Harry's POV:

Later, when all of the first years were sorted in their houses, all of the students were talking to each other. I met Rons siblings, Percy, who was the house prefect, and his twin brothers Fred and George. They were just a year older than us.

McGonagall, who I learned was the head of the Gryffindor house, dings on a cup. "Your attention, please."

The old man from earlier, who I learned was Dumbledore, the head master, rised from his chair. "Let the feast... begin."

Food magically appears on all the tables, and the hall is filled with awe and chatter. My eyes widened as I saw everything. I couldn't wait to eat to my hearts content.

"Wow!"

Draco looked at all the food, raised his eyebrows, and dug in from across the room. I could see his face as he acted as if this was normal for him. Ron, on the other hand, acts as if he has never eaten a day in his life as he stuffs his face.

"I'm half and half. Me dad's a Muggle. Mam's a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out." Seamus, a kid in my year, spoke.

Neville laughed. I was sitting next to Percy. He leans over.

"Say, Percy, who's that teacher talking to that kid over there? Isn't that table for the professors and the people who work here?"

"Oh, that's Professor Snape, head of Slytherin house. And that's actually a Professor. His name is Professor Biersack. He's actually a year older than me. Crazy, right? He's so young."

"What's he teach?"

"Snape teaches potions. But everyone knows it's the Dark Arts he fancies. He's been after Biersacks job for years."

Ron, having just finished a chicken wing, reaches into the bowl for more, and a ghost pops out, scaring him.

"Ahh!" Ron screamed.

"Hello! How are you? Welcome to Gryffindor."

Numerous ghosts come pouring from the walls, sailing along, greeting all of the first years.

"Whoo-hoo-hoo!" Another ghost comes out.

"Look, it's the Bloody Baron!"

"Hello, Sir Nicholas. Have a nice summer?" Percy smiles as he asks the ghost.

"Dismal. Once again, my request to join the headless hunt has been denied." The ghost says as he begins to leave.

Ron chimed in. "I know you! You're Nearly Headless Nick!"

"I prefer Sir Nicholas if you don't mind."

"Nearly" headless? How can you be nearly headless?" Hermione asks.

"Like this."  He grabs his head and pulls it to the side. His head was hanging on just by a thread.

"Ahh!" Ron screams.

Hermione moans in disgust while I just simply roll my eyes. Nick reattaches his head back to his body. Later, Percy led us and the res of the Gryffindors to the staircase tower. "Gryffindors, follow me, please. Keep up. Thank you."

"Ravenclaws, follow me. This way."

"This is the most direct path to the dormitories. Oh, and keep an eye on the staircases. They like to change." Percy says as he guides us up the stairs.

I looked up and saw all of the stairs, some moving and others that led nowhere in particular.

"Keep up, please, and follow me. Quickly now, come on. Come on." Percy says as we begin walking up the stairs as several of the portraits begin greeting us.

"Seamus, that picture's moving!" Neville says while pointing.

"Look at that one, Harry!" Ron says in awe.

"I think she fancies you." I joked.

"Oh, look! Look! Who's that girl?"

"Welcome to Hogwarts." A painting of a man said.

"Who's that?"

A bit later, on the seventh floor, Percy led us to a painting. We all came to a stop at a large painting of a large woman in a pink dress. She is known as "The Fat Lady."

The Fat Lady spoke, "Password?"

"Caput Draconis." The Fat Lady smiles and nods in confirmation at Percy. The painting opens up to reveal a doorway in the wall, leading to Gryffindor Tower. "Follow me, everyone. Keep up. Quickly, come on."

"Oh, wow."

"Gather around here. Welcome to the Gryffindor Common Room. Boys' dormitory is upstairs and down to your left. Girls, the same on your right. You'll find that your belongings have already been brought up." Percy speaks as we walk into the room.

Later at midnight, I was sitting by a window in my pj's, with Hedwig. I pet Hedwig and look out the window, sighing with content, knowing that I would love it here at Hogwarts. That I would be free to be who I am, but my smile soon faded as Draco came to mind.

Who is he to be such a prick to everyone? Just because he comes from money?