The Hat Said, 'Gryffindor'
lone astronomer
Disclaimer: Dumbledore, Sirius, James, Remus, Peter, the Sorting Hat and Hogwarts all belong to J. K. Rowling.
Summary: How would the Hat have dealt with Sorting Peter? A story in poem form.
Author's note: The poem is sort of bad, but I've had writer's block of late and can barely string non-rhyming sentences together. I can't do any other writing till the rest is out of my head! And I apologize… reviews give me creative ideas…
The Hat Said, 'Gryffindor'
He came upon a Hogwarts
But once upon a time.
He Sorted children one by one,
He only spoke in rhyme.
One day a boy sat down to him
The Hat just couldn't sort:
Was the child of noble blood?
Did he belong with Voldemort?
The Hat whispered in a rush,
"Peter, I'm afraid to say,
I don't know what to do with you,
I don't know where you'll stay.
"Not brainy, like a Ravenclaw,
Nor cunning Slytherin,
Or hardworking Hufflepuff,
Boy, where do you fit in?
"I shan't put you in Gryffindor,
For brave of heart you're surely not.
You don't belong in Ravenclaw…
My, my, I'm in a spot!
"For Slytherin, a pureblood-
They'd really send you running.
I wouldn't dare to put you there;
You're certainly not cunning.
"And also not in Gryffindor
For those of daring nerve;
To have a coward in that House
Would throw Dumbledore quite a curve.
"And Ravenclaw, so wise and witty
They would find
you a failure.I cannot- will not- put you there
Perhaps the last house will be safer.
"But alas, in simple Hufflepuff,
They are unafraid of toil-
And you, boy, you have idle hands-
You're not true, or just, or loyal!"
The Hat was silent for a while,
Then he began to see,
Perhaps he'd let the boy decide;
Where did he want to be?
Little Peter thought a bit,
Then, finally, he knew:
'If I cannot make up my mind,
I'll do what James would do!'
Sirius, and Remus, too,
Had already been Sorted;
Peter merely thought his choice,
The Sorting Hat contorted.
It's brim opened up again
And it began to shout.
From a table quite close by
Many voices did ring out.
Peter, thus, took off the Hat
He went to join his friends,
And didn't know the Sorting Hat
Shows beginnings of lives, and ends.
The next in line put on the cap;
The Sorting Hat, it froze-
'By Merlin's beard, that last was wrong
But I know where this one goes!
'It's all my fault, the end for James
Is really not so far,'
And all because one thing went wrong-
The Hat said, 'Gryffindor.'