Author's Note: Some of you have pointed out that this story has more
"footage" of Harry Potter characters than of their LOTR counterparts. I
originally intended it to be the reverse, but it has worked out the other
way. Because this is set in Hogwarts and told mainly from the perspective
of HP, I will shortly be changing this from a LOTR to a HP story in my
story summary. Just to let you know so if you search for it, look in the HP
section.
This has been complete for a while, but fanfiction.net won't let me log in, so I can't update (tears out hair in frustration).
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Chapter Five: Sorted Out
"Harry?" Hermione called. "Harry Potter?" At his full name the faces of both Creeveys lit up, then fell once they realised it was a false alarm. "Oh, blast it, where is he? If we don't get onto a carriage soon, we'll be stuck outside the Great Hall behind all the first years."
"And it will be the "prefect," oops, I meant "prefect" occasion to impart your wisdom and brainwash susceptible first years," Ron teased her. Hermione tried to scowl at him, but ended up dropping her head to hide the eventual grin. "Wouldn't think you'd want to pass up an opportunity like that."
"What I do want is good seats," Hermione fretted, shifting from one foot to the other. "The sorting ceremony is a prime opportunity for me to pinpoint and take note of potential troublemakers and ill-doers."
"Good seats?" Ron repeated. "Herm, it's the sorting ceremony, not a Quidditch match."
"Please don't call me Herm," Hermione grimaced. "It sounds too close for comfort, to, well-"
"What?" Ron coaxed.
Hermione ducked her head, her face burning. "If you don't know I really shouldn't tell you. But with Fred and George for brothers, I thought you'd be a lot more clued up on that sort of thing."
"What's going on here?" Harry asked, bounding up to them. He was breathing hard and his face was an even deeper shade of red than Hermione's.
"Where have you been?" Hermione demanded, giving him an analytical once- over. "And why are you all red?" She placed a cool hand upon his forehead. "Look, you're short of breath and you're even burning up! You should really go and see Madame Pomfrey the instant we get indoors. In fact, as a prefect I was given a copy "The Wizarding Ways of First Aid" and I've been dying to use the charms on someone all summer-"
"Oh, it's nothing a cold shower won't take care of," Harry said, sharing a knowing look with Ron.
"Well, actually, they recommend hot, steamy showers if you're congested," Hermione explained. