Disclaimer: Okay time to go again. J.K. Rowling owns Hogwarts, and Harry
Potter and all of his friends. Leni owns Lenna Dumbledore, and Matthew
Carni, and I own Jammar Starlines-Potter and the plot.
A/N: PLEASE ENJOY! And as a reminder I'm going to use part of the sorting ceremony from the book but I shall redo most of it starting from the c's. Also I would like to apologize but I didn't know how to get the sorting hat's song to post properly.
Chapter 4
For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth - and the hat began to sing:
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty, But don't you judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat then 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 folk 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!"
The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.
"So we've just got to try on the hat!" Jammar heard the redhead whisper to the other boy. "I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll."
Jammar smiled weakly. Yes, trying on the hat was a lot better than having to do a spell, but he did wish they could have tried it on without everyone watching. The hat seemed to be asking rather a lot; Jammar didn't feel brave or quick-witted or any of it at the moment. If only the hat had mentioned a house for people who felt a bit queasy, that would have been the one for her.
Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"
A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moment's pause -
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Jammar saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
"Bones, Susan!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.
"Boot, Terry!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them.
"Brocklehurst, Mandy!" went to Ravenclaw too, but "Brown, Lavender!" became the first new Gryffindor and the table on the far left exploded with cheers; Jammar could see a couple of twin brothers (who looked strangely like the you redheaded boy) catcalling.
"Bulstrode, Millicent!" then became a Slytherin. Perhaps it was Jammar's imagination, after all she'd head about Slytherin, but she thought they looked like an unpleasant lot.
"Carni, Matthew!" Jammar noticed the boy immediately as he walked up to the stool. She just couldn't keep her eyes off of him.
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat called out the second it touched his head.
The boy headed quickly over to the Slytherin table, stopping only momentarily to sneer at a girl as she herself was called up to the hat.
"Carni, Lenna!" she also seemed quite nervous as she made her way to the hat and she looked almost as sick as Jammar felt right at that moment.
Just as the boy before her the hat called out the second it touched her head, "GRYFFINDOR!" and happily she got up and made her way to the table.
The names and houses went on an on. Jammar looked up when Hermione was called up.
"Granger, Hermione!"
Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat.
Jammar began to stare off into the ceiling as the names and houses continued to be called.
A blonde haired boy name Draco Malfoy swaggered forward when his name was called: the hat barely touched his head as well when it screamed "SLYTHERIN!"
There weren't many people left now but Jammar just stood there nervously listening.
A thought struck her as they approached the p's. What name would they call her up by? The name she was given at birth was Jammar Potter but the name she'd grown up with was Starlines. *Well, * she thought to herself, *I'll find out soon enough I guess. *
The names slowly made their way along, and then, at last -
"Potter, Harry!"
Jammar took a step forward then stopped. They said Harry. Could it be? Could the black haired boy she'd been standing so close to the whole time be her twin brother? She didn't seem to be the only one talking about him.
As he stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.
"Potter, did she say?"
"The Harry Potter?"
Jammar watched the boy sit on the stool nervously gripping the edges of it, seeming to be concentrating hard on something.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted after almost a minute.
Harry took off the hat and walked shakily towards the Gryffindor table. He looked so relieved to have been chosen for Gryffindor.
Harry sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff he'd seen earlier. The ghost patted his arm, and he noticeably shivered.
"Potter, Jammar!" Professor McGonagall called out when the hall finally quieted down, only causing more whispers to erupt.
The only thing Jammar heard as she walked to the stool was the quiet whispers, but one stood out above them all to her ears, "I thought she was dead?" She couldn't believe it. The students knew about her and thought that she was dead?
The last thing Jammar saw before the hat dropped over her eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at her, like she had seen them do for Harry. She waited.
"Hmm," said a small voice in her head. "Another Potter! Difficult. You are exactly like your brother. A lot of courage and a great mind. The two of you would be great together. Slytherin doing wonders for that greatness."
Jammar found herself thinking, *Not Slytherin, not Slytherin."
"Not Slytherin eh?" said the small voice. "Just like your brother. You both could be great. But I shall place you with him," she heard it pause for a moment before shouting to the hall, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Jammar smiled taking the hat off and placing back on the seat. She quickly made her way to the Gryffindor table barely hearing the wild applause around her.
She sat down beside Harry, who was just staring at her with shock shining in his eyes.
"Who are you?" he whispered to her quietly.
"My name's Jammar Potter," she replied.
"I know that but.well.are you related to me?" he asked seeming very shy.
Just as Jammar went to answer Professor Albus Dumbledore stood up to speak. He stood there arms open wide, beaming down at all of the students. It seemed as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all sitting there.
A/N: I hope you guys liked it. PLEASE R&R!! No more until I get a couple of reviews. I write for the fun of it put I put it up for people to enjoy and to learn from others. but I can't tell how well I'm doing without some reviews. Like I said I need some reviews before I'll continue. and I hope to at least double what I have now.
