Harry Potter looked nervously around, sqinting at the torches along the corridor. This was a very different place, he wasn't used to the fact that there was no electricity, no adults to boss him around. Yet, at least. He didn't know that soon a professor would come and guide him to the sorting hat, where he would be sorted into one of four houses. He looked around for the boy he had met on the train. Harry looked at the ground as he thought about the redhead. He remembered that the boy had said his name was Ron Weasley. He wasn't one of the kids Harry had seen running around at the elementary school Harry had attended. He blew some hair out of his eyes, patting down the robe he was required to wear. This place was so new, somewhat awkward. However he felt great to be away from the Dursleys, almost relieved. He smiled widely as he thought about how he wouldn't see them for a whole year. His fingers played with his sleeves, eyes twinkling with suspense as he wondered what would happen next.