A/N: Firstly- One review will get this to 150 and two will get it onto it's seventh page so please review. A list of the people who have been requested so far will be at the bottom of the fic. To marauder*fan, I might do Harry's sorting, I'm not sure yet. To KickYerArse, I thought Ipswich had one game left to stay in but they probably don't have. To Hestia- I really know nothing about the American Civil War. To Celtic Ember- All suggestions welcome but I'll probably change it a bit. To everyone- on with the fic (well, stupid disclaimer first.)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all related characters and settings belong to J.K.Rowling.
Chapter Nineteen: Potter, James
Well, looking round the hall, they still looked... Exactly the same. Well, this sorting should wake them up a bit. If they even could be.
"Potter, James." McGonagall said to the hall, I point out again that noone ever says people's name to me. It's so not fair.
A tall boy with scruffy black hair and dark black eyes walked over to me with a stupid grin on his face. Like he knew something I didn't. That was when I started to get worried. I know from past experiences that when I feel worried there is usually something to feel worried about.
Hi-howdy howdy. Hi-howdy howdy.
What?
I said... Hi-howdy howdy. Hi-howdy howdy.
Why?
Why what howdy-howdy?
Why do you keep saying Howdy!
'Coz I wanna. Hi-howdy howdy.
Shut up.
Howdy- don't want to.
Shut up.
Hi-howdy- won't.
Shut up.
Hi-howdy howdy. Hi-howdy howdy-nope.
'That was when it hit me. What was going on and how to stop him.' You didn't by any chance meet a boy by the name of Sirius Black on the train did you?
Hi-howdy yes I did. 'He said in a very fake American accent.'
Yup.
Howdy-howdy what?
Yup.
Howdy why are you saying yup?
'Coz you're copying him and I'm doing the same.
Damn.
Why are you copying him?
I want to go into Gryffindor.
Really!? That's the last place I would have put you in.
Huh?
Why shouldn't I put you in Hufflepuff?
I'm too smart.
Why shouldn't I put you in Ravenclaw?
I'm too dumb.
Why shouldn't I put you in Slytherin?
I'm too nice.
Why shouldn't I put you in Gryffindor?
I'm too evil.
...
Hey! Don't do that!
What?
Trick me.
I didn't.
Yes you did.
You're point is?
You shouldn't do that.
Why not.
'Coz I said that you shouldn't.
I say that I can.
Mean.
That's weird.
What is?
Did anyone ever tell you that you look like Tom Riddle.
Who?
Lord Voldemort I think he called himself.
Wha... Take that back right away.
Why?
I thought you could read minds.
I can.
Then why did you ask why?
I'm bored.
Do I have to tell you?
Nope. You don't wanna be put into Slytherin 'coz that's where all his deatheaters are and you're scared that he'll be able to find you more easily because he's after you. 'I sang in a mocking tune.'
Hmmph.
Hmmph?
Yes, hmmph.
Fine. Whatever. Did you know that you are really annoying to sort?
GRYFFINDOR!
I noticed that the students had actually changed a bit. Potter-boy was looking daggers at me. Why daggers? Why not swords or anything? Anyway. He was getting held back from what I assumed, was ripping me open down my stitches, by Ron Weasly and Hermione Granger. I decided to tell a sorting that would- hopefully calm him down. One that was a cross between funny and boring. Professor Binns.
A/N: If anyone knows his first name- Please tell me. Anyway- here are the sortings asked for so far (don't ask for these ones.)
Dumbledore, Hagrid, The Fat Friar, The Grey Lady, Molly (Weasley), Alastor (Mad Eye) Moody, Pansy Parkinson, Moaning Myrtle, Narcissa Malfoy, (Frank?) Longbottom, His wife Longbottom, Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang, Seamus, Oliver Wood, Colin Creevey, Mr. Olivinder, Justin, Angelina, Katie, Lee Jordan, Dumbledore's brother (if he exists, I still haven't found out) and possibly Harry Potter. You can ask for anyone who's not these people. Hopefully the italics will work unlike the last chapter. Please review.