A young, lanky red head stood at the back of a pack of nervous first years. Only a few of them spoke; most didn't know each other, some had never entered this world before. Ronald Weasley was calm and patient, he had grown up in this wizarding world, so wasn't surprised by the floating candles above.

The great hall had been excellently decorated for the first feast; four long tables filled the room, with a large table facing the little faces. Everyone stared at the first years as they walked down the aisle, following an old woman, who looked like a mother hen type. A thunderous silence fell upon the hall, as a long bearded, kind-looking man stood up.

'Welcome, young wizards and witches, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Let the sorting begin,'

A saggy hat jumped into life, making most of the first years gasp. The old woman, who had stated her name as Professor McGonagall, started reading a list of names; each pupil read out would sit under this hat and have a house called out. Pupils on the four tables whispered to each other while the sorting was happening, and cheered when a first year was sorted into their house, but when the next name was called out. Silence.

'Potter, Harry,' everyone started, looking for the famous scar. Ron was the only one not staring, he really didn't care. A few moments later a house was called.

'Gryffindor,' shouted the hat, all Gryffindors rose out of their seats and cheered. Harry blushed and sat down. A few names later, and a name that Ron knew of, like many other pure-bloods did too.

'Malfoy, Draco,' Ron thought this sorting would take seconds, but didn't. The hat seemed to choosing between two houses, before it finally announced...

'Slytherin,' like when Harry had been sorted, every Slytherin rose and cheered; Malfoy was where he belonged.

After what seemed like a life time, Ron's name was called.

'Weasley, Ron,' two pupils rose and cheered, his older twin brothers Fred and George.

'Hey Ron, Gryffindor yeah,' yelled one of the two, Ron had never got the knack of telling them apart. Ron didn't know if he really belonged besides his brothers, so just shrugged.

'Course you're gonna get sorta here, you're a Weasley,' the other one smirked.

'You're not smart and not anything else. And hey, you're a Weasley, as if you're gonna get put in with the snakes,' they shouted in unison; he had mentioned Ravenclaw and Huffelpuff but a nagging bit in the back of Ron's brain, knew that there was a chance he could get put in any house, even Slytherin. He had a secret, which only his three oldest, favourite most trusted brothers and his beloved Mum knew of.

Ron calmly walked up to the stool and sat down.

'Hmmm, another Weasley, not like the others though' the Hat spoke in Ron's head. He mentally agreed.

'Not a Huffelpuff or Ravenclaw,' Again Ron agreed, he was smart-ish but wasn't a nerd, and he did fit in somewhere else.

'I think I would like to sort you into Slytherin, you have a great magical power, and will go far if placed there. I do not believe if you are placed in Gryffindor that you will do as well if put in Slytherin. But if you wished to be placed in Gryffindor, like the rest of your family I can make that happen,' Ron didn't know, his family would look down on him if he was placed in Slytherin, well maybe not Will, Charlie or Percy, they had told him they didn't mind where he was placed. Ron knew his Dad, Ginny and older twin brothers would care, but would try to hide their disappointment, except Fred and George; they would make their feelings known to the world, plus they would probably disown him, as soon as they could. This hurt Ron; he wanted to be loved by all his family, even the twins. Ron's Mum had told him she didn't care who his friends were, what he did or where he was sorted; she would always love him. Ron knew she was telling the truth, all his family knew he was her favourite son, even though she denied it and said she loved all her children the same. His future or family? Ron made up his mind.

'Slytherin,' bellowed the hat.


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