Harry Potter, A Slytherin?
The Sorting Hat
And they saw it Hogwarts! It was and amazing site, it sat on the other side of the lake and had so many towers Harry suspected that it was properly held up by magic. The fleet of tiny boats glided across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Every one was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.
"Heads down!" Yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff, they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy which hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They went through a dark tunnel, which must be under the castle Harry thought, until they reached a harbour underground. "Oy, you there! Is this your toad?" Hagrid called to a podgy round boy. "Trevor!" Cried the boy blissfully, holding out his hands.
The clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last on to the smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of Hogwarts. They walked up a flight of stone steps until coming to a huge oak door. "Every one here? You still got yer toad?". Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.
The door swung open at once. A tall, black haired witch in emerald green robes was standing there, she gave Harry the impression she was not some one you should cross. "The firs'-years, Professor McGonagall" said Hagrid.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."
She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big you could have fitted the Dursleys house inside. The walls were lit with torches, like the one's in Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors. Professor McGonagall led them up the stairs and the sounds of a hundred or so feet could be heard echoing all around the hall. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from the door way to his right- the rest of the school must already be in there - but the Professor lead them into a small empty chamber off the hall.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you can take your places in the Great Hall you must be sorted into your houses, the sorting is a very special ceremony because while you are here your house is like your home you will sleep house dormitory, take classes with your house , your achievements will gain your house points while misbehaviour will lose you points. The house with the most points at the end of term will win the house cup. There are four houses Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. Each house has it's own noble history, and all have produced out standing witches and wizards. The sorting ceremony will take place in front of the rest of the school, once you are sorted you will take your place at your house table. And I suggest that you tidy your selves up while you are waiting".
"I shall return when we are ready for you" The Professor finished. "Please wait quietly". She left the chamber and Harry swallowed. "Do you know how they sort us?" He asked Draco. "Oh don't worry, all you have to is put some stupid old hat and it shouts out what house you should go in, my farther told me". Harry felt like a weight lift off his shoulders his was about to say thanks to Draco for telling him, but some boy with red hair cut him off. "Oh don't be stupid, it's not going to be a stupid hat my brothers told me it's much worse".
"So who are you, oh I can guess red hair, freckles your a Weasley aren't you". "What's it to you anyway" The boy said rudely. "Just wondering," Draco said coldly red spots of anger appearing on his high cheekbones, "I'm Malfoy anyway, Draco Malfoy.".
The boy let out a snigger. "Something funny Weasley?" Snapped Draco. "Only your name, I've heard some nasty stories about your Dad, wasn't he on trial a few years ago?". "What my Father did is no concern of yours. Keep your business to yourself. "Draco hissed turning away from the boys jeering face.
"Who was that?" Harry asked curiously, frowning at the red head. "One of the Weasley family, my Father and his don't get on very well, he seems to think it appropriate to take it out on me". At that moment Professor McGonagall came back through the doors. "Now form a line" she told the first years "and follow me". Feeling oddly as if his legs had turned to lead, Harry got in to line behind a sandy haired boy with Draco behind him, and they walked out of the chamber into the Great Hall.
Harry had never imagined such a strange and splendid place. The hall was lit by thousands of candles that were floating in mid-air over four long tables, which had the rest of the students sitting at them. These tables were all laid with glittering gold plates and goblets. At front of the hall there was another table where the teachers were sitting. Draco poked Harry in the back and pointed to the ceiling, Harry looked up and was enchanted by the sight of thousands of stars on the ceiling, He was going to ask Draco who had painted it when he heard a girl with bushy hair saying. " It's bewitched to look like the sky out side, I read it in Hogwarts A History".
Harry quickly looked down again as Professor McGonagall silently placed a four legged stool in front of the first years. On the top of the of the stool she put an old wizards hat. Harry noted with quiet satisfaction that the look of superiority had vanished from the Weasley's face. A few of the other students were nudging each other, pointing at Weasley and giggling The boy must have noticed him grinning and scowled back at him fiercely.
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 judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can top 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 of 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 it's song. It bowed to each of the four houses and then became quite still again. Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment. "When I call your name, you will but the hat on 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 moments pause-
"HUFFLEPUFF!" Shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
"Arecain, Christopher!" Called McGonagall
Harry watched as Chris walked out of the line and sat down with the hat on, once again there was a moments pause and the hat shouted-
"SLYTHERIN!"
Chris took the hat off and went to sit with the others Slytherins who were all cheering.
About twenty other names were called out, twenty different people approaching the hat with various degrees of nervousness. Harry was finally jerked out of his daydream over which house he'd go into when Draco elbowed past him in response to "Malfoy, Draco." Draco was lucky, the hat had been on his head only seconds before it declared him to be a Slytherin. Harry's mind was definitely made up now. Two of his new friends had gone into Slytherin house, he was going to aim for that.
