If you read this and wonder where the hell my mind went to, remember
this: I wrote this at 1:14 in the morning when I should have been doing my
English homework and was on a Mountain Dew sugar high. You know who I own
and who I don't own. Also, the song the Sorting Hat sings is mine. I wrote
it, don't steal it. 'Nough said! On with the ficcy!
Harry was dreaming. In his dream, he entered the common room to see Ginny sitting in an armchair in nothing but a scarlet nightgown. He walked over to her as she stood up. He stood in front of her, staring into each other's eyes and then Harry took Ginny into his arms and just as they were about to kiss, she whispered in Ron's voice,
"Harry wake up, you're drooling." Harry shot up straight in bed, his breath ragged. Looking at the figure sitting lazily on his bed, he growled.
"Ron! You woke me up in the middle of a great dream!" Ron snorted, his eyes twinkling.
"I think you might find what's going on downstairs more.entertaining than any dream you were having." Now that he mentioned it, he could hear two voices yelling at each other downstairs. From the obvious American accents, he knew exactly who was arguing. He sighed and got up to get dressed.
His sister's had been staying in the Gryffindor common room for a week now and every morning his sister's went through what he had come to call "The Pumpkin Juice Deprived Ritual." The week had been one of the best times of his life. He had his family back; the Dursleys had been informed of his parents being alive (by a very pissed off Lily). Sirius had been cleared of all charges and was now staying in a room at Hogwarts. Aunt Jadzia had started her classes, and Dumbledore had offered the positions of assistant Charms Professor to Sirius, assistant Transfiguration Professor to his mom, assistant Herbology Professor to his aunt Roselyn, and assistant DADA professor to his father. All had accepted. His sister's were going to be sorted at the Welcome Back feast that night; they were transferring to Hogwarts and changing their names to Kristina and Katrina Potter. Then, two days beforehand, his aunt Jadzia, aunt Roselyn, and his parents had made their first public (and very much alive) appearance at the now chaotic ministry.
Ever since Cornelius Fudge had been caught as a Death Eater, nominations had come pouring in for a new minister. Finally the two candidates were Arthur Weasley and, unfortunately, Lucius Malfoy. Even though his aunts and parents had testified that Lucius had been with Voldemort the night of their "deaths" Lucius had escaped Azkaban. James had assured Harry that Lucius probably wouldn't win, and even Draco didn't seem thrilled about his father's nomination. He had been sulking ever since the candidates had been announced.
The elections were that day, if he remembered correctly. He knew that both of his parents, his aunts, Sirius, Professor Lupin, Professor Dumbledore, and many of the Professor's at Hogwarts would be voting for Mr. Weasley, yet still Harry felt queasy every time he pictured Lucius Malfoy as minister. He sighed at the thought of waiting for the evening edition of the Daily Prophet to know the results. He finally buttoned up one of his new t-shirts, (his parents had been horrified at his wardrobe and had immediately taken him to buy a new one), and walked down the stairs in time to hear the tail end of his sister's argument.
"I never want to see your ugly face again!"
"Then don't look in the mirror!"
The two gave great big (and identical) huffs and stalked in opposite directions; Katrina up to the dorm, Kristina out the portrait entrance. Shaking his head at his sister's antics, he quickly found Ginny.
"What was it this time?" Ginny grinned.
"Clothes." Ginny told him. Seeing the look she was getting, she elaborated. "Trina told Tina not to wear her 'Boys Are Evil, That's Why I Want One' t- shirt without her permission. Tina got pissed and told her not to wear her black jazz pants without her permission. Trina asked her why not, considering she looked better in them than her, that got Tina pissed and they started arguing about clothes and all that lovely stuff." Harry shook his head. You did not want to mess with his sister's before they got there morning Pumpkin Juice. They were vicious little brutes as Hagrid had once said.
Harry was halfway to the portrait hole before he remembered something important. His Firebolt. They had a game that day, Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw, and he was already forgetting things. He hurried back and grabbed his broom from a very smug looking Ron, grabbed his Quidditch robes from an even smugger Hermione, and the trio walked out of the common room.
