Another Sorting Song
by Zero Star
This is the sorting song for my fan fic: Harry Potter and the Darkest Night.
I dreaded writing it, but it was more fun than I thought.
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Long ago, but not far away,
Just a newly made hat, I lay.
Unaware of the destiny that
Gryffindor had in mind for me.
I am sure we share a similar tie.
Now it is in me your fate will lie.
I shall put you were you need to be,
To follow your own destiny!
Gryffindor was a man of heroic deed,
Perhaps he's in your family tree.
If you are just and brave and true,
Then Gryffindor's for you.
Hufflepuff was a gentle soul.
In her gardens she often did stroll.
If you enjoy flora and toil,
In this group you will never spoil.
Ravenclaw now she was very well read.
Her books were her water and bread.
If your strength is in your head,
Her house is where you'll find your bed.
Slytherin was a spooky old man,
But his wisdom he did greatly expand.
If you are cunning clever and shrewd,
Then here you will find a familiar brood.
So place me on your little head
Even though your heart may fill with dread,
I will put you were you most belong,
In the arms of a welcoming throng.
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10-28-02
by Zero Star
This is the sorting song for my fan fic: Harry Potter and the Darkest Night.
I dreaded writing it, but it was more fun than I thought.
-----------
Long ago, but not far away,
Just a newly made hat, I lay.
Unaware of the destiny that
Gryffindor had in mind for me.
I am sure we share a similar tie.
Now it is in me your fate will lie.
I shall put you were you need to be,
To follow your own destiny!
Gryffindor was a man of heroic deed,
Perhaps he's in your family tree.
If you are just and brave and true,
Then Gryffindor's for you.
Hufflepuff was a gentle soul.
In her gardens she often did stroll.
If you enjoy flora and toil,
In this group you will never spoil.
Ravenclaw now she was very well read.
Her books were her water and bread.
If your strength is in your head,
Her house is where you'll find your bed.
Slytherin was a spooky old man,
But his wisdom he did greatly expand.
If you are cunning clever and shrewd,
Then here you will find a familiar brood.
So place me on your little head
Even though your heart may fill with dread,
I will put you were you most belong,
In the arms of a welcoming throng.
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10-28-02