepuff! My old house, you know.”

“Move along now. The Sorting Ceremony’s about to start.” I turned to see Professor McGonagall had returned. So one by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall. “Now, form a line, and follow me.” I lined up behind a boy with sandy hair and Ron behind me. We walked out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall. The sight in front of me was amazing! It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led us up to the front, I looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. I heard Hermione whisper,

“It’s bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History.” I tried not to roll my eyes as we made it to the front. We stood together as Professor McGonagall went off. That’s when I noticed Draco was standing next to me with Ron on my other side. Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of us. On top of the stool, she put a pointed wizard’s hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. Just then the hat twitched, a rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth, and the hat began to sing:

“Oh, you may not think I’m pretty, But don’t judge on 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 put 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!” The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.

“So we’ve just got to try on the hat!” Ron whispered to me. “I’ll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll.” Draco and I chuckled softly as Professor McGonagall stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.

“When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted,” She said. “Abbott, Hannah!” A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moments pause,

“HUFFLEPUFF!” The hat shouted. The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. I saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.

“Bones, Susan!”

“HUFFLEPUFF!” The hat shouted again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.

“Boot, Terry!”

“RAVENCLAW!” The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them.

“Brocklehurst, Mandy!” Went to Ravenclaw too, but “Brown, Lavender!” Became the first new Gryffindor, and the table on the far left exploded with cheers. As name after name was called I was getting more nervous, that’s when I felt Draco take my hand. I gave him a small smile and nod in thanks. “Granger, Hermione!” Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head.

“GRYFFINDOR!” The hat shouted making Ron groaned. Neville went next and he was in Gryffindor too,

“Malfoy, Diana!” Draco let go of my hand when his sister went up. The hat barely touched her head when it screamed

“SLYTHERIN!” She smirked then walked off to the table.

“Malfoy, Draco!” I heard him sigh then walked up, he sat on the stool, it took a minute but he was put into

“SLYTHERIN!” He walked over to sit by his sister, who looked pleased by the outcome. More names went by when finally

“Potter, Holly!” I took a deep breath then stepped forward as others whispered. I sled onto the stool and the last thing I saw was everyone staring at me before the hat was covered my eyes.

“Hmm,” I heard the hat start in my ear. “Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There’s talent, A my goodness, yes, and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that’s interesting. . . So where shall I put you?” I guess anywhere would work, I mean I heard a few things about Slytherin but if Draco was put into that house then it can’t be that bad, right? “Giving me a lot to work with there, aren’t you? Well, let it be, GRYFFINDOR!” The hat was removed and I went to join my table, they were giving me the loudest cheer yet. Percy the Prefect got up and shook my hand vigorously, while the Weasley twins yelled,

“We got Potter! We got Potter!” I sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff I’d seen earlier. The ghost patted my arm, giving me a sudden, horrible feeling that I just plunged it into a bucket of ice-cold water. But I smiled at him none the less, I looked over the High Table. At the end nearest to me sat Hagrid, who was giving me a thumbs up. I grinned back at him and looked towards the center of the High Table, in a large gold chair, sat Albus Dumbledore. I recognized him from the card I’d gotten out of the Chocolate Frog on the train. Dumbledore’s silver hair was the only thing in the whole hall that shone as brightly as the ghosts. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Professor Quirrell, too. Looking just as nervous as the day I might him. A few more were sorted before Ron, he looked kind of green from where I was sitting

“GRYFFINDOR!” I clapped loudly with the rest as Ron came to sit beside me with a sigh of relief

“Well done, Ron, excellent,” Percy said to his little brother. As the last of the first years were sorted Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away. Just then Dumbledore rose to his feet. He was beaming at us, his arms opened wide as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see us all here.

“Welcome,” He said. “Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are, Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!” He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. I was a little confused that’s when I noticed the empty dishes won’t empty anymore

“Wicked,” I whispered as I looked over the table, and stared with the lamb chops, giving one to Floare.

“That does look good,” I looked up to see the ghost in the ruff sadly, watching me put cinnamon on my sweet potatoes. I turned my head to look at him better “I haven’t eaten for nearly five hundred years. I don’t need to, of course, but one does miss it. I don’t think I’ve introduced myself? Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at your service. Resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower.”

“I know who you are!” Ron said suddenly “My brothers told me about you, you’re Nearly Headless Nick!”

“I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy -”

“Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?” Seamus Finnigan interrupted, making Sir Nicholas look upset at Seamus, who was taking a drink of water

“Like this,” He grabbed his left ear then pulled, making his head swung off his neck and onto his shoulder, making Seamus choke on his water. I can’t blame him, it looked like someone had tried to behead Sir Nicholas but hadn’t finished the job. Sir Nicholas flipped his head back onto his neck, coughed, and said, “So, new Gryffindors! I hope you’re going to help us win the house championship this year? Gryffindors have never gone so long without winning. Slytherins have got the cup six years in a row! The Bloody Baron’s becoming almost unbearable, he’s the Slytherin ghost.” I looked over at the Slytherin table and saw a horrible ghost sitting there, with blank staring eyes, a gaunt face, and robes stained with silver blood. He was setting between Diana and Draco, I felt bad for him but her, let’s just say I’m enjoying the look on her face.

“How did he get covered in blood?” Seamus asked with great interest.

