Fan Fiction ❯ The one Who Never Knew ❯ Welcome To Hogwarts ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 3, Welcome To Hogwarts

The next day I went shopping with Grandmum for school supplies. I seriously had no idea when she said "School supplies," That she meant, you know witch stuff. I now own a cauldron, several spellbooks, a very hit-me-baby-one-more-time school uniform that I will not wear, robes, and get this, a Magical wand! At least I got a pet owl also, I named him Mosh-pit. You know I thought this was all pretty weird, I mean seriously, a magic wand. But you know, things just got weirder. We had to go to Kings cross train station, and go to platform nine and three/quarters. Me never having ridden on a train before had no idea that, that platform doesn't exist unless you walk through a boulder separating the two. I am so not kidding, I walked through a solid barrier. Gram followed and amazingly enough on the other side was a shiny red train that said Hogwarts express on the side. We boarded the train to see several other kids my age, younger, and older. I chose this empty corridor in the back with Gram, what was worse was that I was the only person who had her Grandmother on the train with her, oh good, I'm already giving myself a crappy rep at me new school. Ok now I'm sure your thinking, "Well, it can't get any weirder then that," Right? Well you are so totally wrong.

"I'm so excited Rupert (my Dad's name) is finally allowing you to learn to use your magic," Gram said brimming with excitement, "I wonder which house you'll be in, I was in Hufflepuff, and your Father when he went, before he dropped out of course and started going to Eaton, was in Ravenclaw," I stared at her seriously thinking she'd lost it.

"Huff-n-puff? Raving-claw? What the hell are those?" I asked bluntly. She gave me a disapproving look.

"Watch your language," She warned, before explaining all about houses, and headboy and prefect and stuff.

"So I don't want to be a Slytherin?" I asked. Gram nodded.

"Slytherin's always seem to be bad news, when I was young there was a Slytherin, Severus was his name…" I totally zoned out on Gram and let my mind drift to Rob. You know I sorta wish I had just forgiven him. The train stopped abruptly and everyone got out to look at this huge castle. I'm not kidding, it really is a castle. I was the only one not in uniform, since I was still insisting that I would not dress like a prep. All the other kids got out and ran to hug friends, telling them about their Christmas break and stuff, a particularly good-looking boy who looked to be about my age winked at me. I am not kidding, so you know I was thinking, maybe this won't be so bad after all, I mean Rob is still hotter, but this guy still had major appeal, with his sugar-blonde hair and silver-y eyes. So you know things were really looking up, and other then Gram babbling beside me everything seemed pretty cool. It seemed cool until I talked to the Headmaster.

"Miss Mendel, we're very glad that you are able to join our school, now we have to speak with you about training levels," He said, he was really old, you know, and looked like Merlin from the musical Camelot. And he was actually wearing a tall pointy hat, seriously.

"She hasn't had any training, so I guess she'd have to start at first year," Gram said from beside me.

"She would be the oldest in her class," He said slowly, "What the other professors were saying, is that we can start her in first year and move her up as she advances, because it's obvious she at the age of fifteen will surpass the students of eleven." Eleven. I'm going to be in a class with a bunch of eleven year-olds. I almost started crying. I mean for God sakes, how embarrassing would that be?

"That sounds like a good idea to me," Gram replied, The Merlin-ish dude smiled, "So, how are you Albus?" Gram asked. That's really his name, Albus, and what's even worse, is his last name is Dumbledore. I mean talk about being screwed in the name department. They babbled about this and that for a while and then Dumbledore said that it was near time for the feast and so I let Gram kiss me on the cheek and leave, and I followed Dumbledore into the Great hall. May I please say right here, "Cool." The great hall is like awesome. There's actually real live ghosts! Ok so maybe not live, but… You know what I mean. I followed Dumbledore to the front of the room, everyone truned and stared at me. I'm not really good in situations where I'm the main focus, have I mentioned that? I'm sure my face was like beet red.

"If I can have everyone's attention, we have a new student, Jade Mendel, who needs to be sorted, and then I hope that the Prefect from that house will show her around," He said pulling out this ratty old hat. He set it on a bench and tapped it, and it literally sprung to life. No joke. And started singing."

"I am the Hogwarts sorting hat, although I am in tatters,

But in the wizard world looks aren't all that matters,

I am the smartest hat you can find,

Top hats and boulders, and sunhats are blind,

You may be asking yourself is he smart? Is it true?