A/N: PLEASE ENJOY! And as a reminder I'm going to use part of the sorting ceremony from the book but I shall redo most of it starting from the c's. Also I would like to apologize but I didn't know how to get the sorting hat's song to post properly.
Chapter 4
For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth - and the hat began to sing:
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty, But don't you judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat then 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 folk 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!"
The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.
"So we've just got to try on the hat!" Jammar heard the redhead whisper to the other boy. "I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll."
Jammar smiled weakly. Yes, trying on the hat was a lot better than having to do a spell, but he did wish they could have tried it on without everyone watching. The hat seemed to be asking rather a lot; Jammar didn't feel brave or quick-witted or any of it at the moment. If only the hat had mentioned a house for people who felt a bit queasy, that would have been the one for her.
Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"
A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moment's pause -
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Jammar saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
"Bones, Susan!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.
"Boot, Terry!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them.
"Brocklehurst, Mandy!" went to Ravenclaw too, but "Brown, Lavender!" became the first new Gryffindor and the table on the far left exploded with cheers; Jammar could see a couple of twin brothers (who looked strangely like the you redheaded boy) catcalling.
"Bulstrode, Millicent!" then became a Slytherin. Perhaps it was Jammar's imagination, after all she'd head about Slytherin, but she thought they looked like an unpleasant lot.
"Carni, Matthew!" Jammar noticed the boy immediately as he walked up to the stool. She just couldn't keep her eyes off of him.
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat called out the second it touched his head.
The boy headed quickly over to the Slytherin table, stopping only momentarily to sneer at a girl as she herself was called up to the hat.
"Carni, Lenna!" she also seemed quite nervous as she made her way to the hat and she looked almost as sick as Jammar felt right at that moment.
Just as the boy before her the hat called out the second it touched her head, "GRYFFINDOR!" and happily she got up and made her way to the table.
The names and houses went on an on. Jammar looked up when Hermione was called up.
"Granger, Hermione!"
Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head.
"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat.
Jammar began to stare off into the ceiling as the names and houses continued to be called.
A blonde haired boy name Draco Malfoy swaggered forward when his name was called: the hat barely touched his head as well when it screamed "SLYTHERIN!"
There weren't many people left now but Jammar just stood there nervously listening.
A thought struck her as they approached the p's. What name would they call her up by? The name she was given at birth was Jammar Potter but the name she'd grown up with was Starlines. *Well, * she thought to herself, *I'll find out soon enough I guess. *
The names slowly made their way along, and then, at last -
"Potter, Harry!"
Jammar took a step forward then stopped. They said Harry. Could it be? Could the black haired boy she'd been standing so close to the whole time be her twin brother? She didn't seem to be the only one talking about him.
As he stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.
"Potter, did she say?"
"The Harry Potter?"
Jammar watched the boy sit on the stool nervously gripping the edges of it, seeming to be concentrating hard on something.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted after almost a minute.
Harry took off the hat and walked shakily towards the Gryffindor table. He looked so relieved to have been chosen for Gryffindor.
Harry sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff he'd seen earlier. The ghost patted his arm, and he noticeably shivered.
"Potter, Jammar!" Professor McGonagall called out when the hall finally quieted down, only causing more whispers to erupt.
The only thing Jammar heard as she walked to the stool was the quiet whispers, but one stood out above them all to her ears, "I thought she was dead?" She couldn't believe it. The students knew about her and thought that she was dead?
The last thing Jammar saw before the hat dropped over her eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at her, like she had seen them do for Harry. She waited.
"Hmm," said a small voice in her head. "Another Potter! Difficult. You are exactly like your brother. A lot of courage and a great mind. The two of you would be great together. Slytherin doing wonders for that greatness."
Jammar found herself thinking, *Not Slytherin, not Slytherin."
"Not Slytherin eh?" said the small voice. "Just like your brother. You both could be great. But I shall place you with him," she heard it pause for a moment before shouting to the hall, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Jammar smiled taking the hat off and placing back on the seat. She quickly made her way to the Gryffindor table barely hearing the wild applause around her.
She sat down beside Harry, who was just staring at her with shock shining in his eyes.
"Who are you?" he whispered to her quietly.
"My name's Jammar Potter," she replied.
"I know that but.well.are you related to me?" he asked seeming very shy.
Just as Jammar went to answer Professor Albus Dumbledore stood up to speak. He stood there arms open wide, beaming down at all of the students. It seemed as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all sitting there.
A/N: I hope you guys liked it. PLEASE R&R!! No more until I get a couple of reviews. I write for the fun of it put I put it up for people to enjoy and to learn from others. but I can't tell how well I'm doing without some reviews. Like I said I need some reviews before I'll continue. and I hope to at least double what I have now.