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Mwahahahaha- Thoughts/ the sorting hat

Lolololololololololol-Harry talking to the sorting hat in his mind.

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When the group of friends got to the boats, Harry insisted that Hermione, Ron, and Neville share a boat. They agreed and set off towards a boat, while Harry and Draco found a boat with two other boys, who introduced themselves as Blaise Zabini and Terry Boot. The boys greatly contrasted with one another. Terry, a light skinned light eyed guy, exuded confidence. Blaise, a dark skinned dark eyed boy, seemed as if he would rather be anywhere else but with them. The boats took off with a jerk, and the boys engaged in a conversation, subtly pulling Blaise into their conversation.

Harry glanced up quickly to see where they were, and gasped. The first view of Hogwarts was happening and Harry had never seen anything more beautiful. Stone turrets on every end, towers dotted around the castle, light filtering through the windows, all surrounded by the glittering lake that they were currently sailing across. Harry could hear many people saying 'wow' and a few people gasping at the beauty of it. Harry heard Hermione talking about the history of the castle and rolled his eyes with a small smile on his face. 'If that girl doesn't get placed in Ravenclaw, I'll stop pranking' Harry snorted internally at his thoughts. 'As if I'd ever stop pranking people' Draco, as if reading his thoughts, turned towards him and smirked. It would take them a minute to get used to the layout of the castle, but then the pranking would start. Their natural talent in pranking combined with the twins' knowledge of the castle and expertise would be deadly. Harry could almost hear Draco in his mind 'As if I would ever let you.'

Both boys were broke out of their thoughts as Hagrid, the big guy, shouted out 'Watch yer heads!' dozens of heads lowered as they went through a stone passageway. They arrived at the shore of the tunnel, with lots of gravel and dirt, and carefully got out of the boats, Terry Boot and Blaise Zabini each escaping to their own friends. Harry and Draco walked along towards the doors, being joined by Hermione, Ron, and Neville who had his cloak fastened the wrong way. Harry helped him fix it, then the doors opened to reveal a woman with Black hair, almost not visible in the darkness of the cave, and thinned lips. Harry's first impression of the woman, Mcgonagall his brain supplied although he didn't know how he knew that, was that she would be hilarious to prank. Harry zoned out as she led them to a little room off of the great hall and gave them all a talk about the houses.

All of a sudden the girls were screaming, and Harry immediately looked up. There were ghosts coming through the walls? They were arguing about a ghost names Peeves, who Harry remembered his mum telling them to stay away from. Harry had no plans to stick with that plan. He tuned back into the conversations going on around him. Ron was talking about how his brother told him that they had to fight a mountain troll, which is absolutely ridiculous, Hermione was muttering to herself all of the spells she may need, which made absolutely no sense to Harry, and Neville was- was he twitching? What did he miss? Mcgonagall walked back into the room and beckoned them forward. They were led into a large hall that was lit up by floating candles, with the ceiling showing what the weather was like outside. Harry thought that it was a bit overdone, but it was still cool to look at. He could practically feel all of the magic in the air. Suddenly the hat formed a mouth and started singing?

Oh you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folks use any means To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!

Harry's 'brows rose, whereas Draco's furrowed. No one ever told them the hat could sing! Mcgonagall pulled out a scroll and started to read off names, each one being sorted into Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin. Hannah Abbott, Hufflepuff. Amanda Alice, Ravenclaw. Draco's name was called, and Harry squeezed his shoulder on his way up to the stool. Then he sat down and the hat was placed on his head. The hat was on his head for a few seconds before it exclaimed, SLYTHERIN! Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and then it was his turn. Apparently they weren't using their names at birth, but the ones they had at the present time. Harry walked up to the hat, hearing the whispers spread throughout all of the hall. He sat down on the stool, the hat was placed on his head, and he found that he couldn't see.

Interesting, very interesting. You would do well anywhere you choose. A bright future in Ravenclaw, although you lack the drive of the 'Claws. Hufflepuff may suit you, shall you choose to go there, your hard work is very prominent in your mind.

Wait, you mean to say that you can see inside my mind?

Yes. Now, where was I? Ah, in Gryffindor, you will have many friends and you certainly have the courage and chivalry. But in Slytherin your mind fits, child. You have all of the traits that Salazar Slytherin wanted his house to have. Cunning. Ambitious. Resourceful. Determination. And a strong urge to protect yourself and the ones you care about before others. I think it'll be…. SLYTHERIN!

Before the hat was taken off of his head, he faintly heard the sorting hat whisper into his mind. But remember child, always believe in others as well as yourself. His house was said almost with pride from the sorting hat. The hat got taken off of his head and he walked to his table. He quickly glanced back at the teachers table, and it's safe to say that the teachers looked shocked. Dumbledore was openly gaping, and his head of house, Professor Snape, looked like he just swallowed a lemon.