This book is incomplete right now, please bear with me.
The Singing Hat
Indeed, by the time the Hogwarts Express pulled to a stop, Kiera had attracted a large amount of stares, glairs, and whispers. At least three children refused to look at her at all. At least Lorcan made it more bearable with jokes and reassurances.
“Being different always labels you. That’s what my Mum says,” he said quite a few times. “It just means you have to work a bit harder.”
“Well, I have homework and we haven’t even gotten in the castle yet!” Kiera replied as they stepped off the train onto the Hogwarts platform in the dark evening.
“Firs’ years! Come over here, firs’ years!” The cry was a bit gravely and deep, and when Kiera turned to look, she saw the largest man she had ever met in her life holding a lantern. He was twice as tall as her father and about four times as wide. His face was mostly hidden by wild, black and silver hair and a very large beard.
“Who’s that?” Kiera asked, and Lorcan turned to look too.
“Uh, compared to descriptions my parents told me about Professor Hagrid, that’s probably him,” Lorcan said, looking up at the great man. Students were already gathering around the giant, or if they were older going in a different direction.
“Come on, let’s not wait until the very last minute,” Kiera said, joining the throng. Lorcan chucked as he followed.
“Hogwarts is right round here, jus’ follow me,” Professor Hagrid called as he led the first years down a path that many had trouble keeping their footing on. From around a corner up ahead, Kiera could hear voices muttering in aw or gasping. As she and Lorcan rounded the corner, it became clear why. A large lake was in front of them, filled with hundreds of small boats. Across the lake, on top of a mountain, was a large, sparkling old castle. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
“Whoa,” Kiera said, having come up with no other words to say. Lorcan just stared open mouthed at the sight.
“C’mon, four o’ less in a boat, c’mon!” Professor Hagrid called cheerfully, and one by one the boats began to fill. Kiera and Lorcan got on the last boat with a blond boy with a pointed face and pale eyes. He looked like a more serious version of Lorcan. The boy nodded at them as Professor Hagrid yelled a command and the boats began to move.
“Hello,” he said, looking like he wanted to take his mind off the apprehension of entering the large castle. “I’m Scorpius Malfoy.”
“I’m Lorcan Scarmander,” Lorcan said, smiling.
“I’m Kiera Sable,” Kiera said, turning to look at the castle. “I feel a bit thick for asking this, but what happens once you go in the castle? My father didn’t want to tell me, said he wanted it to be a surprise for me.”
“I’m not exactly sure either, honestly,” Scorpius replied somewhat sheepishly. “All my dad would say was he hoped I’d be in Slytherin.”
“My parents say you don’t really have to do anything to get sorted, it’s chosen for you I guess…” Lorcan trailed off, starting to look nervous for the first time.
“Heads down!” a command was called and all the students obeyed. The boats moved through a large patch of ivy into a wide but not very tall tunnel.
“I guess we’ll find out when we get there,” Kiera said, beginning to become nervous and excited to see what was in store for them in the castle. The boats bumped to a stop at something like an underground dock, and everyone climbed out onto the rocky floor. Professor Hagrid did a quick sweep of the boats to make sure nothing was left behind, and then lead all the first years up a stairwell to a pair of very large front doors, made of old, polished oak. After looking around to make sure all the first years were there, Professor Hagrid knocked on the door thrice, and it swung open.
An average sized wizard with blond hair was standing on the other side of the door, obviously waiting for the first years.
“Got the firs’ years, Professor Longbottom,” Hagrid said. The wizard smiled and nodded.
“Thank you Professor Hagrid,” he said. “I’ll take them now.” He led the students down a very large entrance hall and into an empty chamber away from where most of the voices were coming from. They all had to squish together to fit in the room.
“Welcome to Hogwarts,” the professor said to them. “You can join the rest of the school soon, but before then you have to be sorted into houses. The four houses are basically like four families, if you’re placed in one family, you do most of your activities with them.
“You don’t have to worry about being put in a bad house or a good one; every house has its own history and its own share of good and bad witches and wizards. The house names are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. If you do well in your classes, you will earn points for your house, but if you get in trouble, points can be deducted. At the end of the year, points are totaled up. The house with the most points wins the house cup. I’ll come and get you when we’re ready for you, please just say here quietly,” he said as he left.
The silence of the students lasted only for a few moments before agitated whispers broke out among small groups.
“Where do you think you’ll be?” Kiera asked Lorcan quietly.
“Most likely where my brother is, families are often put together from what I’ve heard,” he replied nervously. “But I’m not sure what house that might be.”
The door opened again and Professor Longbottom stood in the doorway. “Come on, the Sorting’s about to start,” he said. “Form a line and follow me.”
