Sorting and Introductions

As Professor McGonagall began reading names from the parchment, the room buzzed with anticipation. The students shifted on their feet, excitement and nerves palpable in the air. The first name was called, and the sorting ceremony commenced.

"Abbott, Hannah!"

A small girl with blonde hair nervously approached the stool, and the hat was placed on her head. After a moment, the hat shouted, "HUFFLEPUFF!" The Hufflepuff table erupted in cheers as Hannah joined her new housemates.

"Black, Eleanor!"

Eleanor stepped forward confidently, her dark hair shimmering under the enchanted ceiling. She placed the Sorting Hat on her head and waited.

"Ah, another Black. Plenty of intelligence and wit. Better be... RAVENCLAW!"

Eleanor smiled broadly as she joined the Ravenclaw table, greeted warmly by her new housemates.

"Black, Hydrus!"

Hydrus stepped forward, his expression a mix of excitement and determination. He placed the hat on his head, and it deliberated for a moment.

"Hmm, interesting... Plenty of courage, indeed. Better be... GRYFFINDOR!"

Hydrus grinned as he made his way to the Gryffindor table, receiving enthusiastic applause from the Gryffindors.

"Bones, Susan!"

Susan, with her kind eyes and calm demeanor, approached the stool and placed the hat on her head. It didn't take long for the hat to decide.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

Susan beamed as she joined Hannah at the Hufflepuff table, the two girls already chatting excitedly.

"Brown, Lavender!"

The ceremony continued, with each student being called in alphabetical order, the Sorting Hat making its decisions swiftly and confidently.

"Greengrass, Daphne!"

Daphne walked with poise and grace, her head held high. She placed the hat on her head, and it immediately shouted, "SLYTHERIN!"

Daphne joined the Slytherin table, greeted by polite nods and smiles from her new housemates.

"Granger, Hermione!"

Hermione, her bushy hair slightly tamed for the occasion, approached the stool nervously. She placed the hat on her head, and after a brief pause, the hat declared, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Hermione sighed with relief and joined the Gryffindor table, greeted by enthusiastic cheers.

"Potter, Hadrian!"

The entire hall seemed to hold its breath as Harry stepped forward, feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation. Whispers spread through the crowd, and many eyes were on him. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, was about to be sorted. 

Harry sat on the stool, the Sorting Hat placed on his head and covering his eyes, and he immediately heard a small voice whisper in his ear.

"Ah, Harry Potter. I see bravery, like your father. But there's much more, isn't there? So much potential."

Harry swallowed hard, thinking about what he truly wanted. "Gryffindor sounds good because of my dad, but I also like learning and Ravenclaw seems to fit that."

"Yes, indeed," the hat mused. "You have a thirst for knowledge and a keen mind. But you also have a lot of bravery. Gryffindor would help you develop that side of yourself."

Harry thought about the possibilities. "I know, but I think I'd fit better in Ravenclaw. I love reading, learning new things, and solving puzzles. I want to explore and understand magic deeply, not just use it."

"Hmm," the hat said thoughtfully. "Let's consider your other options. Gryffindor would value your bravery and determination, true. You would likely find friends there who share your courage. But is that all you are, Harry? A brave heart alone?"

Harry felt a wave of doubt. "No, I'm more than that. I want to be known for my knowledge and insight, not just for being brave."

"Precisely," the hat replied. "Slytherin could also be a choice for you. You have ambition, a drive to prove yourself, and a desire for greatness. In Slytherin, you could forge powerful connections and learn the cunning needed to navigate the complexities of the wizarding world."

Harry frowned slightly. "But I don't want to be seen as ruthless or power-hungry. I want to make friends for who I am, not for what I can do for them."

"Ah, a fair point," the hat acknowledged. "Hufflepuff is known for loyalty and hard work. You would find a community there that values fairness and dedication. But is that where your heart lies?"

Harry considered it. "I admire those qualities, but I think I need more intellectual stimulation. I want to be challenged and inspired."

