บท 13: The Trolley Problem
"Wait, did she say we are reaching Hogwarts? The trolley isn't even here yet," Harry said.
"Um, well, Um, the trolley was knocked over by a first-year named Ron," Neville stuttered, nervously shrinking himself when everyone focused on him.
"Was the kid a redhead with too many freckles and a dirty nose?" Fred said.
"Yea?"
"Who did he fight with?" George asked.
"Th-The Malfoy heir."
"OF course," The Weasley twins sighed.
"I take it you know him?" Aaron asked.
"Only since his birth," George opened the door.
"He's our ickle brother," Fred said, following his brother out.
"We need to take care of this, we'll see you in the castle," George waved goodbye as he and his twin leisurely walked away.
"Take your time, I'm sure he isn't beaten up too bad," Aaron yelled after them.
"We will," Fred yelled before disappearing into the next train car.
"I think you should go change Nev, let me keep Trevor for a while, I'll give him back tomorrow in the castle," Aaron said.
"I would, but he might slip away again," Neville said.
"No, he won't," Aaron turned to Trevor and pointed at his pocket, "Trevor, in here, please," he said, activating Omni-tongue.
Trevor turned to Aaron and hopped into his pocket.
"How did you do that?" Neville asked.
"He shares the same IQ as animals, so they understand him," Harry said.
"The only animal I share an IQ with is you."
"Um, I should go," Neville stood up, leaving the compartment.
"That explains that," Harry said.
"What?"
"The reason Malfoy didn't come here."
"What?"
"Last time, the twins saw my scar and told people, and it spread, which is why Malfoy knew I was here, this time around, none of that happened, so Malfoy doesn't know we are here," Harry explained.
"You're right, but do you know what's the fun part?"
"What?"
"This way, the movie version of how you met him might happen instead," he said, causing Harry to roll his eyes.
"You are obsessed with that you know? The moment you existed, both versions of my life became invalid."
"I know, but it's fun seeing some of the moments happening." Aaron waved him off, changing into his robe.
Harry waited until Aaron was done changing, smirked at him, and tapped his clothes, changing them into robes.
"That's getting old," Aaron groaned.
"If it was, you wouldn't react like that."
"At least I built my mind palace, unlike some people."
"Well I carried over most of my progress from before, so I'm as good as a Hogwarts graduate at eleven."
"Oh, please, I learn everything faster, I'll catch up in a year."
"Only if I don't get any better in a year!"
"I have no doubt you will, but I'm a Jaguar, I'll catch up to seven years of a snail's progress in no time."
"Well, this snail fell into a car engine."
"Ok, that was a nice comeback, you're learning fast."
"Too bad I can't use half the stuff you taught me in Hogwarts, it will go right over their head," Harry sighed.
"The price being from a different world."
"Or having a brother that is."
"The train seems to be slowing down," Aaron said, "are you ready?"
"I should be asking you that, I've already done this once," Harry said.
"If you can say that without vibrating, I'll believe you."
Harry looked out of the window, they had reached their stop.
"Oh but it's not nerves, it's pure excitement," Harry smiled.
The twins walked out of their compartment and got off the train, stepping into the crowd they looked around, Harry in nostalgia, and Aaron in wonder.
"First years! Firs' years over here!" a booming voice said over the sea of heads.
Harry turned around, easily spotting the owner of the voice, Hagrid.
"C'mon, follow me – any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"
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 Aaron thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. Neville turned a shade paler and sniffed once or twice.
"Ye' all get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder, "just round this bend here."
There was a loud "Oooooh!"
The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black take. 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 a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Harry and Aaron were followed into their boat by Neville and Hermione. "Everyone in?" shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. "Right then -- FORWARD!"
And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass.
Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.
"Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; they all 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 dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles.
They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, Oak front door. Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.
The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there, Harry looked at Professor McGonagall with fondness, Aaron, on the other hand, was one step away from fanboying over one of his favorite characters in the Potterverse.
"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 a whole train car inside, maybe two. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches casting odd dancing shadows, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.
They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. The twins could hear the cacophony of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right -the rest of the school must already be here -- but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty room off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer 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 noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose 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."
Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron's bloody nose.
"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall. "Please wait quietly."
Aaron looked at Harry, signaling him to provide cover, he ran his hands through his hair, turning it red, and making it just a bit longer than usual, and then he brightened his green eyes a bit.
"You are evil," Harry said, figuring out his brother's plan.
"so you're saying no to my plan?"
"No, go ahead, but remember this moment when it blows up in your face," he warned.
"I take full responsibility."
"As if!"
Before Aaron could protest something happened that made him jump about a foot in the air -- several people behind him screamed.
"What the --?"
He gasped. So did the people around him. About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying: "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance --"
"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 even a ghost -- I say, what are you all doing here?"
A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years.
"We're new students," Harry answered.
"New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them.
"About to be Sorted, I suppose?", A few people nodded mutely.
"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "My old house, you know."
"Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start." Professor McGonagall had returned.
One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall. "Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "and follow me."
Aaron got into the line behind a boy with sandy hair, with Harry behind him, and they walked out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.
Aaron couldn't have ever even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was 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 pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, he looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars.
The movies hadn't done this place justice, imagination faltered at rendering the image of this place, and the most fantastical description felt mundane when compared to the genuine article.
It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open onto the heavens. Aaron quickly looked down again as Professor McGonagall 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, frayed, and extremely dirty.
Aaron stared at the hat, anticipating the pre-sorting song. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth -- and the hat began 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 are 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 Hufflepuffis are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've got 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 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. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.
Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said.
"Abbott, Hannah!"
A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down.
After a moment of pause – "HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table.
"Bones, Susan!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.
"Boot, Terry!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
– A few sortings later –
"Potter, Aaron."
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ezamier
ezamier I'm using bold and italic for Omni-tongue, so if he talks in bold and italic, he is using omni-tongue, unlike parseltongue, he doesn't need to talk in hisses or roars, the subject of the speech will comprehend the meaning, magical translation.
it's a longer than normal chapter, and it's a bit of a copy paste at the end, sorry about that.
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