Enjoy my attempt at a sorting hat song. (Please don't laugh too hard).
Chapter Two
"Did I say that?"
"AS good as."
"Did I say it though?"
"You said that you didn't go to Bulgaria because you had better things to do in the summer than chase around after Vicky."
"Ah hem!"
"Viktor."
"So I didn't say I hadn't seen him."
"Well unless he came to see you- hang on. He came to see you?"
"My lips are sealed."
"But..."
Harry Potter had had enough. "Will you two give it a rest?" He snapped at his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They had done nothing on the train but squabble and now in the Great Hall of Hogwart's, surrounded by Gryffindors, it was no different. Harry was sick of it.
"Thank you." He muttered as they fell quiet. There was a silence, which was finally broken by Hermione.
"Oh look! Here come the first years for the sorting."
Their gazes fell on the first years, all of which looked extremely nervous. However, all were completely distracted when Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor house brought in the sorting hat. She placed it on its stool and stood back.
A rip near the brim opened like a mouth:
"Oh welcome on and welcome all,
to Hoggy, Warty, Hogwart's school!
Before you go and join your friends,
(On your house of course your friends depend),
You put me on so I can see
What house you really ought to be.
There's four from which I have to choose,
(don't worry I don't use Ip Dip Do.)
Rowena Ravenclaw, it seemed,
Loved knowledge and so it was deemed,
Those students with that extra flair,
Should straightaway be put in there.
However, if it's bravery,
That rules your heart, (and it could be)
Then don't mistrust me, just feel sure,
That you're like Godric Gryffindor.
Quite often there are students here,
that though are wise and show no fear,
are ambitious, bright and very keen,
and valued by Salizar Slytherin.
And then of course we have the group,
A merry, thoughtful, loyal troop,
They're patient, just, and oh so true,
Helga Hufflepuff, they're just like you.
Well now you've heard the houses dears,
So throw away your doubts and fears.
Just put me on and just relax,
I'll sort you out, 's'matter of fact!
While the hat was reciting each of the houses, the respective tables were yelling "RAVENCLAW!" "GRYFFINDOR!" "SLYTHERIN!" or "HUFFLEPUFF!" at the same time as the sorting hat. Even the first years could sense the rivalry between the houses and were anxious to be sorted and to join in.
At the end of the song, the hat bowed to the four applauding tables and Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, stepped forward carrying a large roll of parchment. Before he could say anything, however, the Headmaster cleared his throat.
The headmaster was Albus Dumbledore, a very old, wise and slightly eccentric man whom Harry, Ron and Hermione greatly respected.
Dumbledore stood up quickly and said: "Before the sorting ceremony begins, could the Gryffindor quidditch team please follow Professor McGonagall. Quickly please."
Harry stood up and followed the rest of his team and the Professor out of the hall.
"And could the Hufflepuff Quidditch team please follow Professor Sprout." The Hufflepuffs stood up and followed the other Professor out of the hall as well.
Ron and Hermione exchanged baffled looks and then turned to watch "Andrews, Caitlin!" being sorted into Ravenclaw.
***
Daphne stood somewhat impatiently in line, as "Cooper, Jake!" was sorted into Gryffindor. To distract herself, she looked around at the banners decorating the walls (there were four of them, each depicting either a badger, snake, lion or raven), and wondered what 'quidditch' was.
***
Harry and the rest of the team returned to their seats as "Glind, Ama" was being sorted into Hufflepuff. Hermione and Ron started on him at once.
"What's going on?"
"Is it to do with the new captain?"
Harry lowered his voice and spoke quickly. "We had to vote for who we wanted as captain. McGonagall already had Wood's vote."
Oliver Wood had been the previous Captain of the quidditch team, and had left two years earlier. They needed a new one.
Ron was going to say something else, but caught McGonagall's eye and fell silent. The three of them sat and watched "Jackson, Marie!" becoming a Slytherin.
Ron suddenly nudged Harry.
"Harry. I forgot. Look, you see that tiny little blond girl on the end? Do you know who that is?"
Harry shook his head.
"Her name's Leonora Malfoy. She's Draco's little sister!"
Hermione and Harry stared at the girl. She looked terrified, and her glance often strayed to the Slytherin table.
***
When it was her turn to be sorted, Leonora squared her shoulders and walked determinedly to the Sorting Hat. Only Harry, Ron, Hermione and Daphne noticed her hands were trembling.
The Sorting Hat took a long time to decide for Leonora. After three minutes, people started grumbling. Most, Ron included, were saying: "Just put her in Slytherin already!" Others were moaning about hunger. Leonora, though nobody could tell, was petrified. If she wasn't put in Slytherin, her father would, well, she didn't want to think about it.
So when she heard the sorting hat shout after five full minutes, she almost fainted.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
There was a stunned silence as Leonora Malfoy placed the sorting hat back on its stool. She walked to the Gryffindor table, her legs shaking, as the entire table suddenly erupted with applause. Most of them were in fits of laughter at the look on Draco's face.
Leonora wasn't laughing as she sat down next to another first year, with bushy brown hair and a friendly face.
"Hi! I'm Daphne Granger." The girl said. "Want to be friends?"
Leonora smiled for the first time since she had received her Hogwart's letter.
"Sure, I don't see why not."
So, what do you think? OK, the song was lame, but what do you want from me? Draco's sister and Hermione's cousin, well that should be interesting. Please r/r.