"Potter, Harry."
Ignoring the bushfire of whispers that was breaking out behind him Harry approached the stool, legs shaking.
"Hello Potter Harry," chirped a voice in his ear, "having a nice day?"
"Yes I suppose," thought Harry.
"Hmmm....." The hat appeared to be thinking. Harry sat there staring into the inky blackness of the hat's lining for a good thirty seconds before it chose to speak.
"Well Harry, you're a difficult one to place. A good mind, plenty of courage and oh yes that's a nice desire to prove yourself. Full of ambition are we Harry?"
"Yes."
"So I think Slytherin would be the place for you, don't you agree?" Even though he did Harry didn't have the chance to say so before the hat shouted "SLYTHERIN!" to the hall as a whole. As Harry removed the hat he could here whispers all around the hall but he didn't care, there was silence for about 30 seconds until the Slytherins realised what had happend, and any whispers where drowned out by there cheers a Harry made his way over to their table.
"Well done Harry, best house of them all I mean it's got US init hasn't it" Draco said grinning, along with some of the larger Slytherins.
Harry didn't really pay attention to the sorting until the name "Weasley, Ronald!" Was calle out, and Harry watched as the red head went up to the stool and put the hat over his head. While he was sorted Harry whispered to Draco "I hope that fool isn't in our house". "Don't worry, you see that large crowd of red heads over there" he said, pointing to the Gryffindor table "there all Weasley, he'll be in Gryffindor with the rest of them". And sure enough, no more than two seconds later the hat screamed "GRYFFINDOR!"
The last name on the list "Zabini, Blasie" came forward to try on the hat. When it finally called out Slytherin and she removed the hat Harry was struck by her long dark mass of balck curls and large dark eyes. He soon remember to clap however as she went over to join them, Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment and took away the sorting hat. Harry looked down at his plate, it had just struck him how hungry he was.
Albus Dumbledore had got yo his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms open wide, as if nothing could of pleased him more than to see them all there. "Welcome!" he said "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blunder! Oddment! Tweak!, thank you. And now to our food!"
Harry looked at the plates, suddenly they were filled with food and the goblets with drinks. Harry looked up and down his house table, at last he felt at home!
The Sorting Hat
And they saw it Hogwarts! It was and amazing site, it sat on the other side of the lake and had so many towers Harry suspected that it was properly held up by magic. The fleet of tiny boats glided across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Every one was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.
"Heads down!" Yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff, they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy which hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They went through a dark tunnel, which must be under the castle Harry thought, until they reached a harbour underground. "Oy, you there! Is this your toad?" Hagrid called to a podgy round boy. "Trevor!" Cried the boy blissfully, holding out his hands.
The clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last on to the smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of Hogwarts. They walked up a flight of stone steps until coming to a huge oak door. "Every one here? You still got yer toad?". Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.
The door swung open at once. A tall, black haired witch in emerald green robes was standing there, she gave Harry the impression she was not some one you should cross. "The firs'-years, Professor McGonagall" said Hagrid.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."
She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big you could have fitted the Dursleys house inside. The walls were lit with torches, like the one's in Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors. Professor McGonagall led them up the stairs and the sounds of a hundred or so feet could be heard echoing all around the hall. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from the door way to his right- the rest of the school must already be in there - but the Professor lead them into a small empty chamber off the hall.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you can take your places in the Great Hall you must be sorted into your houses, the sorting is a very special ceremony because while you are here your house is like your home you will sleep house dormitory, take classes with your house , your achievements will gain your house points while misbehaviour will lose you points. The house with the most points at the end of term will win the house cup. There are four houses Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. Each house has it's own noble history, and all have produced out standing witches and wizards. The sorting ceremony will take place in front of the rest of the school, once you are sorted you will take your place at your house table. And I suggest that you tidy your selves up while you are waiting".
"I shall return when we are ready for you" The Professor finished. "Please wait quietly". She left the chamber and Harry swallowed. "Do you know how they sort us?" He asked Draco. "Oh don't worry, all you have to is put some stupid old hat and it shouts out what house you should go in, my farther told me". Harry felt like a weight lift off his shoulders his was about to say thanks to Draco for telling him, but some boy with red hair cut him off. "Oh don't be stupid, it's not going to be a stupid hat my brothers told me it's much worse".
"So who are you, oh I can guess red hair, freckles your a Weasley aren't you". "What's it to you anyway" The boy said rudely. "Just wondering," Draco said coldly red spots of anger appearing on his high cheekbones, "I'm Malfoy anyway, Draco Malfoy.".
