Hogwarts arrival

They left the car joining the other first years by the lake at the behest of Hagrid.

"So it's true," A snobby voice spoke to his right, Harry cringed recognizing the voice of Drako whom he had met while getting robes fitted. "Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

There was something in Drako's demeanor that made Harry think of a self-important jackass who probably couldn't do much of anything without his cronies or his father to back him. Similar to Dudley only with half the weight.

Harry sighed looking over at the blonde boy noticing all the eyes that had turned towards him.

"You know Potter, not all wizarding families are created equal, stick with me and show you how to tell the difference." He glanced at Ron with a sneer.

Harry felt his ire rise and quickly tamped it down. He had dealt with people like Drako all him life most dumping on himdue to his poor status in his family and hand-me-down clothes.

"Oh I think I can figure it out on my own. Really don't need the expertise of a spoiled kid who has never earned anything in his life."

Drako's demeanor darkened. "You'll find I'm not someone you want as an enemy, and being pureblood sets one above."

Harry chuckled, "Seems to me 'pureblood' is a nice way of saying imbred, and I doubt you're very effective when you cronies aren't protecting you."

Drako reddened and started to speak when Hagrid ordered them to the boats. He cast an angry look at Harry then climbed in one.

They took the boats in pairs, gliding peacfully across the lake, watching the castle grow steadily larger. They entered the castle from a cavern underneath and were handed off to a witch at the top of the stairs.

"My name is Professor McGonagall, shortly you will enter the dining hall and be sorted into your houses. There are four houses, I am the head of Gryffindor....."

Harry zoned out looking over the teacher, she appeared about forty, but from what Ron had told him he guessed she was older, her fitted robes hinted at a shapely figure but fully covered her modesty. She wore her hair in a tight bun and square glasses giving her the look of a strict schoolmarm. Not usually his cup of tea but she pulled it off well.

Before he knew it they were inside and the sorting hat plopped on his head. His thoughts were spinning about where he might end up as he hoped for Gryffindor where Ron was sure he'd end up.

"Hmm, Slytherin would suit your amition and desires well, you would excell there, however if you're sure. Gryffindor!" The last word was called out to the crowd and Harry made his way to their table and sat across from the frizzy haired girl from the train, who introducedherself as Hermione, he was soon joined by Ron and the three enjoied a pleasant conversation through the meal.