CHAPTER 3 - HOGWARTS
The week before they were to board the train was the longest of Heather's
life. She couldn't wait to get to school and learn everything she possibly
could. She was also excited about seeing Krista again, and hoped they
would end up the best of friends. Just when she was beginning to think
Monday would never come, it came.
"Mom! Dad! Hurry up! We don't want to miss the train!" Heather bounded
into her parents' bedroom and crawled onto the bed between the two sleeping
figures. "Come on! Get up!" She began to jiggle Lauren mercilessly.
"Mmph!" said Lauren. "Get off, Heather. We're up, ok?" Heather backed
off of her mother, and watched her prop herself up against the headboard.
Heather turned to her father, but he had already swung his feet over the
side of the bed.
"Heather, why don't you go get ready, and we'll meet you downstairs," Said
Lauren, still yawning.
"I'm already ready, mom. Dressed, packed, everything."
"Well, go get your sister up then. Gently!" she added, as Heather
scampered out the door and down the hall.
Half an hour later, Emily, Heather, and their parents were sitting at the
kitchen table. Emily was still half asleep, and David and Lauren yawned
every five seconds. Only Heather appeared to be awake. She was shoveling
food into her mouth, not even taking time to breathe.
"Slow down, pumpkin. The train doesn't leave till 11:00," said David,
glancing at the clock. It was 9:45.
"I know, Dad, but I want to get a good seat." Heather looked at her
parents pleadingly, and they finally gave in.
"All right. We'll go after breakfast. Heather cheered, Emily groaned.
"Dad, Dad! I can see the platform!" Krista pointed in the direction of
platforms 9 and 10. "Hurry! Maybe Heather's already here." Krista
wrenched her hand from her mother's hand and ran to the platforms.
Aimee sighed. She was glad this day had finally come. Krista had been
antsy all week. But, she had to admit, she would miss her baby girl. She
sighed again. Patrick put his arm around her.
"She'll be just fine," he said. Aimee nodded, knowing he was right. But
A tap on her shoulder interrupted her thoughts. She turned, only to see
Lauren Laurent's smiling face. Patrick looked to see why Aimee had
stopped, and grinned at the sight of David. The couples turned just in
time to see Heather and Krista disappear.
"Oh my word! Where'd they go?" Lauren broke into a jog, heading straight
for the platforms. "They've just disappeared!"
Aimee, hearing Lauren's panicked tone, grabbed her by the elbow. "It's all
right. They've stepped through the barrier," she pointed. "It's the only
way to get to platform 9 ¾." Lauren slowed to a walk, but still looked
worried. "Here, I'll show you," taking Lauren's hand, Aimee walked through
Lauren gasped. Instead of hitting the wall, as she had expected, they had
stepped right through it, and onto a crowded platform. A large train let
out a whistle, followed by a huge puff of steam. Aimee let go of her hand,
and began looking for the girls.
David put his hand on Lauren's shoulder. "Wow," he whispered, "It's like
magic." Lauren smirked at him, then followed Aimee and Patrick, who had
spotted the girls.
"Mom! Isn't this great?" It was difficult to miss Heather's excited tone.
"Yes, sweetie. It's wonderful."
Krista nudged Heather in the arm. "Oh! Mom, we're gonna get on the train
now, ok?" And before anyone could object, Heather had thrown herself into
Lauren's arms. "I'll miss you Mom," she sniffed, "Love you."
Krista, Aimee, and Patrick group-hugged.
"Have fun, sweetie. Be good now." Said Aimee. Krista nodded.
"Now, I don't want you looking at any boys this year, understood?" Patrick
tried to look stern, but failed. Krista giggled.
"I'll try Dad, but no promises." Patrick cuffed her on the back of her
head, and she quickly pulled from his grasp. "Love you guys. See you at
Christmas!" And, without another word, she and Heather had boarded and
Lauren and David sat on a nearby bench to wait for the train to leave, but
Aimee and Patrick had no interest in waiting 45 minutes, just to see the
train leave. They said their goodbyes to the Laurents, and disappeared
through the barrier.
Noticing the tears streaming steadily down his wife's face, Patrick put his
arm around her. He didn't say anything; he didn't have to. They were both
going to miss their baby girl.
