DISCLAMER: You already know what im going to say so, why bother? JK Rowling owns everything…I own nothing….*cries*
The Sorting Hat's Misery
They assume, when I'm left here in Dumbledore's office for 364 days a year, all I'm doing is devising a new song for the welcoming feast. Ha! They are wrong. Very wrong. One trivial poem takes little time to form in my apt mind.
I sometimes despise Godric for doing this to me, cursing me this way. Giving me intelligence superior to any human, then using me to sort first years into houses. It is an insult that offends me in more than one way. It is I who is forced to divide them, segregating them from friends and family. It is I putting up these invisible barriers, which once erected are virtually unbreakable. It is I, only I who realises the devastation this separation causes.
None of them can see what I can. None of them can see the pain and torture they are inflicting upon themselves, as they try to 'do the right thing'. Not one, adult or child alike took my last warning seriously. To them I am just trivial, an entertainment before the feast, to be ignored or ridiculed. Another of those things they have assumed, and another assumption that is totally wrong.
When I was given this life (if you can call it that) I was connected to the school, and I am bound to serve and protect her as if she were my own offspring. Forever. There will be no "when Hogwarts has fallen" (which, in time she undoubtedly will) for me. When Hogwarts falls, I go down with her, like the captain of a sinking ship, on the merciless ocean.
Salazar's dislike for muggle-borns was not the only reason he departed...no that was only minor compared to the damage Godric caused by creating me. I was the reason war broke out between the founders. Best friends became worst ememies. Affection became hostility. Rowena agreed with Salazar, she wanted me to be distroyed and forgotten. Helga, however thought that I had been a good idea, and stood by Godric. So not only the friendship of Gryffindor and Slytherin waned, but Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw also.
Their animosity spread to their students, who now turned on those who they had thought to be friends, arguing the point of view of their house. They did not know how dramatically this was going to affect the students of generations to come.
The day Salazar left, the isolation of the houses was completed. The barriers are still there today. It was Godric's stubborn attitude to destroying me that caused Salazar to leave. He believed that I meant more to Godric than he did. Another thing that only I could see. If only Godric had shelved his pride for friendship, If only the gap between the houses had never been formed.
If only. Oh yes, i have far too many 'if onlys' plaguing me to count. They circle the murky depths of my mind and surface like fish coming up for air. If only Sirius Black had not sacrificed his position as Secret Keeper to Peter Pettigrew, there would be three more people alive today, and an ordinary boy with his parent and godfather. These people, however, may have been living under the rule of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and those particular people may have preferred death to such a fate.
So next time you are called into Dumbledore's office, and see me laying dirty and limp on a shelf, don't think I am just a hat only fit for the simple task of quartering eleven year olds. I am one of the most important allies you will ever have. If only Headmaster Dippet had realised, and had believed what I told him of Tom Marvolo Riddle.....
~*FIN*~
A/N: This is mt first fanfic..please be nice to me and R&R. I guess flames are accepted too...
They assume, when I'm left here in Dumbledore's office for 364 days a year, all I'm doing is devising a new song for the welcoming feast. Ha! They are wrong. Very wrong. One trivial poem takes little time to form in my apt mind.
I sometimes despise Godric for doing this to me, cursing me this way. Giving me intelligence superior to any human, then using me to sort first years into houses. It is an insult that offends me in more than one way. It is I who is forced to divide them, segregating them from friends and family. It is I putting up these invisible barriers, which once erected are virtually unbreakable. It is I, only I who realises the devastation this separation causes.
None of them can see what I can. None of them can see the pain and torture they are inflicting upon themselves, as they try to 'do the right thing'. Not one, adult or child alike took my last warning seriously. To them I am just trivial, an entertainment before the feast, to be ignored or ridiculed. Another of those things they have assumed, and another assumption that is totally wrong.
When I was given this life (if you can call it that) I was connected to the school, and I am bound to serve and protect her as if she were my own offspring. Forever. There will be no "when Hogwarts has fallen" (which, in time she undoubtedly will) for me. When Hogwarts falls, I go down with her, like the captain of a sinking ship, on the merciless ocean.
Salazar's dislike for muggle-borns was not the only reason he departed...no that was only minor compared to the damage Godric caused by creating me. I was the reason war broke out between the founders. Best friends became worst ememies. Affection became hostility. Rowena agreed with Salazar, she wanted me to be distroyed and forgotten. Helga, however thought that I had been a good idea, and stood by Godric. So not only the friendship of Gryffindor and Slytherin waned, but Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw also.
Their animosity spread to their students, who now turned on those who they had thought to be friends, arguing the point of view of their house. They did not know how dramatically this was going to affect the students of generations to come.
The day Salazar left, the isolation of the houses was completed. The barriers are still there today. It was Godric's stubborn attitude to destroying me that caused Salazar to leave. He believed that I meant more to Godric than he did. Another thing that only I could see. If only Godric had shelved his pride for friendship, If only the gap between the houses had never been formed.
If only. Oh yes, i have far too many 'if onlys' plaguing me to count. They circle the murky depths of my mind and surface like fish coming up for air. If only Sirius Black had not sacrificed his position as Secret Keeper to Peter Pettigrew, there would be three more people alive today, and an ordinary boy with his parent and godfather. These people, however, may have been living under the rule of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and those particular people may have preferred death to such a fate.
So next time you are called into Dumbledore's office, and see me laying dirty and limp on a shelf, don't think I am just a hat only fit for the simple task of quartering eleven year olds. I am one of the most important allies you will ever have. If only Headmaster Dippet had realised, and had believed what I told him of Tom Marvolo Riddle.....
A/N: This is mt first fanfic..please be nice to me and R&R. I guess flames are accepted too...