Death eaters and Harry read the books

The Sorting Hat

(We are going to pretend in the last chapter Luna had already been caught up in what had been read so she knows what is happening.)

"Who wants to read next?" Voldemort asks holding out the book and waiting for someone else to take it no-one does and he is quickly starting to look impatient. So to stop him from blowing up I grab the book I mean it's my life none of this is going to surprise me.

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

"Who else would it be?" Bellatrix asks

And to my surprise, it's Luna who responds with a small shrug and the word "anyone" 

'Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here.' She pulled the door wide. The Entrance Hall was so big you could have fitted the whole of the Dursleys' house in it. The stonewalls 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.

I hear some people mumbling about how it's not just that staircase but the whole school that's magnificent and I have to agree with them.

They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Harry 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. 

"Never to be seen doing that again," I add.

'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. 

"That's one way to start a rivalry." I slip in and some people just stare at me whilst others nod in agreement.

'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 rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.  

"Most people would do better without that speech." Voldemort chides making me snort but I hide it behind a chough. 

'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 Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron's smudged nose. Harry nervously tried to flatten his hair. 'I shall return when we are ready for you,' said Professor McGonagall. 'Please wait quietly.'

I remember this.

She left the chamber. Harry swallowed. 'How exactly do they sort us into houses?' he asked Ron. 'Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking.'

"He was. What an idiot." Lucius says adding the second part quietly but I am behind I didn't hear any of it.

Harry's heart gave a horrible jolt. A test? In front of the whole school? But he didn't know any magic yet – what on earth would he have to do? He hadn't expected something like this the moment they arrived. He looked around anxiously and saw that everyone else looked terrified too. No one was talking much except Hermione Granger, who was whispering very fast about all the spells she'd learnt and wondering which one she'd need. Harry tried hard not to listen to her. He'd never been more nervous, never, not even when he'd had to take a school report home to the Dursleys saying that he'd somehow turned his teacher's wig blue. He kept his eyes fixed on the door. Any second now, Professor McGonagall would come back and lead him to his doom.