"Heather, this one's empty," said Krista, entering a compartment, and
plopping down on a cushioned bench. Heather followed and sat on the bench
across from Krista. "I'm so excited to finally be going to Hogwarts! My
brother Mark says it is the best place ever! He even considered teaching
there once, before he decided to become a Healer."
Krista babbled on and on, but Heather was grateful. She couldn't notice
the tears dripping off Heather's nose if she was too busy talking. But she
was wrong. Krista hadn't gone very far when she noticed Heather's tears.
"Heather, what's wrong?" asked Krista, quickly moving over to sit beside
her friend. "What is it?"
Heather ignored her. Maybe if she was quiet long enough, Krista would just
move away and pretend nothing was wrong. Wrong again!
"You're gonna miss them aren't you," It wasn't a question. Heather nodded.
"It's ok. I'm gonna miss my parents too, but think of all the fun we'll
have at Hogwarts. It's gonna be great!" Heather tried to smile, and
managed a small grin. "That's my girl," said Krista. "We're gonna have so
much fun, you wont' even have time to be homesick. I promise." Heather
wiped at her eyes and nodded, smiling. Krista hugged her. "There you go!
Now, what do you say we track down the cart lady. Mark says she sells all
kinds of candies and sweets!" Krista grinned. "Come on," she said,
pulling on Heather's arm, "Let's go!"
Heather allowed herself to be dragged down the corridor. She had to admit,
she felt a lot better. Krista really was a great friend.
It wasn't long before they found the cart lady and had filled their pockets
with all kinds of stuff. Heather had never heard of any of it, but Krista
said it was good, and that was good enough for her. They went back to
their compartment, and emptied their pockets.
Krista first introduced the Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans.
"You'll want to be careful when you eat them," she was saying, "You might
get something good, like peppermint or chocolate, but you might also get
something gross like grass, or worse!" She popped one in her mouth and
sighed. "Mmmm. Huckleberry."
Heather grinned, remembering their meeting, and took a bean from Krista's
box. She stared at it for a moment, then bit it in half. Chewing
thoughtfully, she gagged and spit it out.
Krista giggled. "What was it?"
"I'm not sure, but it's gross!" She handed the other half to Krista.
"Here, taste it."
Krista studied it for a minute, then shook her head, giving the bean back
to Heather. "After that scene you just caused? No way!"
Heather grinned, shoving the rest of the bean in her mouth. "Just kidding!
It's bubblegum!" She chewed and swallowed, laughing at the look on
The girls spent the rest of the train ride eating sweets and sharing
stories. Heather was just telling Krista about the time she had given her
goldfish, Martin, a bubble bath, and when a loud whistle echoed in the
night, and the train came to a stop.
"We're here!" cried Krista, "Hurry Heather!" Shoving the uneaten sweets
into their pockets, they rushed out of the compartment, and down the
As they stepped off the train, they heard someone shouting. "First years,
this way please!" They were unable to see the shouter, but followed the
voice to the edge of a gigantic lake. Everyone was piling into the tiny
boats resting on the shore. The girls saw an empty boat and climbed in.
Two other girls soon followed them.
When all the first years were in a boat, they saw the one doing all the
shouting. It was a little old lady, with silver-blonde hair and wrinkly
skin. Her hair was pulled into a bun, and she was hunched over.
Surprisingly, she sounded quite young, no older than 46. But she looked
The boats began to float slowly across the lake. It was apparently
operated by magic, leaving the occupants free to talk. Heather and Krista
turned to the other girls in the boat with them.
"I'm Krista Kinkle, and this is Heather Laurent," said Krista.
The first girl, a blonde with startling green eyes, spoke first. "I'm
"I'm Savannah Lewis," said the second girl. Savannah had dark brown hair,
almost black, and dark almond-shaped eyes.
(A/N: This reminds me: I never described Krista and Heather!
KRISTA: Hair - shoulder-length sandy-brown hair. Eyes - brown
HEATHER: Hair - long white-blonde hair. Eyes - bright blue
CAMILLE: Hair - long golden-blonde hair. Eyes - Emerald green
SAVANNAH: Hair - short dark brown, almost black. Eyes - dark, almond-
I know I already described Camille and Savannah, but now you have a clearer
picture of all four girls.)
The four girls chatted excitedly about their upcoming year at Hogwarts and
were in a deep discussion on families when Heather spoke up.