When they got to the Great Hall, Harry immediately waved to his parents, (it had become a daily routine) and then headed towards the Gryffindor table. He sat down between his sister's who looked much more happy and alive. Eyeing them, he noticed Kristina wearing the black and silver "Boys Are Evil, That's Why I Want One" t-shirt and a pair of baggy black jeans that Harry realized were his. Katrina was wearing Kristina's black Jazz pants and an oversized red lion t-shirt that Harry also recognized as his. He rolled his eyes.
"While you two were going through my dresser did either one of you happen see my black turtleneck? I can't find it and I want to wear it under my robes at tonight's feast." Harry asked, casually. He caught Ginny's eye and noticed with some amusement she was wearing Ron's scarlet t-shirt underneath her robes. He turned to Kristina as she finished chewing her egg.
"Third drawer, right hand side." Across the table, Ron snorted into his milk. Sighing pathetically, he asked Ron semi seriously,
"What is it with little sisters and their obsession with stealing their older brother's clothes?" Ron shrugged as all the nearby "little sister's" frowned. He heard a dry chuckle from above him and turned around to see his father.
"Don't worry boys; I think it's a feminine thing. When we were kids, Jazzy stole my clothes all the time. And now so does you mother." Harry and the people around them laughed as Lily came over and smacked James on the arm.
"You three should get going, the game's going to start in half an hour." Harry's eyes went wide as he scrambled out of his seat and raced out of the great hall, Ron and Ginny right behind him.
They made it to the Gryffindor locker rooms in about three minutes. Ginny went to the girl's side, where Katie and Angelina were talking. Ron and Harry joined Fred and George, who had been slightly upset that this would be their last year as Gryffindor Beater's. They had decided that they were going to go out with a bang and Harry hadn't dared ask what they meant. Harry was quiet while they got ready; he was trying to concentrate on catching the snitch and not that this would be the first time his parents would see him play seeker.
Finally, they heard Lee Jordan announce the game and flew out onto the field. Harry immediately looked for his family and finally found his parents, his aunt Roselyn, Professor Lupin, his aunt Jadzia, his uncle Snape (he refused to call him Severus), and Sirius in the teacher's stands, and his sister's with Hermione and the other Gryffindor's. He heard Hooch blow the whistle and the game was on.
Katie caught the qauffle and raced towards the Ravenclaw goal. A bludger came at her just as she threw the large red ball to Ginny. Ginny put on a burst of speed and hurled the qauffle through the top hoop. Cheers from down below made Harry grin. After a while, Harry lost interest with what was happening down below, he was too busy searching for the snitch. He listened to Lee's commentary, chuckling when Lee got yelled at by Professor McGonagall for saying a few "colorful" words at a Ravenclaw beater.
It had been over half an hour and still no sign of the snitch. Gryffindor's were leading, 100 to 75, but he knew it was only a matter of time before the Ravenclaws caught up. He glanced at Cho, his rival seeker for the game. She was doing two things at once; watching Harry and searching for the snitch herself.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the snitch. It was fluttering just inches above his father's head. With an evil grin that would rival Voldemort himself, he put his broom to good use and flew directly at his father. For a moment James had a deer-caught-in-headlights look before he ducked as Harry flew over his head, the snitch firmly grasped in his hand. Grinning like an idiot, he did a quick victory lap as Lee shouted the outcome. Looking over at the teachers stands, he could see Sirius and his mother laughing at his father who was looking very sheepish indeed. He finally came down and handed the now calm snitch to Madam Hooch. He nodded towards Cho as he and his team headed for the showers.
Later that night, Harry was sitting in the great hall, listening to Dumbledore as he made a very brief speech. Or what Harry thought was supposed to be a brief speech.
"As you are all aware, tonight we are celebrating the return of some dearly missed friends. James Potter, his wife Lily Potter, Roselyn Evans, Jadzia Snape and Sirius Black. Now, as you've met these people in classes, note that they have all the authority of an actual Professor. They can take points, they can give points, and they can arrange detentions with Mr. Filch. So please, treat them with the respect you would give me, or any of the other full Professors." He cast a severe eye over the Slytherin table.
"Now. Since we have a few new professors, we should have a few new students as well. I know that it is nearly the middle of the school year, but I think these two girls will fit in quite nicely at Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall?" Professor McGonagall stepped forward and placed a stool and the battered and frayed sorting hat on it. A rip opened into a mouth and the hat began to sing.
"Even though you are late, You still deserve a place. I will look inside your head and Tell you who to face.
