AN: Sorry for such a long wait. As promised I did not abandon this fanfic. I could not update due to studies and a lack of any laptop or computer in my vicinity.

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GRYFFIN-THINGIE

Dean and Sam soon found themselves gaping at the beautiful and elegant castle. It was as beautiful as they show in Disney princess movies, that Dean had to watch because of Sam. All the teenagers were going towards the Great Hall, when a familiar and strict voice of Professor McGonagall called the Winchesters. The group turned around.

"Mr. and Mr. Winchester, if you both would please follow me. And the rest of you may go to the start of the term feast." With that the old woman turned on her heels followed by the brother duo.

Minerva, who was still glaring at Dean for his casual attire, took the boys to the room adjacent to the Great Hall where a bunch, a big bunch, of eleven years were standing nervously.

"Where we are we Minnie?" Sam stomped Dean's foot.

"First of all, Mr. Winchester, I am Professor McGonagall here. Secondly, you both will soon be sorted into your respectful houses as per your traits." With this Minerva went away.

"Dean, could you stop ticking everybody off? You're gonna get us kicked off on our first day here." Sam asked with, what Dean called, bitchface #21, meaning I am so irritated with you.

"Well, good enough. I don't wanna stay in this hoodoo school." Dean snarked.

The blonde would never accept it, but he was somewhat content with just being with his kid brother, safe. He knew that the younger one was happy here and he would give anything to keep Sam safe and happy. But come on! He was Dean freaking Winchester, and he was supposed to whine about witches with W as well as B.

"Are you Americans?" A squeaky voice cut through his train of thoughts. A scrawny, skinny first year with a mop of curly black hair and freckles on his face was looking up at them.

"Why do you care, squirt?" The older brother replied. Sam stomped on his foot again and the young boy struck his tongue out at Dean and walked away.

Then the doors opened to let the students file in. The freaking Hall was so damn huge! The ceiling was enchanted to look like the sky outside with stars and moon. It was dream like. The candles floated in the air above their heads. There was a raised platform where many professors sat. The brothers were awestruck. Professor McGonagall was standing near the three legged stool on which sat a ragged, dirty, and old hat. She had a scroll in her hand. Suddenly the rip near the hats brim opened wide like a mouth. Dean was shocked enough to jump out of his skin. Sam had to restrain him from attacking the hat.

"In times of old when I was new
And founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted;
United by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning
To make the world's best magic school
And pass along their learning
Together we will build and teach'!
The four good friends decided
And never did they dream that they
Might someday be divided,
For were there such friends anywhere
As Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?
So how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there and so can tell
The whole sad, story tale.
Said Slytherin 'we'll teach those
Whose ancestry is purest.'
Said Ravenclaw 'We'll teach those whose
Intelligence is surest.'
Said Gryffindor 'We'll teach those
with brave deeds to their name.'
Said Hufflepuff 'I'll teach the lot,
And treat them just the same.'
The differences caused little strife
When first they came to light,
For each of the four founders had
A house in which they might
Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure- blood wizards
Of great cunning, just like him,
And only those of sharpest mind
Were taught by Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring Gryffindor.
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest,
And taught that them all she knew,
Thus the houses and their founder
Retained friendships firm and true
So Hogwarts worked in harmony
For several happy years,
But then discord crept among us
Feeding on our false and fears.

The house that, like pillars four,
Had once held up our school
Now turned upon each other and,
divided, sought to rule.
And for awhile it seemed the school
Must meet an early end,
What with duelling and with fighting
And the clash of friend on friend
And at last there came the morning
When old Slytherin departed
And thought the fighting then died out.
He left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four
Were whittled down to three
Have the houses been united
As they once were meant to be.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
And you all know the score;
I sort you into houses
Because that is what I'm for,
But this year I will go further,
Listen closely to my song;
Though condemned I am to split you
Still I worry that It's wrong
Though I must fulfil my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether sorting
May not bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in danger,
from external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her,
Or will crumble from within
I have told you, I have warned you...
Let the sorting now begin."

The applause broke out but it was punctured. Minerva unrolled the scroll and called out the first name.

"Abercrombie, Euan" A scared boy moved forward and the hat was cramped on his head.

The hat then opened its mouth and shouted "Gryffindor".

Soon all others were sorted. The crazy, skinny boy, Fahim Sheikh, was sorted into Slytherin. After all the eleven year olds were sorted, Minerva called "Winchester, Dean".

Dean strode forward and sat on the stool. The hat was placed on his head. Dean almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a voice in his head. He swore in his head.

"Language! Young man. Interesting, I see. A deaged muggle."

Dean regained his senses enough to shoot back "Get outta my head, you sonovabitch!"

"I do not have a mother so the insult is invalid. Do not fret! Your secrets are safe with me. Lets stat with the sorting, shall we?"

"Anything to get your creepy ass outta my brains."

"You are hard to decide for. You are cunning and have the fire to prove yourself. You would be a great asset to the Slytherin. But you are loyal too. Hufflepuff maybe. Giving our life for you brother and your unbreakable faith in the angel friend of yours and your father is unbeatable."

"Shut up or I'll throw you in front of hellhounds after setting you on fire."

"You have brains. Real intelligent, you are. You hide it underneath all the sass, so that people underestimate you. You have the skill and wit to survive. Ravenclaw would be good. But most of all you are brave enough to be stupid. And you have to stay close to the kids as well. So it is GRYFFINDOR."

Dean stood up and threw the hat on the stool before moving away towards the red house.

"Like he had to say all that shit before announcing this." Dean muttered darkly and sat besides Harry.

"Winchester, Samuel" McGonagall called out.

Sam walked to the stool and cramped the hat. After a minute of silence the hat shouted GRYFFINDOR.

Sam joined Dean at the table. The Dumbledore stood up and spoke.

"To the newcomers, welcome. To our old hands, welcome back. There is a time for speech making but this is not it. Tuck in."

Dean and Sam gaped as food materialized in front of them on the plates. Ron attacked the food and soon the others joined in, unaware of what was awaiting for them this year.

AN: I am really sorry for the late update. I had said May but its June now. I was really busy with studies and now I would be busier from now on. So I don't know when I'll get to write the next chapter. It may even take a year. But I promise I won't abandon this fic. Thanx to every single person who has stuck with through this. Keep reviewing and following.

And I am sorry if my English is a bit crappy as my mother tongue is Hindi instead of English. I really can't catch the American and British accent well

I am also deciding to drop the Dean/ Hermione pairing for a while as I really suck at anything romantic. pls drop ideas and reviews

Lotsa love

Ummay