A/N: This fic is now on it's third page of reviews! Three more will get it to 55. Personally, I expected to get two reviews at maximum for the entire thing. Remember, any suggestions are appreciated and I will get round to writing them, honest. Even if my computer is only working around 50/50 at the moment. Please don't ask for: Sirius, Dumbledore, Pettigrew, Lucius Malfoy, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, James, Lily, Cho or Cedric as they have already been asked for.
Disclaimer: I own the fic. Harry Potter, all related characters and settings belong to J. K. Rowling.
Chapter Ten: Granger, Hermione
I saw her eyes widen as I said her name. I almost laughed. I knew why she was acting like that. Personally, I found her very annoying to sort. Her thoughts alone were enough to make me cringe, never mind what she thought at me. I saw everyone staring at me expectantly so I started to tell them of the sorting of little-miss-know-it-all, higher-than-thou Granger.
"Granger, Hermione." McGonagall said. I was thinking that this sorting session was getting tedious and that was before I reckoned with the power of a big-head.
A girl with bushy brown hair (A/N: Arrgh! It might only be me but when I saw the movie cast for the first time I was in shock. Could she look any less like Hermione looks in the books? Where was the big teeth. No bushy brown hair like Hermionies but wavy blonde hair!) Came up to me. She put me on her head.
...
Huh?
I didn't say anything.
Thats my point.
What is?
That you did not say anything. I thought you were supposed to be a sorting hat.
I am!
Then why are you not sorting me. It seems quite a bit pointless.
What is pointless.
Well... What purpose do you actually serve.
I serve purposes!
Such as?
I... Sort people.
Is that all?
Huh?
Well, what else can you do?
What do you mean what else can I do?
Exactly what I said.
...
Well, what other things can you do?
...
I mean, can you even do anything else? I shouldn't expect you to. I mean, you are a hat. What would you be able to do.
I can do other stuff.
Such as?
I could put you in Slytherin.
Stupid.
What!?
Don't get stupid now. Just put me in Ravenclaw like I should be.
GRYFFINDOR!
The hall was staring at me. Yet again I was worried that I had been the one who had seemed weak instead of in control. Most of them hadn't known who Tom Riddle was but there was someone that they would recognise... Convicted murderer Sirius Black.
A/N: I'm back. I seem to have acquired a problem which makes my mind come up with chapters too slowly. The next one should be up sooner though. This one is only up because my sister is out of the house. I'm still mad over the Hermionie thing with the hair and teeth e.c.t. Anyway, please Review.