Maybe your heart is with Slytherin Where those of cunning and ambition Are most worthy of admission Or if you are of learning and wit Ravenclaw is where you will fit If you are Humble, you may see Hufflepuff is where you ought to be Or maybe you are that of Gryffindor Where dwell the brave of heart There courage and nobility Set Gryffindor's apart.
Do not be scared, You're in good hands (though I have none) I've never yet been wrong. So slip me on, and I will see Where you ought to belong!"
The hall burst into cheer as the sorting hat went quiet. Harry watched as Professor McGonagall unrolled a scroll, picked up the sorting hat, and called out a name.
"Potter, Katrina!"
Katrina took a deep breath and walked up to the stool. She sat down and Professor McGonagall placed the battered hat on her head, where it slipped past her eyes. A soft voice started talking in her ear.
"Aw, a Potter. I thought I'd never meet you. Now let's see. Hmmm. Strong mind, humble spirit, yet you are cunning and brave. You'd fit in anywhere, my dear, but where should I place you?" Katrina was starting to sweat. She really didn't want to be put in Slytherin.
/Please, not Slytherin, not Slytherin, anything but Slytherin. Don't throw me to the snakes./ The hat chuckled.
"Yes, very much like your brother you are..If you do not want to be placed in Slytherin, then where should I put you? I know. You belong in GRYFFINDOR!" He yelled. Katrina's shoulder's slouched in relief. She handed the sorting hat to Professor McGonagall and made her way to her new house table. Grinning at her brother, she looked at the head table and watched as Professor McGonagall called out her sister's name.
"Potter, Kristina!"
Kristina was sweating. She wanted desperately to be put in Gryffindor with her brother and sister and was terrified she might be put in Slytherin. She had nearly been put in Dragon back at Cromwell and they were bad enough. Hogwarts Slytherin's made the Dragon's look like kind, thoughtful kids. /No matter what/ she thought as the hat was placed over her head. /I'll kill this hat if it puts me in Slytherin. I wonder if it can die./ A small voice in her ear made her jump.
"You know, I've never been asked that before. Now, not Slytherin, eh? Just like your brother and sister, you are. Let's see. A mischievous streak just like your father, yet a passion for learning which usually gets overshadowed by your pranks. You have a kind heart and hate to see other's suffer. You love your parents and respect and admire your brother and sister. You have a flare for Transfiguration, the top of your class. Yet you also love the complexities of potions. Hmm. You're ambitious, and you have a habit of using any means to get what you want. Godric called that Slytherin stubbornness." The hat was cut off by Kristina.
"You put me in Slytherin and I will cut you up in a tiny million pieces and then feed them to a screwt. You will never see the light of day, let alone anyone's thoughts and memories." The hat twitched. Finally, he spoke again.
"I see. You belong in SLY-" The hat never finished it's sentenced. Kristina sent a nice mental image of a large pair of rusty scissors cutting the poor hat into tiny pieces and handing them, one by one, to a deadly looking screwt. The hat suddenly changed its mind and yelled.
"G-Gr-Gryffindor!" Grinning evilly, she took off the hat and gave it to Professor McGonagall who was looking a trifle bewildered. Glancing at her parents, she saw that they were looking distinctly ruffled. No doubt they had heard what the hat nearly said before she made the happy mental image. She sat down between her brother and George Weasley, who was looking at her with respect. Harry gawked at her.
"What in the world did you do?" She shrugged innocently. "Simply told him if he put me in Slytherin I was going to cut him up and feed him a screwt. He didn't believe me, was about to feed me to the snakes when I gave him a nice mental image of what I was going to do. Nothing major." Harry shook his head, disbelief and shock on his face. Katrina gave Kristina a high five and grinned.
"Was it fun?" Kristina looked thoughtful for a few moments before finally shaking her head.
"No it wasn't fun." Seeing the disbelieving looks she was getting, she sheepishly admitted.
"It was hilarious!"
AN: Ok, I hope ya'll like this chappy. I tried making this funny, let me know if I succeeded. I have to admit. I did use a few things that aren't mine. The argument "Don't want to see your ugly face again -Then don't look in the mirror" I got that from the TV show "Sister, Sister".
