Hogsmeade Station looks to be on the outskirts of a little village. The train platform is small and dark, with the sun well and truly set by now, so it's easy to spot the bright lantern as it approaches - not from the direction of the village, but by a dark forest path leading the opposite way, and being carried by Mr. Hagrid. He whistles, loudly, to get the children's attention, and calls, "First years over here!"
"Follow me!" he calls once everyone's assembled, and leads them down the dark path by which he came. It's a few minutes before they see anything more interesting than trees and shadows, but then they come upon a vast still black lake, reflecting the distant yellow pinpoints of light that are the windows of the Castle Hogwarts, on the opposite shore atop a high cliff. There are little boats clustered by the near shore, that look just like the one Hagrid took Harriet away from her aunt and uncle in.
"Four to a boat," Hagrid calls. "They'll row themselves across once everyone's in."
The cliff looms, stark and straight and almost vertiginous, as they approach.
"Mind your heads!" Hagrid calls as the boats make their way toward and through a curtain of ivy hiding a wide but low-ceilinged passage under the cliff. (Hagrid himself has to sit down in his boat and hunch.)
The pass under the cliff leads to an underground harbor, and the path Hagrid leads them along away from the harbor leads to the Hogwarts lawn. They emerge next to a wide dirt road that leads to a wide flight of stone stairs and a pair of wide wooden-and-iron doors. Opposite the road from them are a group of empty and apparently-horseless carriages - apparently the non-first-year students got here by a different, faster route.
The Entrance Hall alone is larger than the Dursleys' entire house, huge and grand and palpably ancient, lit by torches and chandeliers, with a vast marble staircase opposite the entrance and another grand double-door to the right. Professor McGonagall leads them to neither of these, but to a smaller doorway in one corner of the room.
The next chamber is smaller and less grand, but still large enough to comfortably fit forty eleven year olds, an elderly professor, and a stool with an extremely old, extremely floppy-looking black wizard's hat.
She turns, with a swish of her robes, to face the assembled first-years, as they all gather into the room behind her.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," she says smartly. "My name is Minerva McGonagall, and I am the Deputy Headmistress of this school; you may call me Professor McGonagall."
"In some minutes," she says, "the Start of Term Banquet will begin, in the Great Hall to the right of the Entrance Hall; but before this, it is necessary to conduct the Sorting. Each of you must be sorted into one of the four Houses of Hogwarts: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. These Houses will serve you as a sort of surrogate family during your stay at Hogwarts; each House has its own dormitory and common room, and prefects and a head boy and girl who you can go to if you need help or support. The Sorting Ceremony begins here; the Sorting Hat," she indicates the wizard's hat on the stool, "will speak with each of you in turn to assess which house you are most suited to. Then, you will all enter the Great Hall, and one by one you will be called to the front of the Hall, and the Hat will announce your House."
He considers this question rather seriously.
My dad's a Ravenclaw... But I'm not sure I'm the same sort of... Person whose main interest is knowledge, like him? I want to help people and change things. Bravery sounds like... A good trait to have. So does working hard and being loyal.
So does being ambitious, actually. Nothing changes if we don't try. And fixing everything is - I think it's more important than being brave about it, or working hard about it. It'd be okay if being a lazy coward could save people. But everyone acts like Slytherins are all evil.
The kind of brave people think of when they think of Gryffindor, you mean? I think you're a kind of brave that Godric would have recognized and respected, and I think you're a kind of brave that Gryffindor house knows how to respect and nurture. I think you're a kind of brave that can do more than its bearers often think. And I think you could become almost any kind of brave you decided to try to.
Wow. That's a lot.
Being a Gryffindor sounds really terrifying. They'll know, probably, because people always know, how constantly, thoroughly scared she always is, of basic silly things.
But...
The Hat's talking like it's - like it's something important, noble.
A terrifying path - and one she kind of wants to walk, even if she's shaking the entire time.
I think... I'm okay trying it.
Well, I look into your mind - like I'm doing now - and I think about what sort of person you are, how that sort of pertain learns, what sort of person you could become, and I ask what sort of person you'd like to be. I generally try to put people in Houses they'll get along well with. For class size reasons, I also try to sort the Houses evenly, so often I decide how to sort people who are very balanced or unsure between multiple Houses last, depending on where there's openings.
