5 Hogwarts, the sorting

"First years this way, come on, follow me" said a loud booming voice from outside the train, obviously Hagrid.

Following Hagrid the first years made their way to the boats, then using the magic boats they traveled leisurely traveled to Hogwarts.

After their lovely little ride on the boats they arrived at the majestically massive castle that was Hogwarts.

After having walked up the stairs to the entrance of Hogwarts, a tall witch in green attire opened the giant double doors and stepped out of them and in stood in front of them.

"Greetings and welcome to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, this is the place where you will learn to be the next generation of spell casters, but before we can begin we will first get you sorted into your houses, so please wait here for a moment."

After she left, the rest of the children started to murmur until one voice stood out from the rest.

"I hear that Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts, and it looks like I heard right" said a pompous whitey blonde prick from the crowd, it was the one and only, Draco Malfoy.

The murmuring intensified after what Malfoy had said.

"Sure Harry's come to Hogwarts, what of it?" said Eric in his most intimidating voice, which was very intimidating especially since Eric was about a foot taller than Malfoy, absolutely ripped and had cold piercing eyes looking straight at Malfoy.

Ignoring Eric, Malfoy spoke directly to Harry, but it wasn't much better because although Harry wasn't as tall as Eric he was still at least half a foot taller than Malfoy and ripped, however seemingly lacking the cold piercing gaze.

"Y-you must be Harry huh" Malfoy said with a gulp while trying to hide the fact he was sweating buckets.

"Yes I'm Harry who are you?" Harry said.

"M-my name is Draco Malfoy nice to meet you"

"I'm sure it's nice to meet you t-" but Harry was cut off before he could finish his sentence.

"But do you really think it's a good idea hanging out with someone as lowly as a muggle-born" Malfoy said with more confidence as if he thought that just because he was pure blooded that meant he was exempt from getting beaten the shit out of.

Now Harry was a pretty normal guy when it came to insults, when they were aimed at himself he was fine but as soon as someone insulted Eric then he didn't take it well, this was because Eric was the first one to accept him, to treat him as a normal human, as a friend, so as soon as Malfoy had said that Eric was a lowly human, then he knew that he didn't like him.

"Well maybe you should shut your mouth, before I do it for you, you blonde headed prick" Harry said angrily.

But before the matter could escalate any further, the door opened again and professor McGonagll came out.

"Come this way, the sorting is about to begin."

And so the horde of eleven year olds entered the dinning hall.

The horde stopped in front of a three legged stool with an old and withered looking hat on it. And then before anyone could react to the oddness of this hat it started singing his song.

After the hat finally finished it's weird song professor McGonagll took out a piece of parchment.

"when I call out your name please come up here and sit on the stool." McGonagll stated.

As the sorting started, Eric looked around and after a second his eyes laid on a turbaned stuttering man sitting on the staff table.

Eric started thinking about what had to be done this year, from saving Hermione from the troll in the bathroom, the duel with Malfoy and then the subsequent encounter with fluffy and then the trials and the face off with Quirrell over the philosophers stone it was definitely going to be a bit hectic.

After Eric's short contemplation of the rest of the school year it was finally his turn to get sorted.

"Eric mowroly" said McGonagll monotonously.

Eric walked up to the stool and sat down, he then felt the hat get placed on top of his head and a voice spoke into his mind.

'Intriguing, now you're a strange one, where do you think you should be placed' the hat asked.

'Gryffindor' thought Eric.

'Really why' asked an intrigued voice.

'Ravenclaw are all sweats when it comes to work, I prefer to be strong and smart not just smart, hufflepuff are all useless, no offence, and Slytherin are in the dungeons under the lake, Gryffindor is the only good one'

'Ok then', the sorting thought in agreement, and then loudly said, "Gryffindor it is then"

Then Eric walked to the Gryffindor table and sat down, he was waiting in anticipation for the feast to begin, but before that it was Harry's turn to get sorted.

The whole Harry Potter being at Hogwarts thing happened and this was followed by the small interlude, presumably where Harry talked to the hat, and finally he was also placed in Gryffindor.

There was a lot of cheering from the Gryffindor table after Harry was sorted, which only quieted down after Harry had sat down and Dumbledore had had asked for silence.

With the sorting finally over the feast began, Eric ate a lot of bacon, actually as a matter of fact he actually ate nothing else. Harry was unsurprised by this behaviour, as he had seen it many times, but to the rest of the people near Eric on the Gryffindor table it was fascinatingly horrifying.

After the feast concluded it was time to go to the common room and sleep, it had been a long and eventful day.