"Look you guys!" They turned to see Heather pointing at what appeared to
be a huge castle. No words could possibly describe the appearance of
Hogwarts, except 'Wow' The girls were speechless, and remained speechless
as the boats came to a stop and everyone piled out. They were still
speechless as they walked up the stone steps and into a gigantic entryway.
Their thoughts were interrupted when the little old lady disappeared
through some huge oak doors, and another person replaced seconds later.
This person was very tall, and had long, red hair, that fell to the middle
of her back in untamed curls. She didn't look very old, and the only
wrinkles on her face were those caused from years of smiling.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, first years! I am Professor Weasley, Deputy
Headmistress. You will be sorted into your houses momentarily." And with
that, Professor Weasley stepped back into the room she had come from, and
the first years were left to wonder how they were going to be sorted.
Would they have a test? Would it hurt? What if they failed?
They didn't have to wait for long, though, before Professor Weasley opened
the doors and motioned them inside. As they stepped through the doors,
they gasped. They had entered what appeared to be a giant cafeteria.
There were four long tables filled with older students. There was a fifth
table filled with what appeared to be teachers. The ceiling looked exactly
like the sky. Dark blue, white fluffy clouds scattered about. Professor
Weasley led the first years to a large empty area in front of the five
tables. The only thing in this spot, besides the first years and Professor
Weasley, was a raggedy old hat sitting on a stool.
Heather, thoroughly confused, looked at Krista in question. Krista just
shook her head. She had no idea what to expect either. They were
beginning to get antsy when the hat broke into a loud song.
(A/N: I'm not going to write the song here.use your imagination!)
"Now," said Professor Weasley, stepping up in front of the first years, "as
I call your name, please step forward and put on the hat. When it calls
out your house, please go sit at the correct table. Apple, Polly!"
A short girl with long red hair walked nervously to the hat and put it on.
A few seconds later, the hat shouted HUFFLEPUFF! And Polly Apple took off
the hat and hurried to the table that was clapping the loudest.
Agnos, Gina went to Slytherin (A/N: did I spell that right?)
Baker, Brandy went to Slytherin
Bishop, Riley went to Gryffindor
Davies, Bill went to Ravenclaw
Erickson, Bridgett went to Gryffindor (A/N: Sorry if I bore you with all
these names, but oh well! I might need them for some later chapters, and I
don't want to confuse myself, or you, by trying to come up with hundreds of
names, and end up having 10 or 12 first year Slytherin girls (WOW!) so, if
you don't want to read the names, I won't hurt you. Just skip on ahead!)
Fish, Lucas went to Hufflepuff
Grappling, Veronica went to Hufflepuff
Hansen, Chase went to Slytherin
Inkleburg, Isaac went to Gryffindor
Johnson, Hannah went to Hufflepuff
Jones, Camille went to Ravenclaw
Kinkle, Krista went to Gryffindor
Laurent, Heather went to Gryffindor
Lewis, Savannah went to Gryffindor
Lionel, Peter went to Slytherin
Monkee, Martin went to Hufflepuff
Mop, Amber went to Hufflepuff
Oil, Olive went to Ravenclaw
Oreo, Danielle went to Ravenclaw
Pettronk, Ginger went to Slytherin
Persian, Katie went to Hufflepuff
Persian, Kyle went to Hufflepuff
Quinn, Amanda went to Hufflepuff
Quirky, Austin went to Ravenclaw
Rowboat, Fredrick went to Slytherin
Stevens, Nicholas went to Gryffindor
Stephens, Gregory went to Slytherin
Trunk, Hansen went to Ravenclaw
Uncle, Lucy went to Ravenclaw
Wanders, Stacy went to Slytherin
Wish, Sylvia went to Slytherin
Zonks, David went to Gryffindor.
Finally, they were finished. All the first years had been sorted, and the
whole school was waiting hungrily for the feast to begin. With nothing
else to do, Krista watched Professor Weasley make her way to an empty chair
at the High Table (A/N: That's what it's called, right?) and take her seat.
The second she was seated, the food appeared. Their plates were filled
with every food imaginable. Without a second thought, the students dug in.
After the desserts had been eaten, Professor Weasley stood and tapped her
glass with her spoon. "Now, before you report to your common rooms, our
Headmaster will speak to us."
A/N: Hehehe, sorry about the cliffhanger! You're just going to have to
wait for the next chapter to find out who the new Headmaster is! Sorry!
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