I got the idea to have Kristina scare the Sorting Hat from an author who had Fred do that when he was sorted. Can't remember the authors name, but I hope he or she doesn't mind.
However, the song the sorting hat sings was written by me and I would appreciate it if you don't use it without permission. If you do use, please mention that I wrote it. Tankies!
I never expected this to turn novel length, but I have a feeling it's going to. I'm going to try and make this no more than 50 chappy's, but I have feeling that won't be possible.
Now, I know that with the fifth book coming out on June 21st, (YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can't ya'll tell I'm excited?!) I'm probably going to have a very short amount of time to finish this. Well, if I don't get this finished before then, I'm going to either pretend the fifth book doesn't exist yet or not write any more. Until then, I want your opinion on what I should do. Should I continue writing (and ignore what the fifth book is about) or should I not write any more of this ficcy? Leave your vote in reviews. When the time comes, I'll ad up all the votes and whichever one has the most votes is what I'll do. Kay? Kay.
The next chappy will have the results of the voting for new minister; some romance; and a little bit of Malfoy thrown in for good measure.
And now, I have tankies to give to the people that have reviewed this. My goal for this ficcy is 100 reviews. I already have 31, so only 69 more to go! *whimpers*
Tankies to these people who have reviewed several times: Starr, Kitty, Dingo, WittchWay, she might be two different people, but Jessica, and even though she didn't review on ff.net several times, Ibonekoen cuz she reviews my chappies when she beta's.
Tankies to these people who did the one shot: Slone, Nana_HPFan, Jo, CalikoCat, Vincelia Valentine, Cat Lady, Deritine, Kristina-66-85, Severus Snape, Shdurrani, Eowyn Potter, Jordan, ladyvohn, HermioneG15, kateydidn't, Barbi Bee, ChevyCowGirl54, Bucky, Julez, and last but certainly not least, Aurora Flame.
Tankies to all those who has read my ficcy but didn't review. I know there are some who will read a ficcy and then not review, becuz sometimes I'll do it too. And then there are the times when I shouldn't even be reviewing (hell I shouldn't even be on the internet!), and that's when I'm in computer class. I'm sure ya'll know what I mean.
If you have suggestions or comments, just e-mail me at GoingScrewy17@aol.com That's about it. Wow. This is one long Author Note. I didn't even realize how long this is. Oh well. Talk to ya later! Always me, BashfulC!
Harry was dreaming. In his dream, he entered the common room to see Ginny sitting in an armchair in nothing but a scarlet nightgown. He walked over to her as she stood up. He stood in front of her, staring into each other's eyes and then Harry took Ginny into his arms and just as they were about to kiss, she whispered in Ron's voice,
"Harry wake up, you're drooling." Harry shot up straight in bed, his breath ragged. Looking at the figure sitting lazily on his bed, he growled.
"Ron! You woke me up in the middle of a great dream!" Ron snorted, his eyes twinkling.
"I think you might find what's going on downstairs more.entertaining than any dream you were having." Now that he mentioned it, he could hear two voices yelling at each other downstairs. From the obvious American accents, he knew exactly who was arguing. He sighed and got up to get dressed.
His sister's had been staying in the Gryffindor common room for a week now and every morning his sister's went through what he had come to call "The Pumpkin Juice Deprived Ritual." The week had been one of the best times of his life. He had his family back; the Dursleys had been informed of his parents being alive (by a very pissed off Lily). Sirius had been cleared of all charges and was now staying in a room at Hogwarts. Aunt Jadzia had started her classes, and Dumbledore had offered the positions of assistant Charms Professor to Sirius, assistant Transfiguration Professor to his mom, assistant Herbology Professor to his aunt Roselyn, and assistant DADA professor to his father. All had accepted. His sister's were going to be sorted at the Welcome Back feast that night; they were transferring to Hogwarts and changing their names to Kristina and Katrina Potter. Then, two days beforehand, his aunt Jadzia, aunt Roselyn, and his parents had made their first public (and very much alive) appearance at the now chaotic ministry.
Ever since Cornelius Fudge had been caught as a Death Eater, nominations had come pouring in for a new minister. Finally the two candidates were Arthur Weasley and, unfortunately, Lucius Malfoy. Even though his aunts and parents had testified that Lucius had been with Voldemort the night of their "deaths" Lucius had escaped Azkaban. James had assured Harry that Lucius probably wouldn't win, and even Draco didn't seem thrilled about his father's nomination. He had been sulking ever since the candidates had been announced.
