Hello to my readers. I am currently in Mexico and it is H-O-T. Sorry for not updating sooner but my dad and my sister ran off with my computer and I have just reclaimed it. Hopefully, since I don't have school, I'll have more time for writing and I might even start a couple of other fics.
This chapter is slightly irrelevant but I promised you the sorting hat so here it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you could sue me for and get away with it.
P.s. I am reading this story about a bad-ass Harry and I looovve it. I believe it's under my favourite stories. I don't usually like Harry because he thinks without actually using his brain but this Harry is like the ultimate sarcastic, critical bastard ever. A round of applause for him. It takes intelligence to be conniving. And plus, I always thought Ginny was a twit.
Anyways, introducing The Sorting Hat…
Hmm… thought the sorting hat as he/it surveyed this years firsties. One in particular grabbed his attention. She stood with the first years and her overall appearance resembled that of her classmates but something in her eyes told him/it that she was much more mature, intelligent and experienced than those chattering aimlessly around her. She understood that this ordeal (being sorted) was nothing to be scared compared to the rest of her life. She knew too much.
So for the first time ever, the hat actually felt anticipation to see into someone's mind, to figure out what lay beyond that serious visage of hers. What did she know that separated her from the rest of her year? Surely, it was nothing the hat himself/itself did not know.
Perhaps it was her up bringing and she, like many purebloods, would find herself in Slytherin?
Or maybe, she harbored a deep and philosophical knowledge that would land her in Ravenclaw?
He/it didn't feel that the case was any of those, however plausible they may be. Then another explanation struck him/it.
Oh no. What if she was like Riddle? For that boy had worn the same unnerving expression just before he had been sorted into Slytherin and embarked on his dark path towards immortality. Wait, no. A further look confirmed that this girl, whatever she may be, was not ruthless in cold way that the dark lord was.
The hat recalled Tom's sorting.
I believe you are going to place me in Slytherin.
You should predict what others are going to do. You may turn out wrong one day.
Am I?
The hat sighed (figuratively of course), and took a dip in the future Voldemort's mind.
What he saw shocked him.
A cold barren place, swamped by shadows that blocked any small flickers of hope or feeling that might arise. Empty as an Iceland and so dark the hat had trouble finding the core. When finally came across it, it was frigid.
It turns out you are not wrong this time Tom Riddle.
I know.
Fine. Live with your choice.
"SLYTHERIN!"
I knew, thought the hat. I knew, even back then, who he was. What he was. Yet I couldn't say a word. Somehow I feel a common fellowship to this girl even though I don't know her.
She looked rather like she had seen something that happened and felt extremely pained by it, and it seemed like the event wasn't in the past but the future but that would be impossible, right? Oh, unless she was a seer, the hat corrected itself/himself. But she didn't have the haphazard appearance that came from dreaming of too many other people's doom.
After impatiently sorting the first few bouncing idiots (none of them went to Ravenclaw) that sat on his stool, the hat nearly became one of the idiots himself/itself, when a name was called and the girl came walking up the isle.
A/N: You know what happens here so I am NOT going to copy and paste.
Technically, the hat supposed, he/it should be disappointed but all he felt was intrigue.
When he/it had entered the girls mind, or rather Astriella Roberts mind (since he knew her name now), he/it had discovered a series of complex mazes that one could be lost in. So, he could not see much. It was all too complicated even for himself/itself. Some of the paths were simply twisted circles and you found yourself back at the beginning just as soon as you thought you had found the center. Her core was impossibly hidden from any prying eyes and unfortunately the hat; so he had to, in the end, do some old-fashioned guesswork. He/it didn't star (and probably didn't even know about because it hadn't been made yet) in the muggle show Lie To Me but after looking into generation after generation's minds, he/it was no amateur at reading people.
This one will be good at occlumency, the hat thought; she probably doesn't even need it. All the same, a mind like this one will prove a challenge eventually. She won't know what she truly wants unless she can solve it and one day she'll have to.
For the second time tonight, the hat had something happen to him that had never happened before. Y'see, the after watching generation after generation die, the hat wasn't exactly concerned about a human's emotions. Yet to Astriella, he/it felt a sort of sympathy towards her. Odd.
