"Weasley, Fred"

I shoot George a grin before I take a seat at the little stool. He mouths 'Good luck' to me and I wink back. I don't need luck. I already know where I'm gonna be sorted. I'm as Gryffindor-y as you can get. Professor McGonagall – who will be my Head of House – places the raggedy old hat on my head.

"Another Weasley? Goodness me, how many of you are there?"

"Seven. I'm only the fourth. You've got my twin George to sort next"

"Let's crack on with it then. I see lots of Gryffindor qualities within you – "

"- no surprises there – "

" – courage, loyalty, daring"

"I already know I'm going to be in Gryffindor"

"Don't get ahead of yourself boy; although I think you may be right. You've got a sharp mind – "

" – yeah, but I'm not a Ravenclaw; they're all swots"

" – you're loyal to those you love – "

" – Hufflepuff's are all duffers – "

" – and you're rather cunning – "

" – no way am I a Slytherin! "

"That's funny. Every Weasley I've spoken to has shown anti-Slytherin tendencies"

"That's because Slytherins are evil"

"Not by any means! Yes, a few of them have turned out bad – "

" – yeah, like You-Know-Who!"

"He is one example of a dodgy Slytherin"

"Bit more than dodgy..."

"Anyway; enough of the chitchat! Let's finish this sorting. GRYFFINDOR!"

As expected. Grinning from ear to ear, I join Bill, Charlie and Percy at the Gryffindor table. Any minute now George will be joining me here, where we will spend our seven years at Hogwarts together.

"Weasley, George"

Fred's made it to Gryffindor. I'll be joining him in a minute. Originally, me and Fred were planning to swap roles; I would get sorted when his name was called and he would get sorted when I was called. In the end we decided that it probably wasn't a good start to our seven years at Hogwarts. That was a tough decision as Fred and I rarely ever back out of a prank. Anyway, we've got seven long years here to cause a little mischief.

Professor McGonagall puts the Sorting Hat on my head and I take a seat on the tiny little stool, feeling slightly foolish. Fred waves at me from the Gryffindor table and I grin back.

"You must be the other Weasley that your brother was talking about"

"Good observation, Hat"

"No need to be sarcastic, Mr Weasley. I assume you want to be in Gryffindor too?"

"Of course"

"Well you'd certainly fit in there. Decent brain, not a Ravenclaw though... definitely loyal but again, not a Hufflepuff..."

"No way am I a Slytherin. No. Way"

"You're rather cunning – "

"NO. I am not going to be in Slytherin"

The Sorting Hat sighs.

"I never said I was going to put you in Slytherin. I only commented on the fact that you possess one Slytherin trait! Goodness me, your brother had the very same reaction"

"We're not big Slytherin fans"

"No, I can tell. I think we're finished here then; GRYFFINDOR!"

Fred cheers my name loudly over the thunderous applause of the Gryffindors. McGonagall shoots him a death glare and he shuts up almost immediately. There's going to be a lot more disapproving looks from McGonagall over the rest of our Hogwarts career. Oh yes. Seven whole years of non-stop mayhem is just beginning.

A/N. Thought I'd put Fred and George together in the same chapter :) Please review with suggestions/comments/ideas/improvements! Updates will probably be less regular because I'm pretty busy at the moment. Next chapter is Draco Malfoy.