The elections were that day, if he remembered correctly. He knew that both of his parents, his aunts, Sirius, Professor Lupin, Professor Dumbledore, and many of the Professor's at Hogwarts would be voting for Mr. Weasley, yet still Harry felt queasy every time he pictured Lucius Malfoy as minister. He sighed at the thought of waiting for the evening edition of the Daily Prophet to know the results. He finally buttoned up one of his new t-shirts, (his parents had been horrified at his wardrobe and had immediately taken him to buy a new one), and walked down the stairs in time to hear the tail end of his sister's argument.
"I never want to see your ugly face again!"
"Then don't look in the mirror!"
The two gave great big (and identical) huffs and stalked in opposite directions; Katrina up to the dorm, Kristina out the portrait entrance. Shaking his head at his sister's antics, he quickly found Ginny.
"What was it this time?" Ginny grinned.
"Clothes." Ginny told him. Seeing the look she was getting, she elaborated. "Trina told Tina not to wear her 'Boys Are Evil, That's Why I Want One' t- shirt without her permission. Tina got pissed and told her not to wear her black jazz pants without her permission. Trina asked her why not, considering she looked better in them than her, that got Tina pissed and they started arguing about clothes and all that lovely stuff." Harry shook his head. You did not want to mess with his sister's before they got there morning Pumpkin Juice. They were vicious little brutes as Hagrid had once said.
Harry was halfway to the portrait hole before he remembered something important. His Firebolt. They had a game that day, Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw, and he was already forgetting things. He hurried back and grabbed his broom from a very smug looking Ron, grabbed his Quidditch robes from an even smugger Hermione, and the trio walked out of the common room.
When they got to the Great Hall, Harry immediately waved to his parents, (it had become a daily routine) and then headed towards the Gryffindor table. He sat down between his sister's who looked much more happy and alive. Eyeing them, he noticed Kristina wearing the black and silver "Boys Are Evil, That's Why I Want One" t-shirt and a pair of baggy black jeans that Harry realized were his. Katrina was wearing Kristina's black Jazz pants and an oversized red lion t-shirt that Harry also recognized as his. He rolled his eyes.
"While you two were going through my dresser did either one of you happen see my black turtleneck? I can't find it and I want to wear it under my robes at tonight's feast." Harry asked, casually. He caught Ginny's eye and noticed with some amusement she was wearing Ron's scarlet t-shirt underneath her robes. He turned to Kristina as she finished chewing her egg.
"Third drawer, right hand side." Across the table, Ron snorted into his milk. Sighing pathetically, he asked Ron semi seriously,
"What is it with little sisters and their obsession with stealing their older brother's clothes?" Ron shrugged as all the nearby "little sister's" frowned. He heard a dry chuckle from above him and turned around to see his father.
"Don't worry boys; I think it's a feminine thing. When we were kids, Jazzy stole my clothes all the time. And now so does you mother." Harry and the people around them laughed as Lily came over and smacked James on the arm.
"You three should get going, the game's going to start in half an hour." Harry's eyes went wide as he scrambled out of his seat and raced out of the great hall, Ron and Ginny right behind him.
They made it to the Gryffindor locker rooms in about three minutes. Ginny went to the girl's side, where Katie and Angelina were talking. Ron and Harry joined Fred and George, who had been slightly upset that this would be their last year as Gryffindor Beater's. They had decided that they were going to go out with a bang and Harry hadn't dared ask what they meant. Harry was quiet while they got ready; he was trying to concentrate on catching the snitch and not that this would be the first time his parents would see him play seeker.
Finally, they heard Lee Jordan announce the game and flew out onto the field. Harry immediately looked for his family and finally found his parents, his aunt Roselyn, Professor Lupin, his aunt Jadzia, his uncle Snape (he refused to call him Severus), and Sirius in the teacher's stands, and his sister's with Hermione and the other Gryffindor's. He heard Hooch blow the whistle and the game was on.
Katie caught the qauffle and raced towards the Ravenclaw goal. A bludger came at her just as she threw the large red ball to Ginny. Ginny put on a burst of speed and hurled the qauffle through the top hoop. Cheers from down below made Harry grin. After a while, Harry lost interest with what was happening down below, he was too busy searching for the snitch. He listened to Lee's commentary, chuckling when Lee got yelled at by Professor McGonagall for saying a few "colorful" words at a Ravenclaw beater.
