We were writing all sorts of poems in my English class last semester, so naturally all my poems were Potter related (much to the pleasure sarcasm of my teacher.) And we were writing ballads, and I felt my ballad was a bit hard to understand because I did my ballad on the Sorting Hat, but I wrote a story to help explain and go into more detail of the Hat's history. But my Teacher would not let me read the story as a companion to my actual poem. Blah. Oh, and it gets a bit rushed toward the end because I had the brilliant idea for the story so I wrote it down as quickly as I could so as to not forget the basic outline.
The Story of the Sorting Hat
The Sorting hat was not always at Hogwarts. He once sat in a shop. A dark, sad, dreary shop. He waited and waited for years. Then one day, a small boy walked into the shop. This boy's name was Godric, and he collected hats. Godric, for some reason, was attracted very much to the mopey looking hat that sat on the shelf at the back of the store. He bought the hat and put it on his head. This made the hat very happy. See, the hat loved to be put on heads. He was as in love with heads, as Godric was in love with hats! Only when the hat was this happy, did he sing. So, once Godric put him on his head, the hat began to sing. Godric was so surprised that he accidentally knocked the hat off. Realizing his mistake, he set the hat back on his head. The hat began to sing. Godric then wondered if this hat could talk. "Can you talk?" he asked the hat. But there was no response. The hat could only sing. Over the years, Godric wore the hat happily but wished it could talk, for it became his only friend as he was bullied while growing up. He promised the hat that once he learned enough magic, he would use a spell to allow the hat to talk. Years and Years passed... The hat continued to sing to Godric, only sing. Godric had tried hundreds and hundreds of spells. Thousands! But there had been no luck. He was an adult now, and as lonely as ever. His only friend the hat, and eventually a girl named Rowena. One day, Rowena introduced Godric to Salazar and Helga. Together they became great friends. Thirsting for knowledge, they taught each other everything they knew. Godric was now able to invent new spells. The first spell he ever made was to help his hat. Around this same time, the friends decided to open a school to teach young wizards and witches. After putting the spell on his beloved hat, The Hat and Godric would have endless conversations. And that is how the Sorting Hat came to be.
End.
I really would like to make this into a full length story; I am jut unsure if I would ever finish it. I have a tendency to leave some all of my stories unfinished. And I would be extremely disappointed in myself If I started this one, and never finished.