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Chapter Seven
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The Sorting Hat slid down over his head and his face, covering everything.
"Now you," it's laughing voice said within his mind, "are the most difficult person I've ever had to sort."
"I've had a hard life," he answered back dryly, mentally grinning at the Hat's amused chuckles.
"Very true, very true. I don't know where to begin, so I suppose I'll list the houses in alphabetical order. First off, Gryffindor. You've plenty of courage, lad, but you don't have the recklessness or the altruistic side to add on to it. And your pranks are not for fun but for revenge. And I get the feeling that you would not prefer that House."
"Black was in it, the traitor."
"Well, if it helps he was an easy one to place. Moving on to Hufflepuff. I daresay you would hate it there, with a bunch of loyal fools with no particular brains and almost no willpower. You'd own them all within a month."
"I couldn't agree more."
"The list is getting short, dear boy, so we'll find one that you want."
"You could announce that there's no reason for me to be here. It's likely I know more magic than I could ever learn here."
"I could, but we still have more Houses to go through first. I'll keep it in mind, but I don't give up students once they are in my grasp."
"Pity, it was worth a shot."
"Indeed. Next is Ravenclaw. You've the brains, but no amount of prodding housemates could convince you to study; you'll already feel that there's no reason to. And there are times when logic has no place inside your skull. Ravenclaw is out as well."
"I won't like the next one, either."
"I'm afraid not. You're cunning and ambitious, true enough, but your hatred for that House runs deep. It would be a mistake to put you there with all of those who think you loyal to a man you abhor. Slytherin is no fit either."
"That's the last House."
"Not quite, lad. There's one more, though no one's ever been sorted into it before. The founder never seemed to find anyone who would fit into her house. Now, it may be a bit hard to adjust, but you'll get used to it. You won't have many friends, though."
"Friends require trust, and I don't trust anyone."
"Well, if you're sure. Harry Potter, you are in WREON!"
The final word was shrieked out to the Great Hall. Harry removed the Hat carefully after wishing it a fond farewell, and was pleased to see the shocked faces on not just the students, but the professors as well.
The mudblood was the first to break the silence. "I've read about that House in Hogwarts: A History. It disappeared after no one was ever put into it."
"Mr. Potter, if you will sit at the Gryffindor table until the end of the feast, we will deal with this later. On with the Sorting," the familiar voice of Dumbledore announced. Harry shot the elderly man a cold look but complied, choosing an empty seat far away from everyone else.
The Sorting soon wrapped up, and the meal splendidly appeared before them after a few rules that Harry had no mind to; he had no doubt that he would break them anyway.
He grabbed some rolls and a salad, ignoring the meats that steamed in front of him. He had seen raw human flesh, or seen it be hungrily devoured, too often for it to have any appeal to him. He finished the meal in silence and stayed where he was when the rest of the student body left in a large mass of screaming and scurrying.
"Mr. Potter, if you would please come to my office. We have much to discuss." Harry followed behind the headmaster, memorizing the path out of habit. Dumbledore quietly whispered the password and motioned Harry up the revolving stair case.
"Lemon drop," he asked as Harry settled in an oversized leather armchair. Harry shook his head no, and looked around the room at the four other people, those who had been introduced as the Heads of the four Houses.
"How have you been, Harry?"
"Fine."
"Sirius and Remus are well?"
"Yes."
"That is good to hear. Now, about your Sorting. It was most unusual." Harry did not respond. "Perhaps, despite the decision of the Hat, you might like to be placed in another House."
"No."
"Gryffindor, perhaps? It was the House of your parents, after all."
"Black and Pettigrew were in there. I don't want anything to do with them."
"What about Ravenclaw? I'm sure you are an intelligent lad."
"They only debate things and there's no real action."
"What about Hufflepuff? It would be easy for you to make friends."
"I don't need or want friends."
"Would you consider Slytherin?"
Harry looked sideways at Professor Snape. "I won't be in a House that has a Head who's a Death Eater."
"Professor Snape is not a Death Eater, Harry. He has been spying for us for quite some time."
"Even worse."
Dumbledore gave an exasperated sigh. "Then you wish to remain in Wreon?"
Harry nodded.
"Very well then. A timetable will be worked out for you. I shall have one of the House Elves escort you to your dormitory."