“I’ve never asked,” After another half hour it was time for dessert. I gave Floare some strawberries as the others talked about there families

“I’m half-and-half,” Seamus started “Me dad’s a Muggle. Mom didn’t tell him she was a witch ’til after they were married. Bit of a nasty shock for him.” We laughed a little

“What about you, Neville?” Ron asked

“Well, my gran brought me up and she’s a witch, but the family thought I was all-Muggle for ages. My Great Uncle Algie kept trying to catch me off my guard and force some magic out of me, he pushed me off the end of Blackpool pier once, I nearly drowned, but nothing happened until I was eight. Great Uncle Algie came round for dinner, and he was hanging me out of an upstairs window by the ankles when my Great Auntie Enid offered him a meringue and he accidentally let go. But I bounced, all the way down the garden and into the road. They were all really pleased, Gran was crying, she was so happy. And you should have seen their faces when I got in here, they thought I might not be magic enough to come, you see. Great Uncle Algie was so pleased he bought me my toad.” Neville told us as I heard Percy and Hermione were talking about lessons, I rolled my eyes then looked up at the High Table. I shook my head at Hagrid, who was drinking deeply from his goblet. I looked over to see Professor McGonagall talking to Professor Dumbledore and Professor Quirrell, in his absurd turban, was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, sallow skin, and deep brown eyes. Just then he locked eyes with me, then my scar started to burn.

“What’s wrong Holly?” Percy asked

“Nothing, just too much sugar I guess,” I told him rubbing my temple as the pain went away. I looked up at the teacher again, he looked at me then at Professor Quirrell. “Who’s that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?”

“Oh, you know Quirrell already, do you? No wonder he’s looking so nervous, that’s Professor Snape. He teaches Potions, but he doesn’t want to, everyone knows he’s after Quirrell’s job. Knows an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape.” I looked at him again but he didn’t so much as glance at me again. After ten more minutes, the desserts disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again making the hall fell silent.

“Ahem, just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well.” Dumbledore’s twinkling eyes flashed in the direction behind me. Probably at the twins, “I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death.” I raised an eyebrow then lead closer to Percy

“Is he for real?” I asked in a hushed toon

“Must be,” Percy said leaning back a little, “It’s odd because he usually gives us a reason why we’re not allowed to go somewhere, the forest’s full of dangerous beasts, everyone knows that. I do think he might have told us prefects, at least.” We lead away from each other

“And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!” Dumbledore told us, that’s when I noticed that the other teachers’ smiles had become rather fixed. I guess they like the song just as much as the students. Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, almost like a snake, into words.“Everyone pick their favorite tune, and off we go!”

And the school bellowed:

“Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please, Whether we be old and bald Or young with scabby knees, Our heads could do with filling With some interesting stuff, For now they’re bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff, So teach us things worth knowing, Bring back what we’ve forgot, just do your best, we’ll do the rest, And learn until our brains all rot!” Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. I had to content myself with a few others as Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.

“Ah, music,” He wiped his eyes. “A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!” We stood and followed Percy through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall, and up the marble staircase. I could hear a few people mention my name but when I looked back they’d stop talking, great I’m a sideshow at a circus, just then a girl let out a shrike,

“What happened?” Percy asked stopping

“Something touched me and it was cold!” A girl with brown hair said then Hermione gave a lep, then jumped back holding her butt

“What was that?!” She asked

“Black panties, nice.” I heard from behind me, I looked to see a little man with wicked, dark eyes and a wide mouth was looking under MY SKIRT!

“HEY!” I yelled as I swotted at him backing up, holding my skirt down.

“Peeves!” Percy said angrily as he stood between us and him.

“Oh, I’m just having a little fun with the Ickle Firsties!” Peeves said grinning my way, I shuddered a little.

“Go away, Peeves or the Baron’ll hear about this, I mean it!” Peeves stuck out his tongue and vanished. I could hear him zooming away, rattling coats of armor as he passed. “You want to watch out for Peeves,” Percy told us as we set off again. “The Bloody Baron’s the only one who can control him, he won’t even listen to us prefects. Don’t worry I’ll tell the Baron about this. Here we are.” I looked up to see a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress hanging there on the stone wall at the top of a staircase.

“Password?” She asked

“Caput Draconis,” Percy said, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall. Ron and I looked at one another then walked in with the others, into a cozy, round room full of squashy armchairs. “Alright, girls your dorm is up the stairs, first door on the right and boys are the first on the left,” I said night to Ron and the guys then followed after Hermione. We climbed to the top of a spiral staircase, we’re obviously in one of the towers, we found our beds at last: five four-posters hung with deep red, velvet curtains. Our trunks had already been brought up. I went to my bed and put my bag down, letting Floare out

‘Finally!’ Floare said stretching as I changed into my Walking Dead t-shirt and climbed into my new bed and started braiding my hair.

“I can’t wait for classes to start tomorrow,” Hermione said as she changed, “What class are you excited for Holly?”

“The only thing I’m excited about is putting my head on that pillow.” I plopped down with a sigh,

“Come on Holly, look I’ll start. I’m looking forward to transformation class, now you?” I groaned then turned away from her, after a minute of hearing the other girls settle in



“I’m looking forward to poisons class, I think it’ll be fun and challenging.” Floare curled up next to me, I glanced at Hermione to see her smiling at me “Can you turn the light off now?”

“Oh right, sorry.” She turned off the light “Goodnight,” Everyone said their goodnights

“Night,” I waited a minute then pulled Anna out of the bag and hugged her to my chest. “Night mum, night dad,” I whispered then fell asleep

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