Summary: The thoughts of the Sorting Hat to Hermione. Yes I know its been done before but I wanted my own. Disclaimer: I don't own anything though I really wish I had a Sorting Hat to tell me who I was.. Oh well. Tich Miller belongs to a poet who I have forgotten for the moment. These are only a few select lines chosen for their suitability Dedication: To those who don't know where they belong,

Her Sorting thoughts

The tall professor called her name. She stood up. Absent-mindedly she chewed her lip, she had heard what Professor McGonagall had told them, and it was vital she'd be put into the right one. She panicked as she climbed the steps, her heart was pounding a million times, it seemed, a second. Painful memories.

'Tich Miller wore glasses with Elastoplast pink frames..'

That poem. She had learnt it before. A few lines more

' She and I were always left standing by the wire fence'

She sighed, she'd never been one for games, never been popular.

'Usually I was chosen, the lesser dud, while she lolluped off, unselected to the back of the other team'

Well it was true that she was chosen, after the groups were formed. She was expected to do all the work in quizzes.

'At eleven we went to different schools, in time I learnt to get my own back. Sneering at hockey players who couldn't spell.'

Like those boys on the train, she thought. Especially that Ronald, typical boys, they're all imbeciles. She walked on, climbed up the step and cautiously slipped the Hat over her head, she had never been religious but now she prayed.

"hmm, interesting. You aren't ambitious really are you, not for it's own sake, so not a Slytherin, definitely not. You like learning and you are very clever, being a perfectionist however could be your downfall. My preference would usually be for Ravenclaw but, you have something else. You are a very loyal person. You will do what you think is best. That would make me lean to Huffelpuff. But there is one thing, it's hidden but it's here. Courage, you will do what you think is best without a thought for your self. You will stand up for others rights. This is why Miss Granger, I choose GRYFINDOR for you!"

She bounded off the chair. Gryfindor was what she'd been hoping for. She left so suddenly she never heard the rest of the Hat's speech. "Yes, Rowena, she is you and for all your cleverness Ravenclaw, you should have been a Gryfindor. A Mrs. Godric Gryfindor."

The last words of the poem echoed in her mind:

'Tich Miller died when she was twelve.'

A/N- Yes I do like the Founder pairing Godric/Rowena, guess you might say I like Cassie's Draco's Trilogy. Well, bye for now. Read and review as always (If I still haven't changed the thing on reviewing then e-mail with your opinions)