One Hundred Drabbles of Hogwarts Students Chapter Ten: Sorting Hat 1

Author's Note: I do not own Harry Potter or Hogwarts, I only own the OCs.

Hogwarts, some seven-hundred-and-five years earlier. First person POV: Harold Brown.

I stood amongst my fellow First-Years, nervous over what to come in the future, questions forming in my head, of what the teachers could be like, what House I could be in. We were being sorted, and right now, the "A"s has just gone, and right now, as the "B"s were being sorted, my heart pounding louder as the roll came closer to my name. As a girl with brown hair was sorted into Hufflepuff, I knew that my name will be called out next. "Harold Brown!" the person holding the scroll called, and that moment, I knew that I was going to be sorted. As the witch holding the scroll put the hat on my head, I knew that my future was going to change. Hello, Mr. Brown the hat said to me, as I sat on the stool. Well, where shall I put you, Mr. Brown. I couldn't think of what to say when the hat said You're very brave, arent you,well, you're more Chilvarous, but it's your temper that's going to be a problem, so as for the House, you are more suited to Gryffindor. At that moment I jumped off, relieved that I've been sorted, and as I sat at the Gryffindor table, I made a vow in my head that I'll be one of the best Gryffindors around.

Note: In this Chapter, Harold's thoughts are in normal font while the Sorting Hat's lines are in italics. There will be more First-Person drabbles up soon. Can't believe I done three drabbles today and ninety more of this to go.