Secrets of a Hat

Lily had been called to the head mistresses' office again. Not that she didn't know what it was for. Oh no she knew that conjuring that snapping turtle and leaving it in the Ravenclaw boy's dormitory was wrong. But she had to have her fun, especially now that it was her seventh year at Hogwarts.

"Lily dear, do you know why you're here?" Professor McGonagall said.

"No". Lily put on her most innocent face including her puppy dog eyes.

"Lily," professor McGonagall's voice was stern.

The door to the headmistress's office flew open, and Professor Longbottom burst through the door.

"Peeves!" he scream gasped. "He's done it again"

Professor McGonagall sighed and followed Neville quickly out the door.

"Nice try Lily, you wait here." She said when she realized Lily was following her out the door.

"Hmmmm." Lily grunted as she slumped down into a chair.

After ten minutes Lily began to get tiresome, so she got up and walked around the office, opening cabinets and looking through drawers. She was going through professor McGonagall desk drawer when she heard a voice.

"And just what do you think you are doing?"

The voice came from a shelf on the opposite side of the room.

Lily looked up to see the sorting hat.

"You know there are personal items in this room."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Lily said. "Why are any of them yours," she joked.

"Yes, and you are not to go surfing through my memories." Lily gave him a puzzled look. "What you think hats can't have memories. Oh no, I have plenty of memories, and interesting ones at that."

Lily opened a giant cabinet and found herself in front of pensive and a large amount of memories.

She ruffled through them until she saw a bottle marked 'sortings'. Carefully she dumped the contents into the pensive, waved goodbye at the sorting hat, and plunged her head into it.

What she saw made her gasp.

It was herself on her first day at school. She was waiting in line to be sorted along with all of her other classmates.

"Lily Potter," Professor Longbottom called. Lily watched herself run up to sit on the stool, and then everything went dark.

Hat: Ahhh this one is a fiery girl with lots of spirit!

Lily: I am not!

Hat: I remember your mother; you are a lot like her.

Lily: Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

Hat: It depends on how you look at it, now where to put you.

Lily: Gryffindor of course.

Hat: Why would that be? And aren't I the one who is supposed to be sorting you.

Lily: Well dad says that I can be sorted into Gryffindor if I want to be!

Hat: Hush, but you have a talent for learning and very deep loyalty.

Lily: I am a Gryffindor, now what do you want me to do to prove it?

Hat: No dear, I think I decided. Better be GRYFINDOR!

Lily then watched herself as she went to sit among the Gryffindor. Then everything went black.