Gryffindor

"GRYFFINDOR!"

There was a loud cheer from the Gryffindor table and some clapping from other tables, You were unsure if it was louder than Harrys, but honestly you didn't care you were just thankful you had took a step and broken part of your familys evil name. You made your way to the table taking the seat opposite of Harry and Ron, and sitting next to Hermione, Who shuffled a bit as you sat down. The Weasley twins shook your hand and so did Percy.

After the cheers died down you noticed a old man stand up that must be Dumbledore the Headmaster. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there. "Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words." He literally said a bunch of nonsense that you didnt understand.

"Thank you!" Dumbledore finished

"Is he -- a bit mad?" Harry asked Percy uncertainly.

"Mad?" said Percy airily. "He's a genius! Best wizard in the world! But he is a bit mad, yes." Percy said changing his tone.

You continued looking at Dumbledore as he noticed you and smiled, He Clapped his hands and out of nowhere food filled all of the tables, You were amazed at that you just looked at the food. This was an amazing treat among this food that you noticed. Roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, and Yorkshire puddings.

You watched a ghost introduce himself to Harry his name Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington. Resident ghost of Gryffindor Tower. "I know who you are!" said Ron suddenly. "My brothers told me about you -- you're Nearly Headless Nick!"

"I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy --" the ghost began stiffly, but Seamus Finnigan interrupted.

"Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?" Sir Nicholas looked extremely annoyed.

"Like this," he said irritably. He seized his left ear and pulled. His whole head swung off his neck and fell onto his shoulder as if it was on a hinge. Someone had obviously tried to behead him, but not done it properly. Then Nearly Headless Nick flipped his head back onto his neck, coughed, and said, "So -- new Gryffindors! I hope you're going to help us win the house championship this year? Gryffindors have never gone so long without winning. Slytherins have got the cup six years in a row! The Bloody Baron's becoming almost unbearable -- he's the Slytherin ghost."

"Six years, How?" You asked in disbelief.

Nick turned to face you "Slytherin are not the brightest people, but they are talented at Quidditch and many of them play a dirty game out on the field, I'm just hoping there are some talented Quidditch players among you first years." He said looking at all the first year students

"Hey!" The twins Fred and George said simultaneously.

"I mean we need more talent, you two are already talented.. In your own way." Nick replied and the twins smirked at each other.

All of a sudden you heard Harry say "Ouch!" You looked at Harry who had clapped a hand to his head.

"What is it?" asked Percy.

"N-nothing." Replied Harry, you turned and looked at what Harry was looking at, In the corner of the room two teachers one had a turban faced towards the you and seemed to be talking to another teacher with greasy black hair. "Who's that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?" Harry asked Percy while you continued to listen.

"Oh, you know Quirrell already, do you? No wonder he's looking so nervous, that's Professor Snape. He teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to -- everyone knows he's after Quirrell's job. Knows an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape." That conversation was useful you had learnt of two teachers Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell.

Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again after the food disappeared, The hall fell silent. "Ahern -- just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well." Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins.

"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." You noted that in your memory.

"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 ****." What could be possibly on the third-floor in a school to cause a very painful ****. You thought.

Harry and Percy started talking again you caught some of the conversation. "The forest's full of dangerous beasts." He had not told the prefects about the third-floor from what Percy was saying.

Dumbledore then announced to sing the school song something of which you had not heard before so you just listened to the words He also said "Everyone pick their favourite tune" Strange how did that work, It sounded like it was sort of a national anthem but for a school. Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.

"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!" All you thought after that was that your at a school where the headteacher is mad.