Written for the Drama Assessment #1 of the Fanfiction School of Imagination and Creativity Competitin (write a monologue).
I have always wondered why the Sorting Hat put me in Gryffindor. I never felt that brave. I felt like I didn't belong with the other Gryffindors. There were so many moments of doubt. Moments when I thought the Sorting Hat was wrong. But none of those matter. The only moment that matters is the one when I realized it was right.
In my first year I was too happy to wonder much about why I was in the house I was. I could only think of how proud my family would be. Of course I compared myself to the other Gryffindors, the way they looked so carefree all the time, so unlike me. But I was happy to be one of them, even if I wasn't like them.
In my second year I thought my sorting must have been a mistake. I was too scared to be a Gryffindor. Ron and Harry were Gryffindors, they saved the school, and Ron's sister. But I just followed orders and hid from danger.
Third year was the same. I was afraid of Sirius Black. And I was the reason he could get into the Gryffindor tower which made my fear even worse. No one else would have let him get the passwords.
Fourth year it was less fear and more thinking. I knew that even if I were old enough I wouldn't have put my name in that goblet, unlike every other Gryffindor. I tried to find things that we had in common. Something that would tell me why I was one of them.
Fifth year was a turning point. It was it was fifth year that I realized that I had to be a Gryffindor for a reason. If all I expected from my life was failure then that was all I'd get. I had to try harder. Sometime there would be people depending on me. Harry couldn't fight You-Know-Who alone. Why shouldn't I be there to help him?
That was what I lived for through sixth year, to be able to do something, anything to help. I tried harder in classes and I got better. It was amazing what a change of mind did for me. I missed the D.A. meetings, they had helped me more than anything, but I practiced on my own and it got to the point that I was actually not bad.
Seventh year my work payed off. I had never known what it felt like to have so many people relying on me. I had never been a leader before. I was terrified, but I made sure not to show it. People needed me.
But standing here now I realize what I never quite have before, I really am a Gryffindor. The battle is hard, but I stand up for my side, for Harry, for what is right. That is harder. I am scared, but I am a Gryffindor for a reason. The Sorting Hat saw some deep part of my heart that I didn't know of until this moment. That is who I truly am.