Kiera jumped into the line between Scorpius and Lorcan, and they walked back out of the room, down the hall, and to a large pair of doors. They entered the doors to the great hall, where millions upon millions of candles were floating above four large, long tables, and higher than that it looked like there was no ceiling, for you had a perfect view of the night sky. Bringing her eyes back down, Kiera saw another table with many teachers sitting at it, and then the first years were lined up facing the tables full of other students with the teachers behind them.
Professor Longbottom left for a moment, then came back with a stool upon which sat an old, frayed, brown hat. Kiera blinked a few times, wondering what on earth the hat was for, when it gave a slight twitch. And then another. The hat had everyone’s full attention when a long tear by the brim opened and the hat sang.
“I know I’m just an old, brown hat,
And I look very torn
But I can truly guarantee
I’m the smartest hat you’ve worn.
There’s not a student in the world
Though they have come and gone
That ever hid a thing from me
Once they put me on.
They call me Hogwarts Sorting Hat,
I come out every year
So I can tell the magic folk
‘You need to be right here!’
I might put you in Gryffindor,
Where you will find true friends
For they are brave and loyal
Right to the very ends.
Or possibly in Ravenclaw,
If you are really smart
Most likely you will learn a lot
And keep it in your heart.
Or maybe you’re a Hufflepuff,
Where hard work’s always shown
Come June you will be stunned by
Just how much you’ve grown!
Or maybe you’ll be Slytherin
With all the cunning folks.
They value determination,
And are quite clever blokes.
So come and sit and try me out!
I’m sure you will be fine.
For I’m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,
And that’s the bottom line.”
Everyone launched into applause after the hat had finished singing. It bowed to all the tables before standing still again. Kiera had a hard time muffling giggles, she had found the song so entertaining.
The hall became silent again as Professor Longbottom unrolled a piece of parchment from where he was standing, next to the sorting hat.
“When your name is called, please come forward and sit on the stool with the hat on your head to be sorted,” He said, and began calling names.
“Acacia, Darcie!” Professor Longbottom called. A girl with blond hair strut confidently up to the sorting hat and placed it on her head.
“SLYTHERIN!” Shouted the sorting hat. The second table from the right cheered and clapped as she joined them.
“Az, Leonard!” A boy with a strong build walked up and put the hat on his head.
“GRYFFINDOR!” The far left table exploded with noise, greeting their new member. One by one, students went up and sat on the stool with the hat over their heads, usually falling in front of their eyes. When a house was called, the table they needed to go to would rise up with cheers. Some children were sorted right away, but for others the sorting hat seemed to have trouble deciding. Kiera thought that fewer students were going to the Slytherin table than any others.
After going through the alphabet for a while, Kiera heard “Malfoy, Scorpius,” and Scorpius looked rather nervous, upset almost, as he put the hat on. The hat seemed to take a bit longer with him than was average, then it called “SLYTHERIN!” and he joined their table, looking very much relieved.
People started muttering a bit, and craning their necks to see what house he would go in. Harry Potter’s son.
“Think he’ll be in Gryffindor?” Kiera asked Lorcan in a whisper as the now-familiar messy black hair advanced apprehensively towards the sorting hat.
“Maybe, I don’t know,” Lorcan replied as he watched. It didn’t take too long for the hat to scream out “GRYFFINDOR!” The Gryffindor table gave the loudest call yet as Potter joined them. Kiera rolled her eyes.
“Honestly, they don’t even know him yet and they love him because he has a famous father,” she whispered as “Prince, Angelica,” a dark-haired girl with a smug expression went up to the hat.
“Well, they’ll know him soon enough,” Lorcan commented as the hat yelled “HUFFLEPUFF!”
Q. R. Finally, Kiera heard her name. “Sable, Kiera!” Nervously, Kiera walked over to the waiting hat. She heard some faint muttering as people looked at her, and sourly realized they were labeling her as “that girl that doesn’t like Harry Potter.” She put the hat over her head and sat down.
“Ooh, you’re a tricky one,” whispered a voice in her ear. “Brave and loyal, smart and quick thinking, hard working and fair, determined and confident, you’ve given me quite a challenge.”
Slytherin seems short on people… Kiera thought, wondering if the hat would put her there.
“Do you want to go in Slytherin?” the hat asked her. “You’d fit well there, you’re cunning and determined…yes, I think the best choice is SLYTHERIN!” The hat yowled the last word to the crowd, and she put the hat back on the stool. The Slytherin table was cheering loudly, but Kiera got the nasty impression that a few people from the Gryffindor house were glairing at her. She looked over to see the Potter boy sitting next to someone that looked like it could be his older brother; both glanced away from her as she looked over. Kiera settled herself next to Scorpius, who gave her a friendly smile.
