1. Bellatrix
Disclaimer: Fred is dead. So obviously Harry Potter belongs to JK and not me.
Italics are the sorting hat.
A raggedy old hat sits atop a worn looking old stool. Bellatrix purses her lips in disappointment. She had expected something more. More than a pathetic old hat. But the headmaster, a useless old muggle loving fool, could not be expected to do much more than that. She stamps her foot impatiently and waits for the sorting to begin. She's hungry and doesn't want to be standing here all night. No wonder her Aunt Walburga said that this school had gone to the dogs.
Bellatrix looks to her right and sees several boys, all much taller than her. She thinks she may recognize one or two from family gatherings but she can't be sure. Maybe the tallest one, called Rosier by one of his friends. Finally it seems like something's happening. Everyone in the hall has shut up and are all gazing up at the Sorting Hat, as if they expect it to spontaneously combust. And then it opens its mouth. Hats aren't supposed to have mouths. But then again it has to say what house you're in somehow. All though in her case it's almost pointless. She's a Black after all. And every Black (as far as she can remember) has been in Slytherin. She's not likely to be placed anywhere else. But then a shrill note interrupts her train of thought. The hat is singing! How ridiculous is that. Hats shouldn't sing. Even magical ones. If her Aunt Walburga were hear she would be saying how improper this was. Of course her Aunt Walburga finds everything improper.
But now the hat is singing about the houses. Any ninny knows what the four houses are. Except for mudbloods but they don't even deserve to be at Hogwarts in the first place. And honestly. The way it's describing the houses you would think that Gryffindors were something more than blood traitors and mudbloods. Or that Hufflepuffs weren't useless scum that didn't fit in anywhere else. The stupidity of the song makes her want to roll her eyes. Which she does much to the amusement of the boys next to her. They must find it as idiotic as she does. Of course the song still hasn't ended and it seems as if they've been listening for hours. Bellatrix stomps her foot impatiently and she catches the eye of one of the teachers sitting at the big table behind the stool. He laughs. How dare he laugh at her! Doesn't he know who she is? She's a Black after all. And a pure-blood. Practically royalty in the wizarding world.
Finally the song ends but then everyone begins to applaud it. Honestly what are they applauding? That was the biggest load of dung Bellatrix had ever heard. Once the applauses dies down (which seems to take several minutes) the tall, snooty looking teacher begins to call out names. Alphabetically by last name. She's very grateful both her first and last name begins with a B because it means she won't have to wait as long as anyone with the misfortune of having a last name beginning with W or Z. But it seems like this year there is an abundance of people whose names begin with A or Ba, Be and so on. It's going to take forever to get to her which is completley ridiculous. She shouldn't even have to be sorted. Just put her in Slytherin after all and get it over with.
After what seems like hours the teacher calls her name with a smirk on her face. She must know what being a Black means and finds the idea of sorting her as ridiculous as she does. Walking faster than she should have perhaps she reaches the stool and plops down on it. Seconds later she feels the hat being lowered over her ears.
"Aaah another Black. Not surprising. But where to put you?"
Slytherin obviously you dumb rag, she thinks.
"Feisty and cunning. And ambitious of course. As well as desire to prove yourself."
Bellatrix rolls her eyes again. The hat is mocking her. It should sort her already. Doesn't it know who she is and how it's making her look? It should have called out Slytherin before it even touched her head!
Finally "SLYTHERIN" rings out across the hall and Slytherin in table claps louder than it did for the person before her. She stands up in a refined manner and pulls the hat off her head, dropping it onto the floor. Accidentally of course. She smiles in a slightly maniacal fashion as she looks back over her shoulder to see the professor who had been calling out the names dusting the hat off, an expression of annoyance and something else she can't be sure of on her face. Stupid hat. It shouldn't have mocked her.
Okay Bellatrix isn't quiet as evil or nutty in this because it was Voldemort and Azkaban that made her that way. And right now she probably hasn't heard of him because he's still off "becoming" Voldemort. But anyway Andromeda is next. Oh and reviews make me happy. :)