Hi Guys! I know, I haven't been posting for awhile, I've been busy. (AND lazy, ngl) Anyways, it's just annoying, when I'm literally planning the 7th year when I haven't even passed the Sorting! Ok, enough of shit, hope you enjoy this chapter!

Ron's POV:

We sailed for a long time. The air was chilly, but I didn't care. I was going to Hogwarts! Kylie, though, looked very green in the face. When I asked her what was wrong, she was scared about the Sorting. She actually  thought she was going to be in Slytherin!  Kylie and Slytherin just don't fit together. They just don't. When I told her that, bitch wouldn't listen to me. I tried for sometime then gave up. She's one stubborn girl. We got off of the boats in some time and walked up to these HUGE doors. They were even bigger than Hagrid! He knocked on it thrice and they flung open. 

I. Love. This. Place. Kylie FINALLY seemed to have forgotten to overthink about the boats having Muggle devices that eavesdrop on every conversation. Like, fucking hell, bitch! We just walked on & on & on. My stomach growled every now & then. How do people find their way around? This place is just so fucking big!  Hagrid led us to this strict-looking woman and said, "The firs' years, Professor," and that professor said, "Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here." Take us where?  Then she just started speaking, "Welcome to Hogwarts! The Sorting Ceremony will take place shortly. I suggest you smarten yourselves up while we get ready for you." and just left. Smarten yourselves up? Am I not enough? Oh wait a damn minute~ I turn to look at Kylie and - you guessed it - she looked like she'd just seen a werewolf transformation. She looked so white in the face, like a ghost. Then, the blondie she'd beaten up on the train said, "So it's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

Kylie's POV:

Murmuring broke out across the hall. 'The  Harry Potter?' 'Wait, really?' I mean, I wouldn't blame them. If I was a background character, I would've screamed with joy and danced on the spot. Not like I could ever dance, but that's a different thing. "This is Crabbe and Goyle, and I'm Malfoy," he stepped in front of him, "Draco Malfoy" Ron and I snickered under the thin cover of a cough. "Think my name's funny, do you?" he snarled at Ron, turning to him. "No need to ask you yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley." "Yes, he is a Weasley, Malfoy. Deal with it." I snarled back at him, my arms folded. He just looked sourly at me and said, "Stay out of this, Mudblood" Yes, he did! But I kept my calm. I've shown him what I'm capable of. At this point, he's just begging for a kick in the shins. 

Harry's POV:

I already know that Ron, Kylie and I are going to be best friends. "You'll soon understand that some wizarding families are better than the others, Potter." Malfoy turned back to me, ignoring her. "You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He held out his hand. "I think I can tell the wrong sort by myself, thanks." I said coolly. At this, Kylie sniggered under her breath, not bothering to cover it up. Before he could react, Professor McGonagall tapped his shoulders, indicating him to go back to his place. He gave a sour look to Ron and Kylie and left. "We're ready for you now," said the professor curtly. She turned around and simply waved her hands and doors flew open.

The most beautiful hall I've ever seen came into view and it's not even like I've seen a hall in my life before. Worse, it was jam-packed with older students. My throat went dry. We have to take a test in front of the school?  This is bad. "I bet I'll end up in Slytherin," came Kylie's voice. "What?" I said, confused. "I didn't say anything" she said, also looking confused. "But... I just heard you say something..."I persisted. "Maybe, you're imagining things?" she said. "Can he - read my mind?" she said. But, she didn't say anything. Could I really read her mind? "OK, OK, calm yourself down, Lia, think of a song!" she 'said'. "OK, how about 'Double Trouble'?" Then, she was singing about cauldrons, fire, and trouble. I don't know what she was singing about, but she needs therapy. "Yeah, I know dude, I do need therapy." she 'said'. 

"Wait, you can hear me?"

"Umm... yeah?"

"WE'RE MIND-READERS!"

"I guess?"

Then a very different voice said, "I will call out your name, you will come forth, and I will place the hat on your head." "Was that you?" I asked, ✨telepathically✨. "No, it was Professor McGonagall" she said. "Wish me luck." "You don't need it," I said, smiling at her. She smiled back, and said, "If I didn't need it, why would I ask? Common sense" she said sarcastically. "Geez, thanks, that's so touching," I replied, just as sarcastically. She giggled and turned her head towards Prof. McGonagall.  "Draco Malfoy," she called, as Malfoy stepped forward and tried the hat on. Well, barely. The hat screamed "SLYTHERIN!" before it sat properly on his head.

I GOT INTO GRYFFINDOR! Hermione was also Gryffindor. It was finally Kylie's turn. I could hear the hat say, "Hmm, oh dear me, this is quite the challenge...". Oh, great. Just what she needed. More negativity. 

The Headmaster suddenly stood and announced a Hatstall, whatever that was. Just when he sat down, the hat yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!" and the whole table stood up and cheered for her. When she sat down, I noticed she looked quite dull for being sorted into the best house. But, I mean, she'll cheer up after Ron comes round. But, it's like, they're twins or something. They'll always fight, but if one isn't there, the other goes into total depression. Ron was called forth, and in under 10 seconds, he was in Gryffindor. Kylie lifted up her head and smiled at Ron, but, there was something wrong. She wasn't smiling genuinely and I knew that because there was no warmth in that smile. Ok, maybe I was wrong about them being twins...