The boy let out a snigger. "Something funny Weasley?" Snapped Draco. "Only your name, I've heard some nasty stories about your Dad, wasn't he on trial a few years ago?". "What my Father did is no concern of yours. Keep your business to yourself. "Draco hissed turning away from the boys jeering face.
"Who was that?" Harry asked curiously, frowning at the red head. "One of the Weasley family, my Father and his don't get on very well, he seems to think it appropriate to take it out on me". At that moment Professor McGonagall came back through the doors. "Now form a line" she told the first years "and follow me". Feeling oddly as if his legs had turned to lead, Harry got in to line behind a sandy haired boy with Draco behind him, and they walked out of the chamber into the Great Hall.
Harry had never imagined such a strange and splendid place. The hall was lit by thousands of candles that were floating in mid-air over four long tables, which had the rest of the students sitting at them. These tables were all laid with glittering gold plates and goblets. At front of the hall there was another table where the teachers were sitting. Draco poked Harry in the back and pointed to the ceiling, Harry looked up and was enchanted by the sight of thousands of stars on the ceiling, He was going to ask Draco who had painted it when he heard a girl with bushy hair saying. " It's bewitched to look like the sky out side, I read it in Hogwarts A History".
Harry quickly looked down again as Professor McGonagall silently placed a four legged stool in front of the first years. On the top of the of the stool she put an old wizards hat. Harry noted with quiet satisfaction that the look of superiority had vanished from the Weasley's face. A few of the other students were nudging each other, pointing at Weasley and giggling The boy must have noticed him grinning and scowled back at him fiercely.
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 judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can top 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 of 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 it's song. It bowed to each of the four houses and then became quite still again. Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment. "When I call your name, you will but the hat on 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 moments pause-
"HUFFLEPUFF!" Shouted the hat.
The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.
"Arecain, Christopher!" Called McGonagall
Harry watched as Chris walked out of the line and sat down with the hat on, once again there was a moments pause and the hat shouted-
"SLYTHERIN!"
Chris took the hat off and went to sit with the others Slytherins who were all cheering.
About twenty other names were called out, twenty different people approaching the hat with various degrees of nervousness. Harry was finally jerked out of his daydream over which house he'd go into when Draco elbowed past him in response to "Malfoy, Draco." Draco was lucky, the hat had been on his head only seconds before it declared him to be a Slytherin. Harry's mind was definitely made up now. Two of his new friends had gone into Slytherin house, he was going to aim for that.
"Potter, Harry."
Ignoring the bushfire of whispers that was breaking out behind him Harry approached the stool, legs shaking.
"Hello Potter Harry," chirped a voice in his ear, "having a nice day?"
"Yes I suppose," thought Harry.
"Hmmm....." The hat appeared to be thinking. Harry sat there staring into the inky blackness of the hat's lining for a good thirty seconds before it chose to speak.
"Well Harry, you're a difficult one to place. A good mind, plenty of courage and oh yes that's a nice desire to prove yourself. Full of ambition are we Harry?"
"Yes."
"So I think Slytherin would be the place for you, don't you agree?" Even though he did Harry didn't have the chance to say so before the hat shouted "SLYTHERIN!" to the hall as a whole. As Harry removed the hat he could here whispers all around the hall but he didn't care, there was silence for about 30 seconds until the Slytherins realised what had happend, and any whispers where drowned out by there cheers a Harry made his way over to their table.
"Well done Harry, best house of them all I mean it's got US init hasn't it" Draco said grinning, along with some of the larger Slytherins.
Harry didn't really pay attention to the sorting until the name "Weasley, Ronald!" Was calle out, and Harry watched as the red head went up to the stool and put the hat over his head. While he was sorted Harry whispered to Draco "I hope that fool isn't in our house". "Don't worry, you see that large crowd of red heads over there" he said, pointing to the Gryffindor table "there all Weasley, he'll be in Gryffindor with the rest of them". And sure enough, no more than two seconds later the hat screamed "GRYFFINDOR!"
The last name on the list "Zabini, Blasie" came forward to try on the hat. When it finally called out Slytherin and she removed the hat Harry was struck by her long dark mass of balck curls and large dark eyes. He soon remember to clap however as she went over to join them, Professor McGonagall rolled up the parchment and took away the sorting hat. Harry looked down at his plate, it had just struck him how hungry he was.
Albus Dumbledore had got yo his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms open wide, as if nothing could of pleased him more than to see them all there. "Welcome!" he said "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blunder! Oddment! Tweak!, thank you. And now to our food!"
Harry looked at the plates, suddenly they were filled with food and the goblets with drinks. Harry looked up and down his house table, at last he felt at home!