"Indeed," the hat said. "Your mind is sharp, Harry. You have a natural curiosity and a desire to learn. Ravenclaw would nurture those qualities. You would be surrounded by like-minded individuals who value wit and wisdom. Your potential for greatness lies not just in your bravery or ambition, but in your intellect and creativity."

Harry felt a sense of clarity. "Ravenclaw sounds like the best fit. I want to be challenged and grow intellectually."

The hat seemed pleased. "Very well, Harry. I believe you will thrive in Ravenclaw. But I must offer you a choice: Slytherin could also help you achieve your ambitions. Do you choose knowledge and wisdom, or cunning and ambition?"

Harry took a deep breath. "Knowledge and wisdom. I choose Ravenclaw."

"Excellent choice," the hat said warmly. "Better be... RAVENCLAW!"

The entire Great Hall fell silent, stunned by the unexpected result. Everyone had anticipated Harry Potter, son of James Potter, to be sorted into Gryffindor. Then, as the realization sank in, the Ravenclaw table erupted into cheers and applause, welcoming Harry warmly. Harry's heart soared as he joined Eleanor at the Ravenclaw table, receiving a warm welcome from the students there.

The sorting ceremony continued, with each student's house revealed in turn. The anticipation in the Great Hall was palpable, and Harry could feel the weight of all the eyes on him as he sat at the Ravenclaw table.

"Longbottom, Neville!"

Neville walked up nervously, the hat taking a moment before announcing, "GRYFFINDOR!"

The Gryffindor table erupted in cheers as Neville joined them, looking relieved.

"Malfoy, Draco!"

Draco approached the stool with his usual confident stride. The hat barely touched his head before declaring, "SLYTHERIN!"

Draco smirked and joined the Slytherin table, greeted with nods of approval.

"Malfoy, Valerie!"

Valerie stepped up, her expression calm and composed. The hat took its time, then finally announced, "RAVENCLAW!"

Valerie smiled as she joined Harry and Eleanor at the Ravenclaw table, receiving a warm welcome.

"Weasley, Ronald!"

Ron walked up, looking a bit nervous. The hat considered for a moment before shouting, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Ron joined Hermione and Neville at the Gryffindor table, greeted by cheers and laughter.

"Zabini, Blaise!"

Blaise approached with confidence, and the hat quickly decided, "SLYTHERIN!"

Blaise joined Draco at the Slytherin table, receiving polite applause. He was the last person to be sorted.

As the new students settled into their respective house tables, the excitement in the Great Hall was palpable. Dumbledore stood, his presence commanding yet warm, and raised his hands to call for silence.

"Welcome!" Dumbledore's voice rang out, capturing the attention of every student. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our excellent feast, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

The students laughed and clapped, the older ones accustomed to Dumbledore's eccentricities, while the new students looked on in curiosity and amusement.

"Now," Dumbledore continued, his expression becoming more serious, "a few start-of-term notices. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all students. A few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."

His eyes twinkled as they scanned the room, causing a few of the older students to shift guiltily in their seats.

"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."

There was a ripple of whispers and laughter at this last announcement. Dumbledore's eyes twinkled mischievously. "And now, let the feast begin!"

With a wave of his hand, the empty golden plates and goblets in front of them filled with a delicious assortment of food. The Great Hall was filled with the clatter of cutlery and the hum of conversation as the feast commenced.

Harry, Eleanor, and Valerie, now seated together at the Ravenclaw table, marveled at the spread before them.

"Did he just say 'painful death'?" Eleanor asked, wide-eyed as she served herself some roast chicken.

"He did," Harry replied, his tone slightly bemused. "Do you think he's serious?"

"Probably," Valerie said thoughtfully, pouring herself some pumpkin juice. "He does seem a bit...mad, doesn't he?"

Harry and Eleanor nodded in agreement, and they all shared a laugh. As they started to enjoy their meal, a friendly voice interrupted them.

"Hello there, first years!"

They looked up to see a cheerful older student with long, curly hair and a prefect badge pinned to her robes.

"I'm Penelope Clearwater, the Ravenclaw prefect," she introduced herself with a warm smile. "Welcome to Ravenclaw!"

"Hi, Penelope," Harry said, smiling back. "It's nice to meet you."

