A/N: the first Weasley. : )
"Weasley, Arthur!"
Arthur Weasley, a tall boy with flaming red hair and freckles, walked nervously to the stool and placed the hat on his head.
Hmm… just like all Weasleys.
What do you mean?
Impossible to sort. I mean, you're all brave, loyal, and cunning, and some are smart.
Some?
Yes. Unlike you.
Oi!
Just kidding. But you aren't a Ravenclaw.
Okay.
Or a Slytherin.
Phew… I would hate to be in the same house as Malfoy.
You know him?
Unfortunately, we met on the train.
I see… Lucius is a rather dark boy.
But can we stop discussing him? I want to be sorted.
Yes, yes. You are not a Hufflepuff. I mean, you're loyal and all, but not Hufflepuff-loyal.
What…? Well, at least I'm in Gryffindor.
GRYFFINDOR!
Arthur cheerfully gave the hat to McGonagall (he was the last to be sorted) and walked to the Gryffindor table. Ever since he was little, he'd dreamed of being in Gryffindor. Not to mention that cute girl over there…
A/N: Yes, the girl is Molly. Review please! : )