How did he/she feel? What did the hat whisper in his/her ear? Did he/she almost end up in another house? The possibilties are endless.
The more obscure the character the better. Although, if you want to write about a more common character such as Hermione and do a good job, you won't be marked down for it.
Normal HEX rules apply.
No word limit, whatever length you think is suitable for telling your story is fine by me.
You will be assessed on creativity and use of language.
Spelling and grammar should be of a good standard, but you won't be marked down if you misspell a word.
He snuck a peek at the worn photograph. It was a copy of the original, but it was starting to become tattered, and there were creases in that no amount of smoothing would help. He'd have to send an owl to get another. His mum, her dark hair pulled into a ponytail, winked at the camera and laughed. Her curly haired husband stood close by her, holding a baby and bouncing the little one slightly. A small smile crept onto the boy's face, softly tracing the outline of his younger self.
I wonder...I wonder what they would think of me now.
Shame crept into his small frame. It's not like they are dead. ...They might as well be. He bit his lip, trying not to cry. He straightened his frame. He was the head of the family now. He needed to be strong.
Merlin, I hope I'm in Gryffindor. I don't think Gran could take any more disappointment. He felt another wave of shame curl to his toes. He wondered what would have happened if he were a squib. Maybe it would have been easier, for everyone. I mean, it wouldn't be my fault if I were a squib. Now, I'll just let everyone down.
The letters were slowly creeping by, but it was already at Hopkins, Wayne, and he was sorted into Hufflepuff. He was nudged sharply by a platinum blond boy that reeked of money and old blood status. He shrugged and shuffled forward, he was next.
He walked carefully, to ensure that he would not slip. It was something that would happen to him.
"LONGBOTTOM, NEVILLE." The severe looking woman spoke in an authoritative voice. I hope I don't have her as a Head of House, she's scary.
He sat uncomfortably on the chair, watching the sea of faces staring at him. He was very nervous, and VERY uncomfortable. He just wished the hat would spit out a name, and have it over with.
Suddenly, a voice popped into his head. Ah, but where would the fun in that be, Mr. Longbottom? Besides, I need to place you where you would fit best. Now, after hearing what the houses are, where do you think you belong?
Neville grimaced slightly. I would love to be in Gryffindor. But I think I'm best suited for Hufflepuff.
And why is that, if I may ask?
I'm not cunning, or brave, or even particularly smart. I think I'm nice though. He sighed, drawing into himself.
A wise man once told me, "most of the shadows of this life are caused by standing in one's own sunshine." Mr. Longbottom, although you may not believe it, I see within you a great potential. Do NOT think because you are small now, you will never grow. Now I ask, are you ready to take that first step forward?
There was a moment of pause. The air shimmered around the small student, and everyone held their breath, waiting for the hat to make it's decision. Neville, dug deeply, and what shocked him the most, a small wave of confidence coursed through him. I'm ready.
"GRYFFINDOR!"