"Is it true what they say about Dumbledore?" Valerie asked curiously. "Is he really mad?"

Penelope chuckled, her eyes twinkling. "Oh, he's quite mad, but in the best possible way. Dumbledore is a genius of the highest order. You might find some of his decisions and behaviors a bit odd, but there's always a method to his madness. He genuinely cares about every student here and is one of the most brilliant wizards of our time."

Eleanor nodded, intrigued. "I've heard he's done some incredible things."

"Absolutely," Penelope confirmed. "And you'll get to see it firsthand during your time here. If you ever need anything, feel free to come to me. That's what I'm here for."

"Thanks, Penelope," Harry said. "We're really excited to be here."

Penelope gave them an encouraging smile before moving down the table to introduce herself to more of the new students. The trio continued their meal, feeling reassured and even more excited about the adventures that lay ahead at Hogwarts.

As they enjoyed their feast, Harry glanced around the Great Hall, taking in the enchanted ceiling that mirrored the night sky, the lively chatter of students, and the warm glow of the floating candles. Hogwarts was everything he had imagined and more, and he couldn't wait to see what the future held.

Penelope Clearwater lingered at their table, her friendly demeanor putting the new Ravenclaws at ease.

"So, let's get to know each other a bit," Penelope suggested. "Why don't you all introduce yourselves?"

"I'm Harry Potter," Harry began, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Nice to meet you, Penelope."

"I'm Valerie Malfoy," Valerie added with a smile. "And this is my first year here too."

"And I'm Eleanor Black," Eleanor said, her excitement evident. "It's great to be here!"

Penelope nodded, clearly pleased. "Welcome to all of you! You're going to love it here. Ravenclaw is a wonderful house, full of creativity and wisdom. If you ever have any questions or need help, don't hesitate to ask."

She then gestured towards the staff table at the front of the Great Hall. "Let me give you a rundown of our professors. See the stern-looking witch with her hair in a tight bun? That's Professor McGonagall. She teaches Transfiguration and is the head of Gryffindor House. She's strict but fair, and an excellent teacher."

Harry, Eleanor, and Valerie nodded, listening intently.

"Next to her is Professor Flitwick, our Charms teacher and the head of Ravenclaw House," Penelope continued with a fond smile. "He's a tiny little wizard, but don't let his size fool you. He's brilliant and very kind."

"Who's the older witch in the green robes?" Eleanor asked.

"That's Professor Sprout," Penelope replied. "She teaches Herbology and is the head of Hufflepuff House. She's wonderful—very knowledgeable and always willing to help."

"And the tall, thin man with greasy black hair?" Valerie inquired, pointing subtly.

"That's Professor Snape," Penelope said, her voice dropping slightly. "He teaches Potions and is the head of Slytherin House. He's...well, he's quite strict and not particularly friendly. Just do your best in his classes and try to stay on his good side."

As Harry looked at Snape, he felt an odd sensation, almost like someone was trying to read his thoughts. He instinctively pushed back, feeling a slight resistance before the sensation vanished. Snape's dark eyes met his for a brief moment, and Harry got the distinct impression that the professor didn't like him.

Penelope continued, seemingly unaware of the silent exchange. "The wizard in the turban is Professor Quirrell. He teaches Defence Against the Dark Arts. He's new this year and a bit...nervous."

Harry glanced at Quirrell and felt a slight unease in his stomach. He couldn't quite place it, but something about the professor made him uncomfortable. However, he quickly shifted his focus back to Penelope.

Harry, Eleanor, and Valerie nodded, absorbing all the information. As they continued to eat, Penelope stayed with them, offering tips and advice for navigating their first year at Hogwarts.

"Just remember," Penelope said, "you're all here to learn and grow. Take advantage of the library, ask questions, and don't be afraid to explore your interests. Ravenclaw is all about the pursuit of knowledge, and you'll find a lot of support here."

"Thanks, Penelope," Harry said sincerely. "We appreciate it."

Penelope smiled warmly. "You're welcome, Harry. Now, enjoy your feast. Tomorrow is the start of your Hogwarts journey, and it's going to be an incredible adventure."

