Harry Potter: Raised By Roses

Chapter Seven: Sorting

She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big it could match the hall size back at Crystal Rose. 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. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right, the rest of the school must already be here

"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 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 honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours."

She soon left the room, going into the Great Hall. She seemed to take a second to recognize the cloaks on the Gardna siblings.

"How do you reckon they sort, here," Melody wondered.

"Since the houses are all personality based, I say some sort of orb that shows your color and you go to the house that has that color," Krinos guessed.

"I say sorting powder, like they have back home," Harry put in. "Easy and fast. What about you, Neville? Any ideas?"

Their shy new friend just shrugged in response. He had no clue. Ron Weasley, who had been rudely listening in on their conversation, opened his big mouth.

"My twin brothers say it hurts a lot," he said. "They told me that we had to fight a troll."

"I think that red hair had seeped into his brain," Harry commented, Krinos and Melody trying hard not to laugh. "Or maybe he's using dye and that's what messed up his head."

At that point, the twin mystics had to literally bite their lips to keep from laughing and causing a scene. But Weasley had only noticed the snort that came from the blond boy that had been in the same boat as him.

"Something funny, Malfoy," he glared at the boy.

The trio turned to see a boy with platinum blond, almost white, hair. His hair also seemed to have been greased back with more grease than a pan of freshly cooked bacon. And they definitely got a bad feeling from him.

"Dear gods, he smells like death," Harry says, covering his nose. "And I mean like literally, death. Like we're visiting Hades or someone from the Lion family."

"I sure hope none of that family have integrated to England over the years," Melody tried to joke.

"Okay, that is so not funny," Krinos told her.

"It seems that the more children your parents have, the dumber each one gets," the blond insulted the redhead.

"After we're sorted, Harry and I will put all of you filthy snakes in your place," Ron sneered. "Slytherins are nothing but dark wizards and Harry will make sure that all of you are wiped out."

The trio gasped, looking at each other. Harry had a look of utter disgust and horror on his face. He didn't know this kid, he didn't want to wipe out Slytherin house. If anything, he wanted to use his time at Hogwarts to help unite the houses. They may have different houses at Crystal Rose, but house rivalry is almost non-existent. The only houses that don't really get along are Winter Wolf and Dryad, but that's mostly because the creatures themselves can't stand each other.