Emma's P.O.V.

The train stopped, and everyone started to exit. Harry and Ron had already changed into their robes. Since first years were the last ones out we had to wait a long time.Once it was my turn to step out, I saw a smiling familiar face. "Hagrid!" I yelled giving him a hug. "'ello there Emma!" he said hugging me back. Now he addressed all the first years. "Alrigh' firs' years liste' up!" He led us to a big lake with boats. "No more 'n four to a boat!"

We had to wait our turn, but I climbed in a boat along with Harry, Ron and Hermione.The boats started moving on their on as I sat in awe. We kept going until we got to the main land. Once we got there I heard a CROAK! "Trevor!" yelled Neville. He picked up his toad and ran back into the crowd. Hagrid led us inside the huge building.

Once we got inside a stern-looking lady approached us. "I can take them from here Hagrid," she said. "Hello first years, I am Professor McGonagall, I teach Transfiguration, follow me please." Her hair was in a tight bun and she had emerald green robes. She scared me.

She led us to the entrance hall and we had to wait behind HUGE doors. I could hear a lot of noise, so the other students must already be in there. "Wait here until we are ready for you," she said going inside, "The Sorting will begin momentarily." "How exactly do they Sort us?" Harry and I asked at the same time. "I don't know. My brother Fred said it's some kind of test that hurts a lot, but he was joking" said Ron, "Let's just hope you aren't in Slytherin." "Why?" I asked. "There isn't a wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin." answered Ron. I nodded

Just then, Professor McGonagall said "We are ready" The doors opened. "Make a line please." commanded Professor McGonagall. She led us towards a dusty old hat. "Maybe they will pull a bunny out of it to tell us our House." I whispered to Harry. Suddenly, the hat burst into song.

Oh you may not think me pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

if you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folks use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!

Everyone clapped. Professor McGonagall started calling out names. "We just have to try on the Hat?" whispered Harry. "I guess" answered Ron. "Abbot, Hannah!" A girl with pigtails went up to the stand. "HUFFLEPUFF!" "Bones, Susan!" "HUFFLEPUFF! "Boot, Terry!" RAVENCLAW!" "Brocklehurst, Mandy!" "RAVENCLAW!" "Brown, Lavender!" "GRYFFINDOR!" "Bullstrode, Millicent!" "SLYTHERIN!" I understand why everyone didn't like Slytherin. They didn't look very nice.

"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!" "HUFFLEPUFF!" "Finnigan, Seamus!" "GRYFFINDOR!" "Granger, Hermione!" I froze as I heard my sister's name. "GRYFFINDOR!" Why wasn't I called? "Longbottom, Neville!" I heard a few snickers from the crowd. "GRYFFINDOR!" "Malfoy, Draco!" "SLYTHERIN!" I guess Draco got his wish.

There were a bunch of other names when I finally heard "Potter, Harry!" Whispers went through the crowd. Harry's Sorting took the longest. It seemed like he was talking to the hat, but finally I heard "GRYFFINDOR!" There were some other names and then I heard 'Weasley, Ronald!" "GRYFFINDOR!" "Zabini, Blaise!" "SLYTHERIN!" "And Finally our youngest student, Granger, Emma!" I stepped up to the hat.

"Oh, what to do with you, hmmm, plenty of courage, kindness, very sharp in the mind, yet cunning." "Not Slytherin," I repeated over and over. "Alright if no Slytherin better be GRYFFINCLAW!"