Just come over here and let me prove it to you!

I can see your deepest thoughts and desires,

Which house you should be in, whether you are truthful or a liar,

So pull me on your head and sit tight, I will shout out the house that is right!

You may be best for Gryffindor,

Where you can show your daring,

Your courage and your chivalry, your bravery is blaring,

Or perhaps Hufflepuff is where you'll find your calling,

They're loyal, just and truthfulness is rising, never falling,

Or maybe good old Ravenclaw is where you belong

Those witty, clever, students are mentally strong,

Or perhaps Slytherin is right for you,

Where the sly and cunning tricks are what you want to do,

So slap me on your head and I'll dissect your thoughts,

I'll find out all your memories and your evil plots,

Just put me on your head the skinny, short or fat,

I'll tell you where to be, or my names not the hogwarts sorting hat!"

So, I put it on. I know it's not exactly the coolest fashion statement but what could I do everyone in the whole freaking school was staring at me. And then what was even worse, the thing started talking to me.

"Good mind, fairly loyal, mischievous, yes, well, also quite brave, bold type. A regular Weasley twin, I know where to put you. GRYFFINDOR!" I took the hat off looking around the great hall. I caught glance of the guy that blinked at me, he looked annoyed. And then I looked over at this table that had all these cheering students in red. And I seriously wished I had gotten placed in the house with that blonde boy. I went over to sit at the cheering table where several students all dressed in that same hit-me-baby-one-more-time uniform with little red and gold ties and red sweater vests.

"I'm Hermione Granger," a girl with bushy brown hair said smiling at me. "This is Ron," She said motioning to a tall slender red-haired boy with very nice eyes, "And that's Harry." Harry was also slender but not quite as tall, with messy black hair, glasses, shockingly green eyes and what looked like a scar shaped like lightning on his forehead.

"Hey," Ron said also smiling. And Elbowing Harry who looked really tired who also said hello.

"Um, Hi," I said self-consciously. The whole table seemed to turn and look at me.

"Your not from around here are you?" A boy of athletic build, with sandy hair asked. I shook my head.

"I'm from Michigan, you know, the state in America?" I explained.

"Wicked," Ron said cocking his head as if to see if I had tentacles or something, being an American and all. He glanced at another boy who did the same head-cocking thing. Finally a blonde-haired girl told me what they were doing.

"So, did you not get your uniform yet?" She asked staring at my P.O.D. T-shirt and baggy camouflage pants.

"Oh, that, well it's not really my style," I said staring at her uniform. They all sorta exchanged these looks that said very clearly, "Freak."

"Hey, which house is that one?" I asked pointing a the table where the winking-hotty was sitting.

"Slytherin," The sandy haired one said with disgust. Oh it just figures that the hot guy would be in the bad house. Bad-boys always were my type, I mean look at Rob. Not that my new Gryffindor male classmates were bad-looking or anything, most of them were pretty hot, but they just weren't Rob. Luckily, even though I had to start as a first year, I got to room with all the fifth years, since they're my age. There were three other girls in my dorm. Hermione Granger, the one with bushy brown hair, Lavender Brown, the girl with blonde hair who had asked me about my uniform, and Lavender's best friend, Parvati Patil who looked Spanish with her long black hair.

"Miss Mendel, you need to wear the school uniform everyday except the weekends and holidays," The head professor for Gryffindor, Minerva Mcgonagall told me as I was following the other fifth years.

"Whatev'" I muttered yawning. I still had a bit of jet-lag. She narrowed her eyes at me strictly and I kept walking trying to match strides with Ron, who had the longest legs of the pack, by far. Reminded me of Rob, him being so tall and all.

"Hey is there internet access here?" I asked Ron who looked dumbfounded.

"They don't even have computers here," Hermione said from behind me. I turned around and gaped at her.

"You gotta be kidding me," I shouted.

"Nope,"

"How's a girl supposed to send an email around here?" I asked indignantly.

"You have to use owl-post," She explained. Owl-post, my god what is it the dark ages?

"Owl-post?" I asked. She nodded and went on to explain that you had to write the letter tie it to your owls leg and then tell it who to give the letter to, and somehow, miraculously, it works.

"Rob is gonna freak when an owl shoots into his living room and starts pecking him on the head," I said shaking my own head.

"Rob?" Lavender asked interestedly. She's that type of girl, the one who's a major flirt and all she cares about is everyone's love-life and making sure that her love-life is up to key.