The Sorting Hat - HP NextGen Part 2 'Form a line please!'
The first-years did as they were told, lining up behind Professor Longbottom. Michael ended up in-between Scorpius and Al. Rose was near the front of the line. She'd already made friends with two other girls.
They left the chamber behind, walking back into the Entrance Hall and then -
Michael's jaw dropped.
The Great Hall was immense. It was easily the biggest room he'd ever seem, and it was full of people. Michael's primary school had only had a hundred pupils. There was at least five times that many at Hogwarts. The students were sitting at four long tables, and the teachers at another table at the front where they could see all the students. It was towards this table that they were walking, and in front of this table, on a low school, was a wizard's hat.
Once they were lined up in front of the High Table, Michael noticed that all the older students and most of the first years were staring a
Journey From Platform 9 and 3/4 - HP NextGen Prt1 Scorpius Malfoy heaved his trunk after him as he made his way down the train. The trunk was heavy, but he hadn't found an empty compartment to dump it in yet.
He pushed open the door to the next carriage and nearly ran into the back of a boy his age. He looked rather lost.
'Oh! Sorry.' The boy helped Scorpius get his trunk through the door, then straightened self-consciously. 'Are you a first year, too?'
Scorpius nodded. 'Are you looking for a compartment? I am.'
The boy also nodded, looking relieved. 'My name's Michael Garrow. What's yours?'
'Scorpius Malfoy.' Scorpius waited for the flinch, for Michael to recognise his surname, but he didn't. Must be a Muggle-born.
In an unspoken agreement, they started down the train together. By Scorpius' calculations, this was the second-last carriage, so if they didn't find an empty compartment soon, they were in trouble.
The last compartment was the e