Chapter Two
"Did I say that?"
"AS good as."
"Did I say it though?"
"You said that you didn't go to Bulgaria because you had better things to do in the summer than chase around after Vicky."
"Ah hem!"
"Viktor."
"So I didn't say I hadn't seen him."
"Well unless he came to see you- hang on. He came to see you?"
"My lips are sealed."
"But..."
Harry Potter had had enough. "Will you two give it a rest?" He snapped at his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They had done nothing on the train but squabble and now in the Great Hall of Hogwart's, surrounded by Gryffindors, it was no different. Harry was sick of it.
"Thank you." He muttered as they fell quiet. There was a silence, which was finally broken by Hermione.
"Oh look! Here come the first years for the sorting."
Their gazes fell on the first years, all of which looked extremely nervous. However, all were completely distracted when Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor house brought in the sorting hat. She placed it on its stool and stood back.
A rip near the brim opened like a mouth:
"Oh welcome on and welcome all,
to Hoggy, Warty, Hogwart's school!
Before you go and join your friends,
(On your house of course your friends depend),
You put me on so I can see
What house you really ought to be.
There's four from which I have to choose,
(don't worry I don't use Ip Dip Do.)
Rowena Ravenclaw, it seemed,
Loved knowledge and so it was deemed,
Those students with that extra flair,
Should straightaway be put in there.
However, if it's bravery,
That rules your heart, (and it could be)
Then don't mistrust me, just feel sure,
That you're like Godric Gryffindor.
Quite often there are students here,
that though are wise and show no fear,
are ambitious, bright and very keen,
and valued by Salizar Slytherin.
And then of course we have the group,
A merry, thoughtful, loyal troop,
They're patient, just, and oh so true,
Helga Hufflepuff, they're just like you.
Well now you've heard the houses dears,
So throw away your doubts and fears.
Just put me on and just relax,
I'll sort you out, 's'matter of fact!
While the hat was reciting each of the houses, the respective tables were yelling "RAVENCLAW!" "GRYFFINDOR!" "SLYTHERIN!" or "HUFFLEPUFF!" at the same time as the sorting hat. Even the first years could sense the rivalry between the houses and were anxious to be sorted and to join in.
At the end of the song, the hat bowed to the four applauding tables and Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, stepped forward carrying a large roll of parchment. Before he could say anything, however, the Headmaster cleared his throat.
The headmaster was Albus Dumbledore, a very old, wise and slightly eccentric man whom Harry, Ron and Hermione greatly respected.
Dumbledore stood up quickly and said: "Before the sorting ceremony begins, could the Gryffindor quidditch team please follow Professor McGonagall. Quickly please."
Harry stood up and followed the rest of his team and the Professor out of the hall.
"And could the Hufflepuff Quidditch team please follow Professor Sprout." The Hufflepuffs stood up and followed the other Professor out of the hall as well.
Ron and Hermione exchanged baffled looks and then turned to watch "Andrews, Caitlin!" being sorted into Ravenclaw.
***
Daphne stood somewhat impatiently in line, as "Cooper, Jake!" was sorted into Gryffindor. To distract herself, she looked around at the banners decorating the walls (there were four of them, each depicting either a badger, snake, lion or raven), and wondered what 'quidditch' was.
***
Harry and the rest of the team returned to their seats as "Glind, Ama" was being sorted into Hufflepuff. Hermione and Ron started on him at once.
"What's going on?"
"Is it to do with the new captain?"
Harry lowered his voice and spoke quickly. "We had to vote for who we wanted as captain. McGonagall already had Wood's vote."
Oliver Wood had been the previous Captain of the quidditch team, and had left two years earlier. They needed a new one.
Ron was going to say something else, but caught McGonagall's eye and fell silent. The three of them sat and watched "Jackson, Marie!" becoming a Slytherin.
Ron suddenly nudged Harry.
"Harry. I forgot. Look, you see that tiny little blond girl on the end? Do you know who that is?"
Harry shook his head.
"Her name's Leonora Malfoy. She's Draco's little sister!"
Hermione and Harry stared at the girl. She looked terrified, and her glance often strayed to the Slytherin table.
***
When it was her turn to be sorted, Leonora squared her shoulders and walked determinedly to the Sorting Hat. Only Harry, Ron, Hermione and Daphne noticed her hands were trembling.
The Sorting Hat took a long time to decide for Leonora. After three minutes, people started grumbling. Most, Ron included, were saying: "Just put her in Slytherin already!" Others were moaning about hunger. Leonora, though nobody could tell, was petrified. If she wasn't put in Slytherin, her father would, well, she didn't want to think about it.
So when she heard the sorting hat shout after five full minutes, she almost fainted.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
There was a stunned silence as Leonora Malfoy placed the sorting hat back on its stool. She walked to the Gryffindor table, her legs shaking, as the entire table suddenly erupted with applause. Most of them were in fits of laughter at the look on Draco's face.
Leonora wasn't laughing as she sat down next to another first year, with bushy brown hair and a friendly face.
"Hi! I'm Daphne Granger." The girl said. "Want to be friends?"
Leonora smiled for the first time since she had received her Hogwart's letter.
"Sure, I don't see why not."
So, what do you think? OK, the song was lame, but what do you want from me? Draco's sister and Hermione's cousin, well that should be interesting. Please r/r.