As the feast came to a close, the prefects began to gather the first-year students to escort them to their respective houses. Penelope Clearwater waved Harry, Valerie, Eleanor, and the other new Ravenclaws over.

"Alright, first-years," Penelope called out, "follow me. We'll be heading to Ravenclaw Tower."

The group of first-year Ravenclaws followed Penelope through the labyrinthine corridors of Hogwarts. The castle was even more magnificent from the inside, with its moving staircases, enchanted portraits, and the echo of centuries of magic resonating in every stone.

"Wow, this place is amazing," Valerie whispered, her eyes wide with wonder as they passed a particularly grand tapestry depicting a battle of enchanted creatures.

Harry nodded, feeling a sense of awe and excitement. He could hardly believe he was finally here.

Eventually, they reached a tall, spiral staircase that led up to a large, intricate door without a handle or keyhole. Instead, there was a bronze knocker shaped like an eagle.

Penelope stepped forward and knocked. The eagle knocker came to life and spoke in a melodic voice, "I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?"

The first-years exchanged nervous glances, unsure of the answer. Harry, however, thought for a moment and then spoke up, "An echo."

"Correct," the eagle said, and the door swung open to reveal the Ravenclaw common room.

The common room was breathtaking. It was a circular room with arched windows that provided a stunning view of the surrounding mountains and the lake below. The ceiling was painted with stars that twinkled softly, mirroring the night sky outside. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with ancient tomes and modern works alike. Comfortable blue and silver armchairs and sofas were scattered around, creating cozy reading nooks. In the center of the room was a statue of Rowena Ravenclaw, the house founder, her serene face watching over her students.

Penelope led them inside and gathered them around. "Welcome to the Ravenclaw common room. Here, you'll find a place to study, read, and relax. As you can see, it's designed to inspire creativity and intellectual pursuits. The house rules are simple: respect each other, keep the noise to a minimum during study hours, and always strive for knowledge."

She continued, "One important thing to remember is that the door requires a riddle to be answered each time you want to enter. This encourages us to think creatively and critically, so don't be afraid to work together if you're stumped."

"Also," she added, "it's crucial that we support each other. Ravenclaw values individual intelligence and creativity, but our strength also comes from our unity. Help each other out, share your knowledge, and never be afraid to ask for help. We are a family here, and every Ravenclaw is important to our house's success and spirit."

Just then, the door opened, and Professor Flitwick entered the room, his small stature making him seem even more approachable. He smiled warmly at the first-years.

"Good evening, and welcome to Ravenclaw!" he greeted them, his voice high-pitched but kind. "I'm Professor Flitwick, your Charms teacher and the head of Ravenclaw House. Here, we value intelligence, creativity, and a thirst for knowledge. I have no doubt each of you will contribute greatly to our house."

Professor Flitwick glanced around the common room, his eyes twinkling. "If you ever need assistance or have any questions, please feel free to come to me or any of the prefects. We're here to help you succeed and make the most of your time at Hogwarts."

Penelope then directed them to the dormitory area. "In Ravenclaw, each student gets their own room, providing you with a quiet space to study and relax. Your belongings should already be there, so take some time to settle in."

Harry, Eleanor, and Valerie exchanged excited looks as they made their way to their respective rooms. They said their goodbyes for the night.

"Goodnight, Harry," Valerie said with a smile. "See you in the morning."

"Goodnight, Valerie. Goodnight, Eleanor," Harry replied. "See you both tomorrow."

Harry entered his room, finding it cozy and welcoming. The room had a large window overlooking the grounds, a comfortable bed, a desk for studying, and shelves for his books and personal items. To his delight, Hedwig was already there, perched on her cage, hooting softly in greeting.

"Hey, girl," Harry said, stroking her feathers. "I hope you like it here too."

He began arranging his things, feeling a sense of satisfaction and excitement. Just as he finished, there was a sudden flash of light, and Cosmos, his phoenix, appeared, hovering in mid-air. Cosmos had iridescent feathers that shimmered with hues of green and gold, a testament to his ability to control space and time.

