Author's Note: Hey guys! So I started writing a story and I felt like I needed to publish it. Anyways, I would really appreciate it if you left the rude reviews behind and just leave the nice ones? It will be a long story so read if you dare! I'm not the best writer out there, but I'm just trying my best and I want to share what I write to public. I hope you guys like it! Also I might add characters that are unfamiliar to you guys. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not, I repeat do not own anything from Harry Potter whatsoever! I just wish I did.

"Firs' years over here! Firs' years!" Hagrid was shouting so he could lead the first years to him. Hermione Granger was nervous, but excited to be starting a school year at the Wizarding School, Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was trying to go through the waves of students to get to the giant man.

She could see little boats floating ahead, waiting for the first years to step in. Hermione heard Hagrid say, "Harry! Nice to see ya! Was the train ride all right for ya?" Wait a second. He doesn't mean 'Harry Potter'… Does he? Hermione thought. Hagrid disturbed her thoughts by booming out, "Alrigh', everyone here? Okay, follow me and don' get lost!"

Hermione was feeling anxious. She was thinking about what she would be doing inside the school until a first year pushed her to the side without even saying sorry. He had blonde hair and a pale, pointed face. "Watch where you're going!" he yelled at her. She heard him mumble something under his breath.

"I'm sorry, but it was you who bumped into me!" She replied without her intention. The boy turned to her direction and asked,

"And who are you exactly?"

"My name's Hermione Granger. Might I ask the same?"

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He replied. "And don't get in my way again." As he was turning around to leave, Hermione blurted out,

"And who are you to speak to me that way?" Draco glared at her for a second, and left. They haven't even started school and she already had an enemy. This is great. She thought. An enemy, and no friends. I can tell this is going to be a long school year.

A rather small girl approached her and said, "Hello. Would you mind riding in a boat with me? I've got no friends…"

"No go ahead. What's your name? I'm Hermione. Hermione Granger."

"Hello! My name's Lavender. Lavender Brown."

"Nice to meet you Lavender!" Hermione was glad she at least made one friend. Well I was wrong! I do have a friend! Her thoughts were interrupted by a booming voice again. "Alrigh' on the boats everyone! Get with a group o' two or three and get in the boats." Hermione and Lavender looked at each other signaling to be together to be in a boat.

As they sailed through what seemed like black sheets of glass, they could see something big emerge from the darkness of the night. Once it was clear enough to see, everyone gasped as they we looking upon a big, ancient, beautiful castle. Everyone was round eyed and their jaws were all open. Hagrid just snickered at the look of everyone's faces.

The boats arrived on the shore and everyone was rushing to get off and get inside. Once they were at the front gates, they opened and walked all the way until they reached the front doors. When they opened, there stood a tall lady with her hair tied back in a tight bun while wearing an emerald witch's hat with matching robes. She was rather old.

"My name is Professor McGonagall and welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." The woman said. "Follow me and I will lead you to the great hall where you will all be sorted in your houses. Follow me please and keep up!" She was taking long strides while all of the small first years were jogging to keep up.

Two big doors opened as they stood in front and as the doors were opening, first years were amazed. They were all gasping and whispering to each other. There were four long tables lined up neatly representing the houses. What people were most interested in was the ceiling. People were staring at it because all they could see was the clear blue sky with stars floating. "You know, I read in Hogwarts: A History that there is a ceiling, but it is just enchanted so it reflects from the outside looking like all we're looking at is the sky." Hermione said.

Everyone saw as Professor McGonagall left to grab a stool with an old ancient hat sitting peacefully on the top. "Alright. When I call your name, you will sit on the stool and I will put this hat on you and you will be sorted into your houses." She read the first couple of names. "Abbott, Hannah" the hat yelled out "Hufflepuff!" Malfoy snickered with two big, tough guys on his side laughing and Hermione just glared at him. "Granger, Hermione" Hermione looked up, and all the color left her face. She stepped up nervously and sat down on the stool. When the hat barely touched her frizzy, brown hair, it yelled,

"Gryffindor!"

Hermione's color came back and she was grinning so wide. She walked down the steps proudly to her table and sat down next to a red head boy with a pointed hat. "Hello. My name's Percy Weasley. I'm the Gryffindor prefect. Good job on getting Gryffindor! It's the best house."

"Malfoy, Draco" Professor McGonagall called out. Draco walked up proudly, sat down and when the hat touched his slick, blonde hair, it said,

"Pureblood, I see. Cunning to. This isn't hard at all… Slytherin!" The Slytherin table was cheering loudly and he sat down in between his friends he was with earlier. He looked proud, considering that Slytherin was the house where most wizards turned bad.

"Potter, Harry" Professor McGonagall said loudly. Hermione looked up quickly and saw a lightning bolt scar on the forehead of the boy who was sitting on a stool. Oh my god… It is Harry Potter! She thought. When Professor McGonagall put the hat on Harry's head, it was having a hard time.

"Difficult… Very Difficult… Difficult indeed. Brave, cunning, smart… Oh yes… It's all here inside your head..." Harry was thinking, Not Slytherin… Not Slytherin… Not Slytherin… "Not Slytherin, eh? You could do well in Slytherin… I can see it in your mind… But… I see you have potential, you have the heart, and you are very brave. Better be… Gryffindor!" Harry had joy in his face like no one could have imagined.

The Gryffindor table was cheering louder and happier than any other table. They were whopping and laughing and excited to have Harry Potter, the boy who defeated the Darkest Wizard of all time.