“Scarmander, Lorcan!” Professor Longbottom called, and Lorcan walked from the line up to the stool, put the hat on, and waited for a while. Finally, the sorting hat called out “HUFFLEPUFF!” And Lorcan walked over to the table on the right, which was cheering and clapping and greeting him. Kiera hoped that just because he was in a different house didn’t mean they couldn’t be friends.
“Scarmander, Lysander!” the professor called, and a boy that looked almost identical to Lorcan went up to the stool and put the hat on. It didn’t take long for the yell “RAVENCLAW!” to echo around the room, and the tabled second from the left to cheer loudly. So siblings didn’t always get put in the same house.
Kiera’s attention drifted after “Prince, Stormi” was put in Hufflepuff. She looked over at the staff table. It was an odd assortment. People she particularly noticed were the huge form of Professor Hagrid sitting next to a short, old wizard whose feet couldn’t even touch the floor. In the very center of the table was an old woman with piercing eyes, observing everything going on in the room. Also, as Kiera looked around, she saw silvery forms squeezing themselves in among the students. Her father had told her there were ghosts at Hogwarts so she wouldn’t be afraid the first time she saw them. Down at the other end of the Slytherin table sat a ghost with silver bloodstains all over his cloths and a blank stare.
Kiera looked back up to see the last child left in line was the girl who had overheard her talking to Lorcan on the train. When “Weasley, Rose” was called, she put the hat on and it very quickly put her in Gryffindor. Once everyone was seated and quiet, the old woman in the center of the table stood up and addressed the crowd.
“Welcome to Hogwarts!” She said loudly and clearly. “There are a few announcements to make before term starts, but from experience, you won’t listen to a word I say until you have your fill to eat. So let’s get to it.”
She sat back down and people applauded her as large gold plates and pitchers filled with food and drink. Almost every food you could think of (and some you couldn’t) for dinner was on the table. Kiera reflected that she usually had similar food at home, and took a bit of everything before pouring herself some pumpkin juice. The talk during dinner was mostly about what people liked and disliked about Hogwarts, and Kiera mostly listened because she didn’t have much to say yet.
“Peeves and Filch are the most unpleasant ones here!” an older boy was saying to Scorpius. “Peeves just hates the kids, pelts things at them, and makes them late for class. Filch wouldn’t be so annoying if he didn’t have his stupid cat, Norma. He’s been overprotective of that cat ever since some kid in their final year of Hogwarts took his old cat, Mrs. Norris home by mistake and never returned her.” Kiera reflected that if she were a cat, she wouldn’t like being taken away from her owner either.
Once people had eaten almost everything on their plates, the scraps disappeared and desert took center stage on the table. Kiera gave herself a large scoop of chocolate ice cream, and soon the attention went from Hogwarts to bloodlines.
“My dad’s pureblood, he kind of brags about it, and my mom doesn’t talk about it much,” Scorpius said.
The older boy piped up again. “Both my parents had one muggle parent. I wasn’t showing much signs of magic until my fifth birthday, that was the day I got shoved underwater by my brother but I didn’t run out of air.”
“How about you?” Scorpius asked Kiera, obviously thinking she felt left out of the conversation.
“I’m pureblood, but I don’t see why it matters, we’re all here now, obviously we can all do magic,” she said simply before going back to her ice cream.
After a while, the plates were cleared and left as sparkling clean as before they had been eaten on. While everyone was quiet, the older woman stood up again.
“Just a few reminders before you go off to bed,” she said to the students.
“As always, the forbidden forest is forbidden from all students because of the large amount of dangerous creatures living within it.
“Mr. Filch will be in the corridors between classes to remind you that magic between classes, as well as a long list of items, are forbidden.
“Quidditch tryouts, as always, are the second week of term; please contact Madam Hooch if you are interested.
“And, as is tradition, we will sing the school song. Pick your favorite melody and start singing.” She flicked her wand and a long, gold ribbon came out, spelling the words to the song. Everyone finished at different times, and once all was quiet again, the woman sent them off to bed with well wishes for their first day of school, looking as if she had enjoyed herself.
Kiera and Scorpius followed an older Slytherin boy wearing a badge that said “Prefect” that walked purposefully through the corridors, up and down staircases, through hidden doors, past the many waving portraits, until they reached a plain stone wall.
“Parseltongue,” the boy said to the wall, and a door appeared out of nowhere. They entered the door and found themselves in a room that wasn’t very high but extremely wide, with green lamps dangling off of black chains. Several chairs with tall backs were circled around a fire that crackled hungrily from under a mantelpiece carved with snakes.
“The girls’ dorms are on the right, the boys’ dorms are on the left,” the boy said, walking to a door on the left and going inside. All the boys followed him.
Kiera ultimately found herself in a dorm room with the other four girls in their first year; Darcie Acacia, Minh Clove, Rosie Thornton, and Tulia Swithin. Kiera had barely closed the hangings around her bed when she fell asleep.