"The Sorting will take place shortly. When i call your name you will line up here and wait to be Sorted!" says an old witch, who i know is Mcgonagall a Gryffindor.

"It's true then, what they were saying on the train, Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." says Draco and i follow his gaze it's Harry Potter! Draco walks over to him. "This is Crabbe and Goyle."says Draco nodding towards these two muscular men. "And i'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." he says extending his hand.

A boy with red hair and a hand-me-down robe sniggers. Draco turns towards him. "Think my name is funny do you? No need to ask for yours red hair, and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley." says Draco and the boy looks down, sadly. "You'll soon find out that some Wizarding Families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

"I think i can tell the wrong sort for myself thanks." says Harry. Draco glares at him but then Mcgonagall walks in and taps Draco on the shoulder with some rolled up parchment Draco looks at her and then walks back over to Crabbe and Goyle.