A/N. this is my last happy one. it is more happy than the previous =]
Where do I belong?
Every first year sits upon the sorting stool,
Waiting for the hat to rule.
Which House do I fit?
Where do I belong?
Those are questions many have asked.
When I asked this,
The hat was amiss.
But it spoke to me,
This is how it decided where I should be.
"Ah, young Lupin I am sure of that,
You are the first werewolf under this hat.
A dark creature, yet I see,
This is not who you want to be.
A nice sized brain, and lots of smarts,
Will do you good in Ravenclaw,
But there are many different parts.
A gentle soul for Hufflepuff,
But you argue, 'that is not enough.'
Slytherin, for a wolf inside,
No you say? Not your choice of a good ride?
Gryffindor, you are brave.
I assure you your smarts will rave.
Definitely, you will do well,
Maybe even some new friends dwell,
In.."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
That is how I came to be,
A fellow guy, and a mystery.
One of the famous quartet,
Always for the good.
Now I am glad,
I asked the hat.