just what the tile says. when a 15 year old potterhead obsessed with fanfictions becomes harry potter himself , what will happen to the world and harry potter?
Changes have been made, Prefects have been changed. I remembered that Ernir Macmallion was prefect but I forgot that he was a 1st year in 1991. Other than that everything is the same.
The door swung open at once. Our Queen clad in emerald-green robes stood tall, her black hairs were in a strict-looking bun. She had a very stern face and she truly looked like someone who shouldn't be crossed.
"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," Hagrid said.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."
She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was really big. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing us led to the upper floors.
We followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. As soon as we crossed the threshold of Hogwarts I felt warm motherly magic engulf me and probe slightly at my core measuring up my magic, I felt giddy. Ever since I could do wandless magic and inspected the bright purple ball inside my mindscape I could feel the magic around me. Turns out that the purple ball was my core and every wandless occlumes could feel magic in the air to some extent, it was a big advantage for me but I had to be cautious, I was pretty Sure Snape and Dumbledoor too would have the same power.
I could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right — the rest of the school must already be here — Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. We crowded in, standing closer together than we would usually have done, everyone was peering about nervously.
I was pretty nervous and excited myself. I hope that my occlumecy shield holds up, everything will end before it even starts if Snape or Dumbledoor break through them. But as an honorary Potterhead, I will gladly take the risk to attend Hogwarts.
"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 your house points, while any rule-breaking 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 smudged nose. And thank goodness I had a haircut before coming here; my hairs were straight (thanks to magic and potions) and cut into an Indian military hair cut with a small cut in my left brow. I looked pretty badass, to be honest, and that's why I loved this hairstyle so much!
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