He/it gazed back at the crowd. He/it had no idea why he/it had put her in Gryffindor (well other than the obvious of course) and now he was wondering if it had been the right thing. Oh well. She'll survive. She's definitely got courage. He/it could tell from the determined set of her chin as she sat on the stool. And by the way, she told it/him exactly his/its job was to figure out. Look, there was one of her friends coming towards him now. We shall see if Astriella's right, the hat thought grimly.
Hallo, James Potter.
Cor, are you really able to see everything I think of?
That's the gist of it, yes.
Bloody hell! What am I thinking about now then?
Uhh… Cream filled doughnuts?!?
Yeah, with strawberry jelly… So I'm a Gryffindor, right? I mean, my Da was one and he'd kill me if I'm not.
The hat took a quick glance. It wasn't very hard. The boy practically had red and gold wallpaper with matching furniture decorating the inside of his head.
Yep.
To what? That I'm a Gryffindor? Or that da'll kill m--
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Ok, so maybe she was on the money this time but you had to admit that it was pretty obvious which house Mr. Potter was going to be sorted into. Let's check out your next friend, shall we.
A tall rather studious looking boy walked in a straight line towards him/it. He had the look of someone who, having got this far, was not going to turn back. Yet, every step he took said that he was surprised someone hadn't told him to go away, that he didn't belong here.
Oh, don't tell me she's correct about this one too, thought the hat. They might as well strip me of my job and hand it over to her already.
So you're a werewolf are you?
Yes, Dumbledore's given me special permission. I am allowed to be here.
The hat felt amused by the student slightly defiant tone, which didn't seem convincing at all. Oh yes, the hat knew now that Remus Lupin was one smart cookie, definitely Ravenclaw material. But some how, he/it was unable to get the image of the boys face as he approached him/it, out of his/its head/fabric (it's a hat after all).
You're very smart, perfect for Ravenclaw. An intelligence like yours shouldn't go to waste.
I suppose I'd fit there.
It's decided then.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Fine, she had won. Face it, the girl was almost scary. There was no way in Heaven or Hell she shouldn't have assumed Remus to be a Ravenclaw like the hat had almost done.
Oh, wait here comes the Black. There no way, this one would be sorted into Gryffindor. No one knew better than the hat itself/himself that the extreme purebloods always go to Slytherin. Okay, that Andy kid had been a close shave but in the end the blood had won. It always did.
I don't know why they even bother making me sort you old families.
"SLYTH---"
NO WAIT!
What?
You haven't even heard me. Why assume I'm like everybody else?
Huh? Aren't you?
Well maybe if you actually gave my a couple minutes of your time, you'd know.
The hat cooperated. His mind was unsurprisingly dark and marred by strict discipline from his parents, an unhappy childhood, loneliness, and fear. The unexpected thing was that it was a safe darkness. Like someone who loved, hoped, and dreamed, just like you, was encircling you in a hug. Something Sirius had probably never received. What really took the hats breath away was the core, it was obviously dimmed in some parts, yet it was blindly bright in others with what could only be, after what the hat had seen of his past, amazing resilience. Looks like Astriella was right again.
You know I had a bit of a bet with your friend, she told me that you, Remus Lupin and James Potter were all going to to get into Gryffindor.
Really? Ree thought that? The hat felt a warm wave of affection emanate from the boy at the mention of the girl. Who would thought?
Yeah and I was almost completely convinced she was wrong about you.
Hey, you just said almos—
"GRYFFINDOR!"
A shocked and relieved Sirius descended into the completely stunned crowd. Only Astriella, Remus and James did not have their mouths wide open and the trio was clapping enthusiastically.
"Should've known." The hat muttered. "Should've known."
My maplestory is down. Sad face .
My sister actually says "ouchie"
Weird.
I tried to make this deep but I think I failed.
Yep.
That's all I have say other than I like the part about Hufflepuffs too and the part where draco has a home made dark mark and makes an unbreakable vow with Voldemort. (very potter musical)
Draco is amazing.
I have a sunburn.
