Right, so, I was a little reluctant to post this as it is a little confusing, however, it'll make sense in due time (assuming I post other stories ;x). Though, I'm sure you'll be able to understand what's going on by who I mention. Do enjoy. (:

Disclaimer: I don't own any Harry Potter characters and anything in that world. I do, however, own Pandora, Hayley and her mum.


"Pandora Jones!"

As her name was called, the small, blonde first year moved confidently through the other young kids of her age, careful not to step on anyone's feet, or push into them too hard. Her confidence soon deteriorated as she came to the stage, grey eyes narrowing onto the hold hat in Professor McGonagall's hands. She moved forward and sat on the stool, tensing up as she saw all of the eyes focused on her, but immediately relaxed as the hat was placed on her head, over her eyes.

"Well, well, well..." Spoke an old voice. "A Black."

"Er... Please cut the crap, old man. I'm here to be sorted, and I'm a bit hungry." Spoke Pandora in an annoyed voice, though, it still weirded her out a little, taking very little notice at what he had called her. An old hat to sort them... What was with that? She seemed to have missed that. A Black? Wait. Did he just call her a Black? A Black what?

"You're definitely like your mother, Miss. Jones. But then there's the Slytherin in you... Like I've said to the oth-"

The hat began to speak once more, but he was, of course, cut off by the very confused, and indeed curious young girl. "A Black? What are you talking about? And Slytherin? You're making no sense. I am not aware of any Slytherin blood flowing through my veins."

"You don't think so, Miss Jones. However, Hayley was perfect for Gryffindor, you remind me of her... Independent such as yourself, but her own mother was Slytherin... Your father, on the other hand, was a Black sheep in his family... Was a Slytherin sorted into Gryffindor. You'd do okay in Slytherin, maybe well in Ravenclaw, and a bit too fiesty for Hufflepuff... But no." The hat then grew completely quiet for a moment, then chuckled.

Pandora, still curious and confused, kept up the questions. "Merlin, you're a stubborn old hat. Black sheep? You're not making any sense. And you know who my father is? I wish mother would be nice enough to stop being all secretive about him." The young girl took a deep breath. "Who is he? Wait! You're not sorting me into Slyth-"

"Gryffindor!" The hat suddenly shouted. Before Pandora knew it, the hat was taken off of her head, and she was told to move to the table the rest of her house was seated at, everyone clapping happily. She reluctantly moved down there, frowning at receiving no answers to her numerous questions.

Walking along the table, her hazel-grey eyes locked with the emerald green of Harry Potter, who smiled, but she shook her head, continuing on to sit at the end with a few people she had met earlier on her trip into the castle.


So that's it. Sadly, I don't own this 'Black Sheep' the hat speaks of. ;)

Reviews would be nice.