"Cosmos!" Harry exclaimed. "I didn't expect to see you here so soon."

Cosmos let out a soft, melodic trill and landed gracefully on the back of a chair, his eyes twinkling with a kind of wisdom.

Harry settled down in his new room, feeling the excitement of the day still buzzing within him. Cosmos perched on the back of a chair, watching him with a wise, knowing gaze. Harry chuckled softly, realizing he didn't need to recount the day's events aloud since Cosmos, with their mental connection, already knew everything that had transpired.

"Well, you already know what happened today, don't you, Cosmos?" Harry said, smiling at the phoenix.

Indeed I do, Harry, Cosmos replied in Harry's mind, his mental voice calm and soothing. But it's good to talk about your experiences. It helps solidify your memories and feelings.

Harry nodded, feeling reassured by Cosmos' presence. "But I guess I should write to Grandmother," Harry continued, sitting at his desk and pulling out a piece of parchment and a quill. "She'll want to know how my first day went."

He began writing, carefully choosing his words.

Dear Grandmother,

I hope this letter finds you well. I wanted to write and tell you all about my first day at Hogwarts. The journey to the castle was truly magical. We took rafts across the lake, and the view of Hogwarts illuminated against the night sky was breathtaking. I felt an overwhelming sense of awe and anticipation as we approached the castle.

The Sorting Ceremony was quite an experience. There was a lot of excitement and curiosity among the first-years. When it was my turn, I had a long conversation with the Sorting Hat. It considered placing me in Ravenclaw or Slytherin but ultimately agreed with my desire to be in Ravenclaw. I believe it's the best place for me to pursue my love of learning and intellectual growth.

I was surprised when I was sorted into Ravenclaw because everyone seemed to expect me to go to Gryffindor. There was a moment of shocked silence before the Ravenclaws began to cheer. It was a bit overwhelming but also very validating.

The common room is beautiful, with an incredible view of the mountains and the lake. Each of us has our own room, which is wonderful. I've already settled in and feel quite comfortable here.

Professor Flitwick seems kind and approachable. I think I'm going to enjoy his classes a lot. Penelope Clearwater, our prefect, has been very helpful in guiding us and explaining what to expect. We also had a brief introduction to the other professors during the feast, and although Professor Snape seemed rather stern, I am determined to do my best in all my classes.

Overall, it's been a day filled with new experiences and a lot of excitement. I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings.

Lovingly,

Harry Potter.

Harry carefully rolled up the letter, tied it with a piece of string, and addressed it. "Hedwig, can you take this to Grandmother for me?" he asked, holding out the letter.

Hedwig hooted softly, took the letter in her beak, and flew out of the window, her white feathers gleaming in the moonlight.

Harry turned back to Cosmos, who was still perched serenely on the chair. "So, about our training," Harry began, settling down on his bed. "Where, when, and how should we start practicing vacuum magic?"

We should practice in a secluded spot by the lake, Cosmos suggested, sending Harry a mental image of a serene location, shielded by trees and away from prying eyes.

Harry nodded, understanding. "That makes sense. Early mornings would be best, I think, when most people are still asleep or busy with breakfast."

Early mornings it is, Cosmos agreed. We'll need to work on refining control and power. Vacuum magic is rare and requires precise manipulation.

Harry felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of continuing his training. "We'll start tomorrow, then. But for now, I need to clear my mind and prepare for the days ahead."

He sat cross-legged on his bed and closed his eyes, focusing on his Occlumency exercises. He visualized his mind as a vast, calm ocean, free of disturbances. Slowly, he pushed away the thoughts and emotions that had built up during the day, creating mental barriers to protect his mind from intrusion.

After about twenty minutes, Harry felt the mental fatigue setting in. He opened his eyes, feeling calmer and more centered. Cosmos watched him with approving eyes.

"Thanks for being here, Cosmos," Harry said softly. "It means a lot."

Always, Harry, Cosmos replied, sending a wave of warmth and comfort through their bond.

Harry lay down on his bed, pulling the covers up around him. As he drifted off to sleep, he felt a sense of peace and contentment.