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The Sorting Hat

At nightfall, the train blows its whistle and pulls into an outdoor station. They had finally arrived! Butterflies fluttered in Lellian's stomach. Filing out of the compartment and exiting the train, Harry, Ron, and Lellian looked around amazed at everything. "Right, then! First years! This way, please! Come on, now, don't be shy! Come on now, hurry up!" Lellian looked around for the familiar voice and easily spotted Hagrid with a lantern, motioning for the first years to come to him. Smiling, she looked to Harry and Ron before the trio walked up to Hagrid. The trio got to the front of the line and Hagrid grinned at them. "Hello, Harry, Lellian!"

"Hey, Hagrid." Harry and Lellian said together.

"Whoaa!" Lellian could only grin at Ron's shocked look and had to contain a giggle.

"Right then. This way to the boats! Come on, now, follow me." The trio looked to each other before Lellian shrugged her shoulders, before they followed Hagrid. Within moments, they were all sailing across a vast lake, in enchanted boats. One student in each boat held a lantern for light as they moved across the glassy water. Up ahead a huge castle can be seen. All of the students are in awe over the sight. Especially Ron.

"Wicked." Lellian giggled and kept her sight on the castle. This was going to be her school for the next seven years. She was excited! So excited in fact, she almost tipped the boat over.

"Lellian!"

"You're going to tip the boat!" She looked at both startled boys and let out a nervous laugh.

"Sorry. Just excited."

When the boats finally docked, Lellian was helped out of the boat by Ron and Harry. It took a moment to get a sense of feeling running through their legs again. "Right! First years, follow me this way!" They heard Hagrid call. And follow they did. Entering the school, Hagrid left them at the bottom of a flight of stairs and went up before them. They followed behind him a minute later. Soft chatter echoed amongst the large group as they ascended the stairs. On a higher level, Professor McGonagall is waiting for the group of First Years. She taps her fingers on a stone railing, and then goes to the top of the stairs to greet the newcomers. The students come to a stop before her. "Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Now, while you are here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you house points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup." McGonagall explained to them just as Neville Longbottom, a scared looking boy, spots his toad sitting near McGonagall and jumps forward.

"Trevor!" McGonagall stares down at him while Lellian raises a brow at him. "Sorry." Neville says as he backs away from her and into the line again.

"The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily." And with that, McGonagall left them.

A slicked back, blonde haired, evil looking boy speaks up just as things fall into a quiet chatter. "It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts with a Black." Students whispered Harry's name but said nothing of Lellian's as they turned to face him. Trust a pure blooded brat to know of me. Lellian thought with a scowl. "This is Crabbe, and Goyle." He nods to two other boys behind him. "And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Malfoy? So I was right in assuming him a pure blood. And a brat at that. Ron snickered at his name. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley." Lellian glared at him and pushed Ron behind her a little bit as Draco turned his gaze on her and Harry. "I never knew the Black family had a little kid running about. You can't be HER kid. Or HIS. So it's quite a mystery as to who you are isn't it?"

"Go bark up a tree, Draco." Lellian grumbled as she folded her arms over her chest. He only sneered at her and turned his attention to Harry.

"We'll soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort like Black. I can help you there." He extended his hand towards Harry, and Lellian glanced to him as Harry glared back at him.

"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks."

"And you are definitely the wrong sort." Lellian said as Draco glares. Before he could retort, however, McGonagall had returned and smacks him on the shoulder with a paper. He retreated with one last glare at them.

"We're ready for you now." McGonagall led them through two large doors and into the Great Hall, where there are four long tables with many kids, as well as floating candles. The roof appears to be the sky. Somewhere from behind her place in line, she could hear Hermione saying, "It's not real, the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History."

"Alright, will you wait along here, please?" The line came to a halt before her. Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words." Attention was directed to an old man who stood up from the main table. Lellian recognized him from the card on the train. This was Dumbledore. She was sure of it.

