Sorry guys, no where near done yet. I actually have a bit more now, but I just can't seem to know which house to put them in! So, in other words, this is part one. Or both parts and it'll just be updated. I don't know yet :/ Also, I'm sorry for stealing their chapter titles. I thought if maybe I used them you would say "Hey I remember when they used that title!" and maybe laugh when you see it. I don't know, but, hey, I'm only human. Also, thank you to the ONE person who left a review- I can only hope that you are not one of my friends that found out about this behind my back and started reading it even though I told them specifically NOT to. *cough MyDarkKnight7 cough* Hahahaha... Yeeaaahhh... ^.^'
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter anything. And sorry about earlier chapters, her name was just automatically changed to "J."
Chapter 4: The Sorting Hat's Song
The students trembled up the castles grand, marble staircase, and were told to wait where they were. They could hear the loud chatting in the background, which seemed to be coming from the main doors in front. Just then, older woman with graying-black hair walked formally out in front of them. She had a tight face with thin lips, and wore small square glasses. She looked from one solemn face to the other.
"Good evening, students. I am Minerva McGonagall, your headmistress and transfiguration teacher. The annual feast will begin shortly, but first you will be sorted into your houses. Sorting is without a doubt necessary, as you will take classes with your house members, sleep in your house dormitory, and use spare time in your house common room.
There are four houses you may be sorted into; Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. No house is superior to the others, and each house has proven to be very successful. While you are here, note that any mischief will lose you house points, and any accomplishments will earn you house points. I expect each and every one of you to try to help your house prevail.
The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes. In the meantime, please try not to make to much noise."
Her glare turned to a small group of students talking quietly about what house they'll be in.
"I'll return when we are ready for you. Please wait patiently." The room she left immediately went silent. Eventually, Rose turned to speak to Scorpius, and a soft murmuring broke over the cluster of people.
"I guess we won't be seeing much of each other from now on, huh?" Rose asked.
"I guess not." Scorpius replied.
"What do you mean? Scorpius, do you want to be in Slytherin?" asked Albus. Scorpius shrugged. "Well then just keep thinking about Gryffindor and it'll let you choose! That's what dad said, at least." Albus noted.
Scorpius looked down, suddenly finding his shoes rather interesting. Just then, about twenty ghosts streamed through the corridor. Many of the students gasped. Rose screamed, causing Scorpius to chuckle. At that, she punched him in the arm.
"All of you go back to the Great Hall. Sorting is about to begin." Professor McGonagall said, now returned. "Get in a line, and follow me."
Heart beating rapidly against her chest, Liz follows behind Scorpius, as a dark-skinned girl walked behind her.
The room they had entered was very large and mysterious. The ceiling looked like the night sky, with a multitude of shimmering stars. Floating around the room were hundreds of lit candles. There were five tables in the room, four of which in vertical lines. The fifth was horizontally laid in front, where all the professors sat. In front of the table was a small stool with four legs. Atop the stool, lay an old, dirty hat. It looked as though it was burned at some point, but it was hard to tell, with how many wrinkles and tears it had. The hat then twitched, and one massive tear opened like a mouth. It began to sing:
"Oh, in reality I've gathered dirt,
And indeed I'm rather old,
But I can teach you many things,
Cunning, loyal, bold.
I'm smarter and more noble,
Than any hat you've seen,
As they can mere imagine,
The places I have been.
I am the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,
I see your thoughts in mind,
I tell you in which house to go,
No student left behind.
You may just be in Gryffindor,
Where nerve lies in your fate,
One which that saved me,
From my burning state;
You may just be in Hufflepuff,
Where rest the kind and gentle,
Hufflepuff could help you,
To reach your full potential;
How about old Ravenclaw,
Where intelligence is key,
Solutions to our problems,
That others would not see;
Perhaps you could be Slytherin,
Where lies the proud at heart,
Their unaffected confidence,
Set Slytherins apart.
So step right up, and pull me on!
I promise I won't bite!
Just sit on down, and then relax,
We'll see which house is right!"
The entire hall broke into applaud as the hat became limp once more. Rose looked over Scorpius's shoulder and gave Liz a weak smile. She then leaned by Scorpius's ear and whispered, "Good luck." At that, Rose's cousin James gave her a very surprised and suspicious look.
Professor McGonagall then stepped to the left of the stool with a long role of parchment. "When I read your name, please come up and wear the hat so you may be sorted." She announced. "Alton, George!'
A light skinned boy with dark brown hair that fell flat over his face, stumbled his way to the stool. He placed the oversized hat on his head, and the hat twitched to life.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Ummmmm, well, thats it for now. I'll post the rest later, I promise! K? [Errr, to the one person who had the heart to read this... You really don't know how much I apreciate it :D thanks a ton]