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Harrison's POV

Upon exiting the train they were directed by a giant of a man to follow him. His hair was unkempt and had beady eyes. To Harrison's surprise though there wasnt an ounce of unkindness in them.

They were led to a lake that overlooked a castle. It could only be Black Lake that he had read about. According to his books, a giant squid lived in the lake and protected the castle's students.

The giant of a man said in a loud booming voice, "'veryone into 'he boats. No more than four to a boat."

Draco, Theo, Blaise, and Harrison piled into one boat. Pansy he could hear was whining about not being allowed in the same boat as her intended. Not that Draco was actually betrothed to her. She just liked to glue herself to Draco. The idea was that she would make him fall in love with her. That would make him go to his father about a contract with her.

Harrison knew that his godfather would never agree. The Parkinson family fell out of favor five years ago. He wasnt sure why they fell out of favor but it wasn't his problem. He didnt like the girl for her treatment of him.

Halfway to the castle, they heard a splash. Carefully the four of them turned to see a redhead in the water calling out for help.

The giant's gruff voice said, "Leave him. 'He squid will get 'im."

Draco muttered shaking his head, "What an idiot. No doubt that was a Weasley. Stay away from them, Harrison. They are blood traitors who will only betray you in the end."

Harrison shrugged. He wouldn't go out of his way to be the idiot's friend. On the other hand, he wouldn't let Draco choose his friend for him. That wasn't how he did things and never would.

Once the boats stopped they were taken up into the castle. They were standing before a large set of doors.

The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and Harrison's first thought was that this was not someone to cross.

"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."

She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big you could have fit the whole of the Dursleys' house in it. 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 them led to the upper floors.

They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Harrison could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right -the rest of the school must already be here - but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall, "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."

Her eyes lingered for a moment on brown-haired boy's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on the red head's smudged nose. Thanks to the etiquette lessons he was as prepared as he could be.

"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."

She left the chamber.

"How exactly do they sort us into houses?" Someone questioned in the crowd.

"Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking," said the redhead.

Both he and Draco exchanged an eye-roll. As a pureblood, the boy should know that it wouldn't hurt. Their family wouldn't allow it if they did end up injured.

Harrison snarked, "You idiot. Our families would not allow us to be hurt in sorting. Especially the pureblood families. It's probably some sort of personality test."

The redhead snapped turning as red as his hair, "What the hell would you know? You're just a pureblood snob like Malfoy there. You will be in Slytherin just like all of the other Death Eaters. When I find Harry Potter he and I will be best friends. And you slimy snakes will regret making us your enemy."

Again Harrison exchanged a glance with Draco. How did this idiot think theh were going to be best friends? They didnt even know each other.

Whatever was going through the boy's mind would have to wait. For McGonagall returned.

"Move along now," said her sharp voice, "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start."

Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall.

"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "and follow me."