It was an early morning of September, Ron was looking at his Prefect badge, Hermione was reading a book, Hogwarts the History, to be exact and Harry was polishing his Firebolt. It was a normal perfect Saturday, or so they thought. That is untill Pro. McGonagal walked through the portrait hole.
"Excuse me," Pro. McGonagall said to the Gryffindor Common Room, "But it seems that in the first time since it has been created, the sorting hat has made a mistake." The common room was in an uproar.
"But what does this have to do with us?" Ron asked.
"I'm afraid everything Mr. Weasley. You see, the Sorting Hat made a mistake with you. You were supposed to be in Slytherin."
"WHAT!" Ron shouted, if the common room was loud before, it was nothing compared to now. "You've got to be kidding me!"
"I'm afraid not Mr. Weasley. Now pack your things and you'll be moving in, in a hour. Thank you and good day." She may have sounded like her normal self, but deep inside, she was hurting.
Hermione looked around, wiping tears from her eyes. "But, but, you can't move. Your a Weasley. You belong in Gryffindor." Harry had to agree with Hermione on this one.
"Yea, but how am I supposed to stop it!." Ron said, burning with rage. He sat hurried upstairs to his dorm, which had been his for five, almost six, long years. "Stupid hat. Slytherin, Tsk. Draco. Prefect. Hermione, Harry. Slytherins." He mumbled to himself. Thoughts of his first five years ran through his head.
Harry left his broom laying on the floor and went to talk to Ron. "I don't know this happend. I mean who would have thought you, a Weasley, in Slytherin?" Ron muttered something under his breath, which sounded like, "It's a stupid hat..." "Well the least I could do is help you get packed, I guess." He began tossing clothes to Ron, trying not to talk to much, "At least we'll still be in the same classes, and you um, could still get in our common room."
:Meanwhile, in the Slytherin Common Room:
Pro. Snape had just told his student's what had happened, "HIM! HERE! THAT GIT IN SLYTHERIN?" That of course came from the mouth of blonde haired Mr. Malfoy. "Yes, I'm afraid so Mr. Malfoy." Snape called out over the roaring voices of Slytherins.
"I always knew a hat created by a Gryffindor, was no good at all!" Kate, a fith year Slytherin cried out.
"I know! To think a mud-blood lover here!" Chelsea, also another fith year agreed, "No good will come out of it!"
"How gross! It's sickening!" Pansy shouted.
A few of the Slytherins, including Kate, Chelsea, and Draco walked over to a corner to try to figure out ways to torture Ron. "I say we ignore him completely." Kate said.
"That's so lame Kate. Think worse." Chelsea rolled her eyes. "Get creative."
"I've got it!" Draco's face lit up, "we break his wand. There's no way he can get a new one." Draco laughed. "Kate all you have to do is trip over it, and 'accidently' break it. I mean your so graceful and all."
Kate looked at him, "Whatever, I can be graceful, its just more intresting to not be. And besides, if I trip on it, how can I break it? Unless I step on it, when its in a weird position. And," She added, "Somebody has to push him so his wand will end up on the floor." She paused for a breath. "but I'll do it."
Chelsea looked up and smiled, "Good. Do it this afternoon when he gets here, but we'll be nice to him untill then. Agreed?" "Agreed." They replied in unision.