It had been over half an hour and still no sign of the snitch. Gryffindor's were leading, 100 to 75, but he knew it was only a matter of time before the Ravenclaws caught up. He glanced at Cho, his rival seeker for the game. She was doing two things at once; watching Harry and searching for the snitch herself.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the snitch. It was fluttering just inches above his father's head. With an evil grin that would rival Voldemort himself, he put his broom to good use and flew directly at his father. For a moment James had a deer-caught-in-headlights look before he ducked as Harry flew over his head, the snitch firmly grasped in his hand. Grinning like an idiot, he did a quick victory lap as Lee shouted the outcome. Looking over at the teachers stands, he could see Sirius and his mother laughing at his father who was looking very sheepish indeed. He finally came down and handed the now calm snitch to Madam Hooch. He nodded towards Cho as he and his team headed for the showers.
Later that night, Harry was sitting in the great hall, listening to Dumbledore as he made a very brief speech. Or what Harry thought was supposed to be a brief speech.
"As you are all aware, tonight we are celebrating the return of some dearly missed friends. James Potter, his wife Lily Potter, Roselyn Evans, Jadzia Snape and Sirius Black. Now, as you've met these people in classes, note that they have all the authority of an actual Professor. They can take points, they can give points, and they can arrange detentions with Mr. Filch. So please, treat them with the respect you would give me, or any of the other full Professors." He cast a severe eye over the Slytherin table.
"Now. Since we have a few new professors, we should have a few new students as well. I know that it is nearly the middle of the school year, but I think these two girls will fit in quite nicely at Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall?" Professor McGonagall stepped forward and placed a stool and the battered and frayed sorting hat on it. A rip opened into a mouth and the hat began to sing.
"Even though you are late, You still deserve a place. I will look inside your head and Tell you who to face.
Maybe your heart is with Slytherin Where those of cunning and ambition Are most worthy of admission Or if you are of learning and wit Ravenclaw is where you will fit If you are Humble, you may see Hufflepuff is where you ought to be Or maybe you are that of Gryffindor Where dwell the brave of heart There courage and nobility Set Gryffindor's apart.
Do not be scared, You're in good hands (though I have none) I've never yet been wrong. So slip me on, and I will see Where you ought to belong!"
The hall burst into cheer as the sorting hat went quiet. Harry watched as Professor McGonagall unrolled a scroll, picked up the sorting hat, and called out a name.
"Potter, Katrina!"
Katrina took a deep breath and walked up to the stool. She sat down and Professor McGonagall placed the battered hat on her head, where it slipped past her eyes. A soft voice started talking in her ear.
"Aw, a Potter. I thought I'd never meet you. Now let's see. Hmmm. Strong mind, humble spirit, yet you are cunning and brave. You'd fit in anywhere, my dear, but where should I place you?" Katrina was starting to sweat. She really didn't want to be put in Slytherin.
/Please, not Slytherin, not Slytherin, anything but Slytherin. Don't throw me to the snakes./ The hat chuckled.
"Yes, very much like your brother you are..If you do not want to be placed in Slytherin, then where should I put you? I know. You belong in GRYFFINDOR!" He yelled. Katrina's shoulder's slouched in relief. She handed the sorting hat to Professor McGonagall and made her way to her new house table. Grinning at her brother, she looked at the head table and watched as Professor McGonagall called out her sister's name.
"Potter, Kristina!"
Kristina was sweating. She wanted desperately to be put in Gryffindor with her brother and sister and was terrified she might be put in Slytherin. She had nearly been put in Dragon back at Cromwell and they were bad enough. Hogwarts Slytherin's made the Dragon's look like kind, thoughtful kids. /No matter what/ she thought as the hat was placed over her head. /I'll kill this hat if it puts me in Slytherin. I wonder if it can die./ A small voice in her ear made her jump.
