hello people. I haven't updated for a long time (kinda growing outta it), but I thought of this, so yeah. It's Divergent and Harry Potter AU, and everything is same until the sorting.

Harry POV:

"Potter, Harry!"

As Professor McGonagall yelled out my name on the parchment, my throat knotted up. How can I choose? which house was I? Hufflepuff? Gryffindor, or...Slytherin? It was so hard to choose. As I rose up, a murmur rang against me, and people were all looking at me, pointing at me, staring at me with whispers of, "There's the boy-who-lived!" and, "There's his scar!". I never got that much attention before, Uncle Vernon banned me against it. They hated attention, at least from me.

Of course, by first choice is to look away. Or did I? I drew myself to my tallest, and ate up the comments. Did I want to prove myself, that I was worthy of their glance, that I wasn't just famous because of a little thing I did when I was young, that I would be famous still if I wasn't the boy-who-lived?

Yes, I wanted to.

As I walked up and sat on the stool, I felt the sorting hat flop down my head. All at once, the chitter chatter cute silence around me, muffed, blocked by the dark leather. I was in my own thoughts know. I can say anything now.

my, my, my boy, Harry Potter is it?

Wow, I was impressed that an old leather hat could first talk, know it know my name? what magic.

pfft. of course, Harry. I listen to the news. And I AM magic.

I jumped. "Y-you can hear my mind?" I thought

yes Potter, I can hear your mind. Though it is far more fast than the other children of your age.

"So, if you can...you know where to put me?" I asked hopefully. "Cuz I have no idea."

I-Give me a second. Your thoughts are extremely fast, I'm having a hard time catching up with you.

I tried imagining how do one, or...a hat try catching up with a mind.

now now, no thinking. Perhaps it would be better if you stop thinking, and let. me do the thinking.

I relaxed my mind, and closed my eyes. Time trickled out. one minute, two minute, three minute... every now and then, I felt as if my thoughts and memories were being plucked out. I saw flashbacks. The time Dudley kicked me in the shin. The time I fell down a staircase. The time...Wait...no, not that one.

Suddenly, I felt searing pain in my forehead, I yelped as I brought my hand to my forehead.

Woah, Woah! Easy! Get your hand off!

"Easy for you to say!" I hissed, and put it down. All at once, I felt annoyed. This was annoying. Why the houses? Why at 11? Why should I have to pick one?! and my forehead was hurting. And I can't touch it. And this is giving me a headache. And it's hot inside the hat. And I have someone literally plucking my thoughts.

Oh...OH no. That's NOT a good though. no, oh no, this is hard...

"Just put me anywhere and I'll deal with it." I groaned. What if I'm in Hufflepuff, or Slytherin? What if Ron didn't want to be my friend? I'll deal with it. I just wanted to get outta here.

Exactly the problem. You define traits of all houses, EQUALLY, but at the same time, you don't have your personal choice. You're brave, bold, the traits of a Gryffindor, but at the same time have a thirst for knowledge, the traits of a Slytherin and Ravenclaw. You are loyal, and wish not for your power to be used in the wrong hands, Hufflepuff. But, You wish for adventure, which is not a trait of Hufflepuff. Wait, do I have to? was it a must? could it have to be?

On normal circumstances, I would have been scared, would have been nervous that I can't fit right in. But ever since I got in Hogwarts, my thoughts changed. Something was calling me; pulling me into him, her, or...it. I didn't feel scared, nor the oddball, something was whispering to me, telling me that, hey, don't move, I'm coming for you. But, it wasn't Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff...nor Slytherin. Something beyond that. Beyond these simple houses that meant nothing to me. Nothing but places to fit in. And I stuck out.

"You want to know where to put me?" I said suddenly, angrily, not desperate to get out, but pissed off, annoyed. "Neither! Put me in neither! Don't put me anywhere, I don't fit these!"

The sorting hat was silent for a moment, then, it chuckled. In the deep, woolen fabric of the hat, I heard it's voice, muffled though clear as water, cutting through the now silent great hall, as it opened its mouth.

"Divergent!"

So, how was it? RRR! I might continue it, if there are reviews.