For Ravenclaw said take those who are wise,
                              
Who never falter in their knowledge
                              
And it is Hufflepuff who said I'll take the rest,
                              
It makes no difference to me!
                              
Great Hufflepuff is who I would side with, 
                              
For these pesky differences caused a split.
                              
One left, and never was allowed back
                              
From then on, the Houses have been split
                              
While three Houses are one, it is not four
                              
For the Houses are fighting each other,
                              
Unwisely and unwarranted, for those 
                              
Who are wrong, who are blind to hate
                              
They see them as their enemies, however
                              
They should take care, for the worst enemies, 
                              
Are those who are hidden from within
                              
I have only one last thing to say 
                              
Friendships can be as easily made 
                              
As they can be easily broken
                              
For now, I will sort you new students
                              
Who will be separated, but hopefully
                              
Take my words to heart and not split
                              
But unite under one House, Hogwarts!
                              
Applause broke out through the Hall, but it was scattered for the second year in a row. People were trying to figure out what the hat could be talking about. Harry was too tired and hungry to try to interpret the Sorting Hat's cryptic messages. Now, he just had to wait for the Sorting Hat to sort the first years. However, after Abigail, Sara was sorted into Hufflepuff, he dosed off, and not even the Houses' cheering for their new arrivals woke him up. 
                              
He was fighting his way over to the archway, but Lupin stopped him, like always. Sirius was falling. He had to reach him... but a stabbing pain his side distracted him. He woke up to find someone was poking him. He could smell food. Hermione poked him again.
                              
"Ouch, stop it. I didn't just get hit in my face," he said irritably, rubbing his side, which was still a little sore from Uncle Vernon's kick.
                              
"Yeah, I noticed. Why are you limping?" she said in a low voice. 
                              
Harry looked at her, but then grabbed some chicken from a gold platter in front of him.
                              
"Took a kick to my knee. Couldn't walk for a few days. It's still sore. Can you pass the potatoes?" he asked Hermione, who was glad to see him eat, but noticed he grabbed the bowl with his left hand and not his right. 
                              
Harry looked right at her and said, in a low tone, "Notice everything do you?" 
                              
She looked at his arm and pulled back the sleeve that concealed the dark purple and black bruise. 
                              
"Yeah, got it slammed right into the wall hard, he was lucky. He managed to knock my wand out of my hand. I probably would have gotten in trouble for hexing him, anyway," Harry grimaced and Hermione looked worried. "I'm alright. I've had worse," he said as he dug into his plate.