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A True Ravenclaw at Heart

Chapter 2-The Sorting Hat's Opinion

It was October. Daphne and I had started falling apart. Daphne had made her own friends and I was all alone again. I felt more doubtful about Ravenclaws than ever and I started to stray away from everything. I fell behind on homework and class and never had enough sleep. One day Professor Mcgonagall phraphs noticing my non-active behavior asked me to stay behind.

"Professor? You said you wanted to see me?" I said kind of nervous for Professor McGonagall was the scariest professor(excluding Professor Snape of course).

"Yes," Professor McGonagall said. I braced myself for the worst. But it did not come. All Professor McGonagall asked me kindly was, "Are you all right? I've seen you….be a little...off these days."

I gulped. My whole head and body was telling me to tell her everything but a small part of my brain denied, growing the fears surrounding me. Soon I had given in to that once-upon-a-life small part and only said, "Sorry, Professor. I'll try harder"

And I tried to leave the classroom before she could say anything else. But Professor McGonagall caught my shoulder saying, "Wait. That's not the only reason I called you. Professor Dumbledore requests your presence."

She took me by the shoulder and led me to Professor Dumbledore's office. The whole way my heart went thump thump thump and scary thought came to my brain. Lots of scary thoughts. 'What if he's going to expel me? What if he says there's a mistake and put me back on the train to London? I don't want to go home. Dad and mom's going to be fighting and I'm going to be in trouble all the time….' I thought to myself.

When I got to Dumbledore's office Dumbledore wasn't there. Instead there was the sorting hat sitting on his desk. It started talking to me.

"Dumbledore will be seeing you soon," it said, "But I see your having some trouble"

"No," I said a little too quickly.

"Tit, tit, tit. You're quite deniable, aren't you?" it asked.

I didn't say anything. "Another young boy had some trouble with his house too, you know,' it said, "You would know him. He's quite famous you know."

"Who is he?" I asked, wanting to keep him away from talking about me.

"Ah...I guess it wouldn't do any trouble telling you. Would it?" The Sorting Hat asked.

"No, of course not!" I said now curious.

"Well it was Harry Potter if you must know," the Sorting Hat said.

I blinked confused. I had heard that Harry Potter had defeated You-Know-Who when he was just a baby and that he had lots of friends. Plus, he had ended up in Gryffindor, which everyone said, was the best house. I was confused as to why Harry Potter would have trouble with his house.

The Sorting Hat seemed to read my thoughts and said, "You're wondering why young Mr. Potter would have trouble with his house."

"Yes," I said, "I mean he's in the best house. And he has loads of friends. I wish I was him sometimes."

The Sorting Hat chuckled saying, "I'm sure Mr. Potter feels the same way about you. The poor young boy."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Tut tut tut," the Sorting Hat tutted. "You are so ignorant. So young and naive. You do not realize how much Mr. Potter has lost. Oh, and I'm just here to tell you that Dumbledore is out today. You won't see him until next week. Come back next Monday."

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That night I cried as I always did every night. But this night it was different. I felt angry at myself but sad at the same time. All my emotions rolled around me in a huge swirl. I felt a tornado of emotions. I felt angry at myself not being able to face my fears and I thought bitterly: maybe that's why I'm not in Gryffindor. And maybe that's why I'm in Ravenclaw. The house of wise and logic they say. But what they truly mean, what it truly is is a house of loners. Weirdos. Know-it-alls. I sighed. Would I ever belong anywhere?

As I was sobbing a voice came from above. "Are you alright?" it asked.

I was surprised. "I…." I stuttered. I quickly wiped my tears embarrassed.

"Don't be embarrassed," said the girl as if reading my mind.

"I'm not embarrassed," I said quietly.

The girl laughed softly not in a mean kind of way but in a nice and soft kind of way. "It's alright," she said.

By then I didn't know what to say. Didn't know what to do. So I just stayed quiet. Luckily the girl talked.

"Hey," she said, "You should get some sleep. But tomorrow I can show you the way around. I kinda know the stuff around here."

Grateful for somebody I told her, "Thanks. Good night." And pulled my covers up again. Inside my covers some part of me thought that this might just be a practical joke but the other part of me was desperate. Desperate to find myself again. To find my true self. I didn't care what the sorting hat said. I didn't care what anyone said. This time I would show them my true self. And maybe just maybe other people would follow my lead. Maybe the Ravenclaw house wouldn't just be loners anymore. I could change this. I could be a part of something. Just like I wanted.