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Chapter Seven
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The Sorting Hat slid down over his head and his face, covering everything.
"Now you," it's laughing voice said within his mind, "are the most difficult person I've ever had to sort."
"I've had a hard life," he answered back dryly, mentally grinning at the Hat's amused chuckles.
"Very true, very true. I don't know where to begin, so I suppose I'll list the houses in alphabetical order. First off, Gryffindor. You've plenty of courage, lad, but you don't have the recklessness or the altruistic side to add on to it. And your pranks are not for fun but for revenge. And I get the feeling that you would not prefer that House."
"Black was in it, the traitor."
"Well, if it helps he was an easy one to place. Moving on to Hufflepuff. I daresay you would hate it there, with a bunch of loyal fools with no particular brains and almost no willpower. You'd own them all within a month."
"I couldn't agree more."
"The list is getting short, dear boy, so we'll find one that you want."
"You could announce that there's no reason for me to be here. It's likely I know more magic than I could ever learn here."
"I could, but we still have more Houses to go through first. I'll keep it in mind, but I don't give up students once they are in my grasp."
"Pity, it was worth a shot."
"Indeed. Next is Ravenclaw. You've the brains, but no amount of prodding housemates could convince you to study; you'll already feel that there's no reason to. And there are times when logic has no place inside your skull. Ravenclaw is out as well."
"I won't like the next one, either."
"I'm afraid not. You're cunning and ambitious, true enough, but your hatred for that House runs deep. It would be a mistake to put you there with all of those who think you loyal to a man you abhor. Slytherin is no fit either."
"That's the last House."
"Not quite, lad. There's one more, though no one's ever been sorted into it before. The founder never seemed to find anyone who would fit into her house. Now, it may be a bit hard to adjust, but you'll get used to it. You won't have many friends, though."
"Friends require trust, and I don't trust anyone."
"Well, if you're sure. Harry Potter, you are in WREON!"
The final word was shrieked out to the Great Hall. Harry removed the Hat carefully after wishing it a fond farewell, and was pleased to see the shocked faces on not just the students, but the professors as well.
The mudblood was the first to break the silence. "I've read about that House in Hogwarts: A History. It disappeared after no one was ever put into it."
"Mr. Potter, if you will sit at the Gryffindor table until the end of the feast, we will deal with this later. On with the Sorting," the familiar voice of Dumbledore announced. Harry shot the elderly man a cold look but complied, choosing an empty seat far away from everyone else.
The Sorting soon wrapped up, and the meal splendidly appeared before them after a few rules that Harry had no mind to; he had no doubt that he would break them anyway.
He grabbed some rolls and a salad, ignoring the meats that steamed in front of him. He had seen raw human flesh, or seen it be hungrily devoured, too often for it to have any appeal to him. He finished the meal in silence and stayed where he was when the rest of the student body left in a large mass of screaming and scurrying.
"Mr. Potter, if you would please come to my office. We have much to discuss." Harry followed behind the headmaster, memorizing the path out of habit. Dumbledore quietly whispered the password and motioned Harry up the revolving stair case.
"Lemon drop," he asked as Harry settled in an oversized leather armchair. Harry shook his head no, and looked around the room at the four other people, those who had been introduced as the Heads of the four Houses.
"How have you been, Harry?"
"Fine."
"Sirius and Remus are well?"
"Yes."
"That is good to hear. Now, about your Sorting. It was most unusual." Harry did not respond. "Perhaps, despite the decision of the Hat, you might like to be placed in another House."
"No."
"Gryffindor, perhaps? It was the House of your parents, after all."
"Black and Pettigrew were in there. I don't want anything to do with them."
"What about Ravenclaw? I'm sure you are an intelligent lad."
"They only debate things and there's no real action."
"What about Hufflepuff? It would be easy for you to make friends."
"I don't need or want friends."
"Would you consider Slytherin?"
Harry looked sideways at Professor Snape. "I won't be in a House that has a Head who's a Death Eater."
"Professor Snape is not a Death Eater, Harry. He has been spying for us for quite some time."
"Even worse."
Dumbledore gave an exasperated sigh. "Then you wish to remain in Wreon?"
Harry nodded.
"Very well then. A timetable will be worked out for you. I shall have one of the House Elves escort you to your dormitory."
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