"You know, I've never been asked that before. Now, not Slytherin, eh? Just like your brother and sister, you are. Let's see. A mischievous streak just like your father, yet a passion for learning which usually gets overshadowed by your pranks. You have a kind heart and hate to see other's suffer. You love your parents and respect and admire your brother and sister. You have a flare for Transfiguration, the top of your class. Yet you also love the complexities of potions. Hmm. You're ambitious, and you have a habit of using any means to get what you want. Godric called that Slytherin stubbornness." The hat was cut off by Kristina.
"You put me in Slytherin and I will cut you up in a tiny million pieces and then feed them to a screwt. You will never see the light of day, let alone anyone's thoughts and memories." The hat twitched. Finally, he spoke again.
"I see. You belong in SLY-" The hat never finished it's sentenced. Kristina sent a nice mental image of a large pair of rusty scissors cutting the poor hat into tiny pieces and handing them, one by one, to a deadly looking screwt. The hat suddenly changed its mind and yelled.
"G-Gr-Gryffindor!" Grinning evilly, she took off the hat and gave it to Professor McGonagall who was looking a trifle bewildered. Glancing at her parents, she saw that they were looking distinctly ruffled. No doubt they had heard what the hat nearly said before she made the happy mental image. She sat down between her brother and George Weasley, who was looking at her with respect. Harry gawked at her.
"What in the world did you do?" She shrugged innocently. "Simply told him if he put me in Slytherin I was going to cut him up and feed him a screwt. He didn't believe me, was about to feed me to the snakes when I gave him a nice mental image of what I was going to do. Nothing major." Harry shook his head, disbelief and shock on his face. Katrina gave Kristina a high five and grinned.
"Was it fun?" Kristina looked thoughtful for a few moments before finally shaking her head.
"No it wasn't fun." Seeing the disbelieving looks she was getting, she sheepishly admitted.
"It was hilarious!"
AN: Ok, I hope ya'll like this chappy. I tried making this funny, let me know if I succeeded. I have to admit. I did use a few things that aren't mine. The argument "Don't want to see your ugly face again -Then don't look in the mirror" I got that from the TV show "Sister, Sister".
I got the idea to have Kristina scare the Sorting Hat from an author who had Fred do that when he was sorted. Can't remember the authors name, but I hope he or she doesn't mind.
However, the song the sorting hat sings was written by me and I would appreciate it if you don't use it without permission. If you do use, please mention that I wrote it. Tankies!
I never expected this to turn novel length, but I have a feeling it's going to. I'm going to try and make this no more than 50 chappy's, but I have feeling that won't be possible.
Now, I know that with the fifth book coming out on June 21st, (YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can't ya'll tell I'm excited?!) I'm probably going to have a very short amount of time to finish this. Well, if I don't get this finished before then, I'm going to either pretend the fifth book doesn't exist yet or not write any more. Until then, I want your opinion on what I should do. Should I continue writing (and ignore what the fifth book is about) or should I not write any more of this ficcy? Leave your vote in reviews. When the time comes, I'll ad up all the votes and whichever one has the most votes is what I'll do. Kay? Kay.
The next chappy will have the results of the voting for new minister; some romance; and a little bit of Malfoy thrown in for good measure.
And now, I have tankies to give to the people that have reviewed this. My goal for this ficcy is 100 reviews. I already have 31, so only 69 more to go! *whimpers*
Tankies to these people who have reviewed several times: Starr, Kitty, Dingo, WittchWay, she might be two different people, but Jessica, and even though she didn't review on ff.net several times, Ibonekoen cuz she reviews my chappies when she beta's.
Tankies to these people who did the one shot: Slone, Nana_HPFan, Jo, CalikoCat, Vincelia Valentine, Cat Lady, Deritine, Kristina-66-85, Severus Snape, Shdurrani, Eowyn Potter, Jordan, ladyvohn, HermioneG15, kateydidn't, Barbi Bee, ChevyCowGirl54, Bucky, Julez, and last but certainly not least, Aurora Flame.
Tankies to all those who has read my ficcy but didn't review. I know there are some who will read a ficcy and then not review, becuz sometimes I'll do it too. And then there are the times when I shouldn't even be reviewing (hell I shouldn't even be on the internet!), and that's when I'm in computer class. I'm sure ya'll know what I mean.
If you have suggestions or comments, just e-mail me at GoingScrewy17@aol.com That's about it. Wow. This is one long Author Note. I didn't even realize how long this is. Oh well. Talk to ya later! Always me, BashfulC!