"I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce. The first years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch," He signals to a ragged old man with a cat who had red eyes, "has asked me to remind you that the 3rd floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you." With that he sat down and a stool was placed before the lined up students with a ragged looking hat sitting on it. Lellian looked to Ron and Harry confused.

"What is with the hat?" She asked in a whispered voice. Harry shrugged his shoulders as well.

"It's the Sorting Hat."

"Sorting Hat?" Ron nods at her.

"It looks into our heads to see which of the deeming qualities we have for the four Houses then places us there." He explained briefly before the two were silenced by the hat suddenly beginning to speak! Er, sing!

"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!"

Well that explained a lot. Everyone clapped. Lellian thought hard about which of these qualities she had. "When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses." McGonagall then picked up a scroll and unrolled it before using her other hand to grab the top of the hat. "Hermione Granger." Lellian looked behind her and moved as Hermione came forward.

"Oh, no. Okay, relax." Hermione whisper to herself.

"Mental that one, I'm telling you." Harry and Lellian nod in agreement as McGonagall set the hat on Hermione's head.

"Ah, right then...hmm...right. Okay. Gryffindor!" A roar of cheers erupted from one of the tables as Hermione jumps off with a smile and another name is called.

"Draco Malfoy." Lellian scowled as Draco saunters up proudly. The tattered hat nearly freaks before touching down on Draco's head.

"SLYTHERIN!"

"There isn't a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin." Lellian bit her bottom lip as she thought of Regulus. Someone who had died long ago before she was born but was Sirius's brother. He was a Slytherin and had become a Death Eater for Voldemort. Yet even then he had gone against the dark lord. She reminded herself.

"Susan Bones." A small, redhead goes up as Harry and Lellian look around them. Harry nudges her as he spots a black haired, pale teacher. Blinking, Lellian turned and faced this teacher.

"He's staring at you." She whispered softly as he suddenly hissed and placed a hand on his forehead over his scar. Drawing Lellian's attention to him with Ron.

"Ahh!"

"Harry, what is it?"

"Nothing. It's nothing, I'm fine." She looked at him and gave him a look that said she wasn't buying it.

"Let's see...I know. Hufflepuff!" Susan Bones jumped off the stool with a smile and made her way to the table with the loudest cheers.

"Ronald Weasley." Ron gulps and walks up. He sits down and the hat is put on.

"Ah! Another Weasley. I know just where to put you. Gryffindor!" Cheering came from the Gryffindor table and Lellian smiled as he walked over to his brothers.

"Lellian Black." She froze and felt Harry push her forward a bit. She stole a quick glance to Dumbledore and Hagrid and saw them sit up a bit at her name being called. Taking a deep breath, she walked up to the stool and sat down. She gasped as the hat was placed on her head. "Hmm, difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see thirst to get what you want through any means not a bad mind either. There's talent in this one, oh yes." The poor girl looked frightened as she tried to look up at the hat upon her head as it spoke. "But where to put you."

"Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin. Anywhere but Slytherin."

"Not Slytherin? They could help you, you know. They're as cunning as you." Lellian shook her head a little bit. "No? Very well then! Better be…GRYFFINDOR!" She visibly relaxed and smiled as she got up and darted for the cheering table.

"Harry Potter." Everything goes silent as Harry walk up and sits down. The hat is placed upon his head. "Aah. Another one. Hmm, yes, difficult, very difficult just like her. Plenty of courage in you as well I see. Both of you have not a bad mind, either. There's talent for you both, oh yes, but you have thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you?"

"Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin." Harry whispered over and over.

"Not Slytherin, eh? You too? Are you sure? You could be great, you know. Its all here in your head. And Slytherin will help you on your way to greatness! There's no doubt about that! No?"

"Not Slytherin...anything but Slytherin." He whispered again.

"Well, if you're sure, then it would be wise to place the two of you together. GRYFFINDOR!" Harry sighed in relief and smiled. There is an immense cheering as he left to the Gryffindor table. When he gets there, Fred and George start cheering.

"We got Potter! We got Potter!" Lellian stood up with them, laughing, and was doing a little dance. Harry laughed and sat down beside her.