That... doesn't sound right, to him. It doesn't quite come out in a sentence, like the Hat's words do, but - he's always so scared and nervous of everyone and everything, and Gryffindors are supposed to be big brave heroes, and - and everyone would be able to tell he's not what a Gryffindor is supposed to be, and what if they make fun of him -
The image of Godric Gryffindor now is of a hero, valiant, always standing up for what he believes in, always fighting hard and ceaselessly for the right.
It's normal, for people's images to change after their deaths, but even at the end Godric believed he'd never finished his journey toward bravery - which he saw as an ideal no person could truly ever embody, but that they must strive for as best they can, with no shame when they can't.
Godric is, perhaps, the most dramatic example I've ever had the honor of knowing, of someone who walked the path to bravery. He wasn't particularly brave, as a child - certainly not in the stereotypical way, for bravery is the mastery of fear, not the absence. But Godric let his fear rule him, and he frequently gave up if things seemed too scary. This continued even as he became a teenager - and, around the time Hogwarts students now graduate, the war between his fear and his beliefs came to a head. He had an opportunity to save the life of someone else, at risk to himself... And he hesitated long enough the opportunity vanished.
That haunted him, and he began, slowly, hesitantly, walking the path to bravery, one he mapped out, because he wanted no student to be as unprepared as he had been. He wanted to teach bravery, for it is a skill often far more difficult than any magic we work here.
No one reasonable expects you to simply know how to cast spells, or brew potions, or identify creatures without ever being told. No one reasonable expects you to simply know how to be brave. Learning is what schools are for, Mister Longbottom.
I... guess I never thought of it as something that could be taught. He always thought - and he doesn't quite say this in words, not to himself or to the Hat, but the impression is there - he always thought that if you weren't brave enough to do the right thing when you really needed to, there was already just something wrong with you.
(With him, really.)
Professor McGonagall nods smartly, and turns toward the first years.
"All right, children," she says in her carrying voice. "Next you must line up in alphabetical order outside the door to the Great Hall. The Hat and I will enter first, and then the doors will open for you. You'll walk down the middle of the Hall toward the Hat, and one by one we will call you forward to the front of the Hall, where the Hat will announce your House."
The murmurs of conversation die down, as a tall, thin, bearded man stands up from the center of the Head Table. A brass owl decorating the table in front of him flares its wings and rises into the position of a podium. The attention of the hall becomes fixed on him.
"Welcome," he calls jovially to the Great Hall, "and/or welcome back, to Hogwarts! Six sevenths of you know me as Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, and now seven sevenths of you do. To our new students, I hope you will discover you were sorted well, and to our returning ones, I hope you will do your best to help make it so. I would like to take a moment now to introduce the rest of our fine staff, but the look on your faces tells me I should probably get you fed first, so, if you please - "
He steps back from the podium, inclines his head and spreads his hands, and a banquet's worth of food appears on each House table.
Dumbledore gets to his feet once again as the feast ends. "I do love our feasts," he says conversationally. "I hope everyone found it at least as delicious as I did. Now, briefly, before you all head off to bed, I should go over a few things. First years should note that the Forbidden Forest is out of bounds to students of all ages, per the appellation 'Forbidden Forest.' It is home to many kinds of dangerous magical creatures, and portions of it are considered the jurisdiction of the native Centaur tribe, who do not take kindly to wizarding interlopers. Deep diving in the Hogwarts Lake is also prohibited, although you are at liberty to wade. No magic is to be used between classes in the corridors, and in particular you are not to attempt to cast jinxes on your fellow students. The Restricted Section of the Hogwarts library is also out of bounds to students without a signed notice from a professor."
"You'll have plenty of occasions to get to know the rest of your teachers in the coming weeks," Dumbledore says. "But for now, it's been a long day and a hearty feast for us as well as for you, and many of us on both sides of the head table are probably about ready for bed; so I'll send you off. First years, follow your House Prefects to your dormitories."
"I'll let you in, dear," the portrait calls in a motherly sort of voice. (A few of the kids chuckle.)
"Yeah," says another prefect, a girl who never introduced herself, "realistically people don't try to sneak into other dorms by shapeshifting into students and pretending to forget the password very often."
"But best practice is to ask a Prefect or another Gryffindor student," Percy says.
Harriet sleeps lightly and wakes up extremely early. She knows how to be quiet, though, in the early hours, and she very gently fetches a book from her trunk - after reminding herself she's allowed to do this now - and tip-toes down the stairs to read in the common room until breakfast time.