A/N: If you recognize it, then it is not mine. Idea was spawned from Maraudercat's Conversation with a Hat challenge, and I do hope that you enjoy.

Internal Dialogue
Ch 1: Granger, Hermione

"Granger, Hermione."

'Hmm. What have we-'

This is the sorting hat! I read about it in Hogwarts: A History on the train today. The shabby old thing-

'Excuse me? Shabby?'

Used to belong to none other than Godric Gryffindor himself, and along with the other founders became used to sort children between the houses since they couldn't agree to take only a certain kind of student, and that's how the houses were formed. Gryffindor got the brave, Ravenclaw got the smart, Slytherin got the crafty, and Hufflepuff took anyone who couldn't find a home in the rest of the houses. I hate to use the word misfits, but I really do think that that is what they were, not that there is anything wrong with that and-

'I do hope that this doesn't take too much longer. Hard to sift through your brain when you spend so much time thinking to yourself. I KNOW my history, thank you kindly. Perhaps Ravenclaw for you…'

Ravenclaw! I could discuss my theories on the existence of magic and how it corresponds to the world around us, magical energies from the planet, and the revolution of the moon in relation to the sun-

'I think this girl might just be too smart for Ravenclaw. Might very well destroy the sanity of the fine house… or the bell curve-'

Mom would be so proud of me if I could get into such a fine House as that. I miss her. I feel so alone here. Everyone seems to have friends from before the school year started or at least made friends on the train. Even that Boy Wonder kid seems to have developed a friendship with that red-haired boy with the dirt on his nose.

'Alone in the big world, my dear. Perhaps Hufflepuff would be a good place for you. You will make many friends there.'

Hufflepuff? A fine house, but a bit of a let down. Misfits. Maybe that is all I am, Muggleborn, different that everyone else. But watch me prove that I am as good a witch as any. I have already mastered a few spells that freckle-faced kid couldn't do.

'My dear. I have changed my opinion of you. You will do very well in the House I have chosen for you, and you will do many a great things for your friends-'

I don't have any friends!

'You will, child. You will. But might I suggest that you don't flaunt your knowledge too much where you are going. Trust me on this one.'

How do you know?

'I just do. Don't doubt the sorting hat. I will never place a student in the wrong house. Ever. '

"GRYFFINDOR!"

A/N: There will be other chapters with other students, though I am not at all sure of who will be up next. I do hope that you enjoyed this somewhat.