A/N: People have been asking for this chapter and for me to post people's reactions to Harry's sorting so, that is what I am going to do. This will be a short chapter though, seeing as the actual sorting is only three paragraphs long in the book.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all related characters and settings belong to J. K. Rowling.
Chapter Thirty-Two- Potter, Harry.
I could see the hall react, almost instantly. His friends looked curious, as if they had always wondered what happened. The Slytherins looked like they were about to gloat. As if they were expecting for some dirt to come out on him. Everyone else was looking over to where Harry was sitting and showed a range of emotions, from repulsion to admiration to hilarity to boredom to vengefulness. Not everyone liked him. Most of those who didn't were either deatheaters or came from families who were, that or they just hated him for the attention that he got.
When you were famous, that was how most people reacted to you.
Hmm. Difficult. Very Difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh my goodness, yes - and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting ... So where shall I put you.
'Part of this was due to the fact that he could have actually been placed in any of the four houses. The other part was that it was Harry Potter. I rarely hear people talk about students before they come to Hogwarts. I mean, who can be too famous at eleven. He gripped my stool, really annoying me. That stool is the only place I get to be, apart from Dumbledore's office and a bunch of heads. Dandruff and Headlice often included. How would you like it if someone came and left nail marks in your bed? He was making my stool more uncomfortable than it was before.'
Not Slytherin, not Slytherin.
Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, no doubt about that - no? Well, if you're sure - better be
"Gryffindor!" I called out again. When I had done it the first time there had been a loud cheer. Now the hall had gone deathly quiet. The Slytherins looked disgusted that he was almost in their house. The Gryffindors looked dumbfounded that he could be in their house and the others looked shocked that he could be in their house.
The silence was starting to annoy me now. I wanted to break it up. They could think abut that later. Now was the time for another sorting.
Mad-Eye Moody.