A/N: Firstly, one more review will get this fic to it's sixth page. Secondly, Marauder*fan, I'm not writing in Harry's sorting as we know that but I did reveal that he almost got put into Slytherin and said that I'd try to get that to lead somewhere but, as yet, I haven't worked where. Thirdly, After repeated pushing from reviewers I have done something that I have never done in this fic before- I know who is going be next before I write it. Even though I have provided a list of requested sortings and appreciate suggestions (even though I do prefer suggestions not already suggested) two names have keep appearing. So, the next chapter after this will be Lily and the one after, James. Please review.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all related characters and settings belong to J.K.Rowling.
Chapter Seventeen: Mimsy-Porpington, Nicholas De
Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid. The words flowed round my head, well, not a head as such I suppose. I guess that the part of me considered a head would be my tip then.
Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid Stupid. The words flowed round my tip. Nah, I think that head does sound better.
Not that it matters much. I'll likely be pulled apart by my stitches by the Bloody Baron. Then I won't have to worry about if I have a head or if I have a tip.
I can see him glowering at me. He's not the only one. Nearly Headless Nick is as well. Honestly though, in my position I think that you would be more scared of the former weather than the later.
I sucked in a deep breath, if that was even the right word, wait. I was letting myself get distracted again.
"Mimsy-Porpington, Nicholas De." The first ever Hogwarts Headmistress called out from the scroll she was holding. There wasn't a deputy-head for another four hundred and ten years yet.
A Nowhere-Near-Nearly-Headless-Nick walked up to the stool and put me on hid head.
NO!
What? What? Huh? What? What?
I... It's can't be. It just can't be.
What can't be. Tell me.
I can not believe it. No, I don't want to believe it. It can not possibly be true.
What can not possibly be true?
This is terrible. How can it be so? Oh how?
Tell me. Please tell me! 'He said, starting to get agitated.'
You don't want to know. It's so terrible I don't even think that I could say. Even if I thought that you could handle it.
I can handle it. Please tell me what.
Well...
Please tell me. I shall not tell that it was you whom which told me.
I... No! I should not say.
Please?
Well, as you asked so nicely I suppose that I could say.
Thankyou.
I have seen the future. Your future.
Really!?
Yes.
What did you see?
Your future.
Yes. I have understood that. What did you see?
Your future.
Yes but what did you see happening in my future?
OH! What did I see happening! 'I said trying not to laugh.'
Yes that is what I meant. Please tell me.
I see pain.
Pain?
Yes, pain. Tremendous pain and urrm... Sorrow. I see pain and sorrow
Pain and sorrow?
Hurt as well.
Hurt?
Terrible suffering.
Terrible suffering?
Horrible fear.
Horrible fear?
Yes.
Yes?
What are you? A parrot?
You saw this in my future?
I saw this in your future?
Did you?
Did I?
Did you see anything specific in my future?
I told you.
You did?
Yeah. Pain, sorrow, hurt, suffering and fear.
Do you see anything else/
No. WAIT!
What? What do you see?
I see... I see.
Yes?
A gullible idiot sitting with a sorting hat on his head.
GRYFFINDOR! 'I yelled, not being able to keep my laughter in anymore.
He had stormed off after that. He did the same thing now. He went through the wall and out of the room the way that Peeves had. Some people can't take a practical joke.
The hall was looking at me again. Some were laughing but, even though I had already told them that most of them didn't have sortings worth telling about. That was when I had an idea. I had to tell sortings of people not in the hall to calm them down a bit. Then they might listen to me more.
I thought about a sorting then that might calm them down. Lily Potter.
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