Ringo had decided last year that he really was not destined to be in his chosen house. It was towards the end of the term. The night Professor Dumbledore had been killed. He had been prepared to fight. He had been tailing Potter and his lot days earlier.
It was near the night the Death Eaters had entered. He was more than prepared to go out and fight him. He had confronted a witch by the name of Nymphadora Tonks days earlier and she had confided in him. He recognized her from somewhere. She was a self proclaimed member of the Order of the Phoenix. However, he wasn't quite sold on that at first (his father was a member of the ministry and assured him Dumbledore had vastly overestimated the power of You-know-who). However after having a long talk with this Tonks person, he was convinced it was worth investigating. He tailed Potter and found out that some Slytherin in his year was apparently up to something involving the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself. He had heard him and Granger talking about various things and he added the information he collected there to what Tonks told him about the extra security needed two nights from now he knew something big was going to happen. He decided he'd be ready.
The day had come. He had told his friends of his discovery but they had simply laughed and continued with their breakfast. That night he tried to convince anyone to accompany him, but nobody would take him seriously. He considered confronting Harry but he felt that was far too risky. What if he was wrong? What if the 'chosen one' didn't even believe him, and what would Ginny think? Why did he care what Ginny would think? He couldn't get her out of his mind. He remembered that day, that extraordinary day when he arrived at the only place he had ever called home. What had the Sorting hat said to him? He remembered word for word.
"Hmm, could be Gryffindor. Oh wait, maybe Ravenclaw, tough choice. I sense an immense amount of intuition and skill in you. Which would you prefer? Well yes, you're right, good point. Gryffindor pupils are usually quite brave.
RAVENCLAW!"
He decided to ignore it and eat breakfast with his friends as if nothing had happened. He couldn't sleep that night. Instead he sat in the common room drinking butterbeer alone and considering investigating. Just when he decided it was a good decision he drifted off into a sleep with the Sorting hat's words floating around in his brain.
"...You're right, good point. Gryffindor pupils are usually quite brave.
RAVENCLAW!"