A/N: So I've revamped STITCH ME UP because I got to the end and said to myself: Godric I wish there were more.

So here is the 'more'.

Enjoy.

Stitch Me Up
Tress Blues

The Sorting

Hannah was sitting quietly among a pack of giggling girls, most of whom already knew each other and were busily making more friends. It made a part of her wish she could follow their lead but instead she hid behind her book, too shy to really engage.

One of the girls, Leanne, also remained quiet as her friend Emily chattered away with the others but Hannah wouldn't dare contemplate striking up conversation with her. Much like herself, Leanne was reading a magazine to keep eyes off her and Hannah respected the silent but firm rebuttal of conversation too much to disrupt her.

It was nearly three quarters of an hour into the trip when the door to the cabin burst open and a boy stumbled inside, almost falling over his own feet as he studied the carpeted floor of the cabin carefully. "Excuse me…sorry…have you seen a toad anywhere?" he mumbled, not making eye contact.

Hannah felt sorry for him as Emily sneered. "A toad? Who brings a toad to school?"

"Freak," someone coughed, conspicuously.

She'd never wanted to stand up for someone as much as she had at that moment but Leanne beat her to it. "Leave him alone," she chastised her friend. "It's on the list."

"His name's Trevor." The boy explained, glancing under their seats. Hannah took a quick peak under her own just to be certain.

"I don't see him," Hannah whispered, timidly. Her cheeks were growing pinker as she kept sneaking glances at the boy. Having grown up in the secluded Abott Estate, the only boys she'd really been around were her awful cousins who took turns ripping out her hair when they visited.

But this boy looked nice. And Hannah found herself thinking that if she looked past his floppy fringe, he had rather pretty brown eyes. Are you allowed to call boys pretty? She wondered but before she could answer herself, the boy's shoulders had slumped and he mumbled an apology before he closed the cabin door and left.

-:-

"I'm going to be in Ravenclaw," Emily declared, proudly as the girls walked with the group toward the front doors.

"That's very…ambitious of you Emily," Hannah tried to compliment but she found the words to be rather false, directed toward the girl who had argued with the Sweets Cart Lady over the proper price of Chocolate Frogs only to be proven rather publicly wrong.

Leanne beside her giggled slightly and the pair shared a small smile that was silenced as they reached the tall, dark haired witch who stood in front of the door in emerald green robes and a tight expression.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," she announced. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts."

"I already have a family," Emily hissed, pedantically.

Hannah dearly wished she could tell her to shut up but she merely shared another glance with Leanne. Though her family was rather small to begin with, she loved them and gaining a new one seemed like a fine idea for her.

"You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common-room." McGonagall, as Hagrid had introduced her, continued. "The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you art at Hogwarts…"

She continued on but Hannah's thoughts were once again focused on what she'd been fretting about for months. Both her parents, Alan and Debra Abbott had been Hufflepuffs. There was talk that they were distantly related to Ophelia Hufflepuff, Helga's niece, way back when and it was a lasting tradition in their family, one which taken very seriously.

What if I'm put somewhere else? I wouldn't fit with Gryffindor; you have to be so brave to be there! I'm clever but I don't think I could feel at home with Ravenclaw and Slytherins would eat me alive. I just want a family. Just like I have at home…

Hannah was only vaguely aware that Professor McGonagall had left when the whispering broke out. She looked ahead for an instant and did a double take when she thought she spotted a lightning bolt scar on the boy in front of her.

"I forgot Harry Potter was going to be with us this year," Leanne murmured beside her, having noticed as well. "How cool is that?"

Hannah nodded but thought back to what her Mum had told her about the Potter boy. "He's just another new student Hannah," Debra insisted, not unkindly. "Just treat him like you would normally. That poor boy, he's probably sick to death of people staring. Hogwarts should be a sanctuary away from that."

She was just wondering which house he would be put in (having defeated the Dark Lord, she imagined Gryffindor) when something cold and wet dragged across her toes. She gave a little squeal and shook whatever it was off her foot before crouching to investigate.

It was a toad. A fat little black and brown creature that looked up at her with what she swore was a sort of lost gaze. It clicked in her mind as she scooped him up. "Trevor?" she asked, curiously. It didn't respond of course but she knew that toads were uncommon pets to have.

"Where's that boy who was looking for his familiar?" she asked Leanne who shrugged and gestured to her left.

"I think he's looking over there." She offered. "But hurry up, McGonagall will be back soon."

