Insanity!

While the familiars slept in the laps, or arm in Harry's case, the boys were munching on some candy they had brought from earlier. Harry opened a Chocolate Frog, and the frog leaped up from the wrapper, but Harry caught it in his mouth.

"Slightly erotic mate," Fred commented, sucking on a Whatever Flavor stick.

"You bite anything else besides Chocolate Frogs?" George dared asked. Harry looked at the twin, and grinned.

"I dunno, wanna find out?" Harry replied, pulling on George's Slytherin school tie to bring him closer. George growled playfully, and was about to lean in to kiss Harry on the lips until the compartment door opened. Percy stood there, looking smug as ever.

"Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley ran away from this compartment earlier, why? As Prefect I--" Percy stated until interrupted.

~The Gods must REALLY hate us today because we have two stupid red-heads bothering us,~ Orgullo started, annoyed that he was awoken from his wondrous nap. ~Give me one good reason why I shouldn't tell you to fuck off.~

"See here, that was very rude." A pair of glasses that matched Percy's appeared on Orgullo's face.

~See here because I am still a virgin, and cannot get laid I must show off my power so in hopes I will get laid.~ The other three boys were laughing at this. Orgullo took the glasses off. ~I bet you've never been kissed before haven't you?~

"Um, well, no, wait, why, what?" Orgullo suddenly appeared in front of Percy's face, and kissed the human right on the lips! Fred managed to take a picture of this before Orgullo pulled away.

~Haha human, you have been kissed by The Great Orgullo! Feel honored, and come by my room later for some more action. I've been told I'm an animal in bed.~ Percy, scared for his life (and virginity) ran away clutching his wizard hat. Orgullo stepped into the hallway, and shouted. ~CALL ME!~

~A bit later~

"Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" Hagrid yelled out until all the first years came to him. "Follow me! Mind yer step, now!" Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Harry thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. "Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec. Jus' round this bend here."

Everyone, including Harry and Draco, oooed at the large castle. The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.

"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to the fleet of little boats in the water at the shore. Harry and Draco were (un)fortunate to be paired with Hermione and Ron. "Everyone in? Right ten --- FORWARD!" The fleet of the little boats moved all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Orgullo peeked his head out of Draco's cloak, and winked at Ron who was about to get up, and strangle the little white ferret, but Hermione held him back. "Heads down!" Everyone bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto the rocks and pebbles.

Ron accidentally tripped, and fell back into the water which almost everyone pointed and laughed until Hermione gave them all a glare, and helped him up.

"Everyone here? Good," the half-gaint spoke, raising his fist, and knocked on the door three times.

~In the Great Hall~

Fred and George were sitting on the Slytherin table, talking to old classmates about the summer. Marcus Flint sat next to George, and accidentally brushed his hand against George's thigh, but his hand was bitten by Verde. Even as a kit, Verde had sharp teeth.

"Ow, bloody thing," Marcus cursed, pulling back his hand, and nursed it.

"That's what you get when you try to touch me, isn't that right my wittle Verde?" George said. Verde mewed, and hid back in George's coat to take another nap.

"Damn George, getting all the action today, when am I going to get mine?" Fred asked, pouting. George leaned over, and kissed his brother's forehead, not caring if anyone saw.

"You'll get yours later."

~With Harry and Draco~

The door swung open at once; a tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and Harry's first thought was that this was not someone to cross.

"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

"Thank you Hagrid. I will take them from here." She pulled the door wide; The entrance hall was so big you could have fit the whole of a house in it. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and the magnificent marble staircase facing them let to the upper floors. They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor; Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right -- the rest of the school must already be in here -- but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather close together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room. The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn you house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting. I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly."

She left the chamber. Thankfully, Harry and Draco already knew how they were going to be sorted, and make sure the other wasn't looking like a Weasley. Ron and Hermione were exchanging what it would be, and they were no where near correct. Suddenly, several students started to scream as about twenty hosts had just streamed through the back wall. Draco and Harry exchanged looks, and, although they never saw a ghost before, didn't scream like a little girl. The ghosts were pearly-white, slightly transparent, they glided over the students without as much as a glance.

"Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance ---" a fat monk was saying.

"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost -- I say what are you all doing here?" questioned the second ghost; he wore a ruff and tights. Nobody said anything. What were you suppose to say?

"New students! About to be sorted I suppose?"

"Move along now," came a sharp voice, "the Sorting Ceremony's about to start." Professor McGonagall had returned. The ghosts faded through the wall on the opposite side. "Now, form a line, and follow me." The first years formed into a line, and followed the Professor out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.

It was new, Draco and Harry thought; lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like ale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there were among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver.

The boys just smirked to each other; they looked to the Professor who silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. For a few seconds there was complete silence until the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth, and begun to sing.

"Oh, you may not think I'm 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 sleep 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 Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk 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!"

The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song, and it bowed to each of the four tables, and became quiet. Draco and Harry knew they were going to be placed in Slytherin. Professor McGonagall stepped forward, unrolling a large parchment.

"When I call your name, you will put on the hat, and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. The boys mostly ignored the names until some were popped up. "Granger, Hermione!" The girl ran up to the stool and jammed the hat on her head. Slow down, damn.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Longbottom, Neville!" What!? Wait, did they skip him or something? Quickly calming down, Harry realized that they must have him set on Potter instead of Lestrange. Oh, he was going to tell them they were wrong.

"SLYTHERIN!" Some stared in show as Neville was chosen for Slytherin. The boy was quiet, and wasn't a pureblood, or was he? Draco thought he would have to look this up.

"Malfoy, Draco!"

"SLYTHERIN!" Pleased with himself, Draco joined Fred and George who ruffled his hair.

"Potter, Harry!" Oh Gods, they DID put him as Potter. No worries. Harry grinned to himself as the Great Hall went into whispers. He sat on the stool, and gently laid the Sorting Hat on his head.

"It's Harry Lestrange, not Harry Potter," Harry corrected everyone. The Sorting Hat smiled.

"Oh dear, Ravenclaw or Slytherin, which one, which one. Hufflepuff is for the norms, Gryffindor will not meet your demands," the hat asked, mostly to itself.

"Slytherin, please."

"SLYTHERIN!"

The whole snake table burst into cheers and claps as Harry made his way to the table, smiling.

Damn, this was long. lol I'll post maybe another one today if I get a few more reviews. I love reviews, they make me happy! Love Envy! Thank you for all the reviews!