Hannah pushed through the crowd, accidentally bumping into a pale haired boy she knew as a Malfoy. "Watch where you're going, Abbott!" he snapped, loudly. Of course he knew her since her father worked in the Ministry with his and the Malfoys valued blood status over all else. Though diluted somewhat, Abbotts were pure.

Hannah recoiled and hurried away to where the boy from the train was searching under a tapestry with a look of misery on his face.

"Erm, excuse me?" she called and he scrambled upwards, awkwardly. He's much taller standing, she noted absently as she held out the toad.

"Trevor!" he called, happily and snatched him carefully. "Thanks for finding him!"

"No problem." Hannah replied, smiling.

She desperately wanted to ask his name but McGonagall had appeared at the front of the crowd and so Hannah waved a small goodbye. "Good luck," she whispered as she made her way back to Leanne.

McGonagall was ordering the ghosts about when she arrived back in her spot. "Now, form a line." She ordered, firmly. "And follow me."

Hannah somehow wound up behind a redheaded boy that she realised was a Weasley and Harry Potter as they walked into the Great Hall for the first time.

It was magnificent. There were four long tables The ceiling was lit by tens of thousands of candles as they hovered beneath the starry sky. Hannah was about to ask if there was a ceiling at all when she heard a bushy haired girl toward the front whispering "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts, a History."

Hannah had grown up with bedtime stories about the marvels of Hogwarts but she'd never imagined how splendid it would be to finally walk through its halls. And there, she saw, quivering with excitement, there was the Sorting Hat, which looked a little worn but unmistakeable as it suddenly burst into song from a rip in the brim. Stories of the singing Hogwarts pointed hat had put Hannah into a dream filled sleep for years but to actually hear it, speaking of all the houses was simply incredible:

"…You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends…"

When the song had finished, the whole Hall burst into applause that sounded deafening to her. As Professor McGonagall stepped forward holding a long scroll, Hannah took a deep breath and let it out shakily. Daddy had warned her that Abbotts were always called first but when her name finally came, she found herself totally unprepared.

"Abott, Hannah!"

Hannah staggered out of the formation and made her way down the aisle shakily. Don't trip, don't trip, don't trip. She told herself, panicked.

Finally, she took her seat on the stool and the musky hat fell over her eyes, covering the whole Hall from view.

Ah, right then…let's get started… The hat's voice made her want to shriek as it echoed in her head but Mum had told her that it was all fine: the Hat simply needed to poke around to find where to put you.

Well you already know where you're going don't you? It said, its tone somewhat amused. Such a kind soul, where else but "HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the Hat.

The whole suddenly appeared again and Hannah went to the yellow and black Hufflepuff table, who smiled and hi-fived her as she sat down near the end. The Fat Friar ghost waved to her and she smiled back timidly.

"Good to see we got the first new student for once!" said an older student wearing a badge. The table nodded and laughed in agreement.

'Bones, Susan' came to sit with her next and the dark haired girl looked ecstatic to see someone else to sit with. "Hi, I'm Susan," She introduced, smiling.

"Hannah." She replied as the Sorting continued.

The list went on and on and in the end, 'Jones, Thomas', 'MacMillan, Ernie', 'Finch-Fletchley, Justin' and 'Smith, Zacharias' along with 14 other boys became the new Hufflepuff First Year boys.

Hannah, Susan, Leanne, Marilyn Harris and another twelve girls became the new Hufflepuff girls and Hannah was eagerly watching the line for more new friends.

When the boy from the train was called, Hannah automatically engraved the name into her head. Neville Longbottom.

She squeezed her eyes shut and hoped he'd be in Hufflepuff with her but he went to Gryffindor along with the bushy haired girl, 'Granger, Hermione', and she had to hold in a small giggle as he ran off with the hat still on his head.

After 'Perks, Sally-Anne' was called to Hufflepuff, the next name made the entire hall quieten.

"Potter, Harry!"

Hufflepuff descended into whispers but at least they were quieter than Slytherin and Gryffindor who were blatantly chattering away amongst themselves. Hannah swore she saw money changing hands at the red-robed table and the hat stayed on Harry's head for almost four minutes when it finally screamed "GRYFFINDOR!"

The table cheered uproariously and Slytherin looked extremely put out while two redheaded boys stood and begin calling "We got Potter! We got Potter!"

Hannah's eyes studied the tables eagerly as she took in her new cohort and she closely examined the Gryffindor table as they were said to be the most amicable table with Hufflepuff according to her older cousins who were both in Hufflepuff a few years ago.

Her eyes kept honing in on the floppy haired Neville, who looked pleased with his new house as she did hers. She berated herself silently, looking away. It's just a silly crush, she told herself. It'll go away with time.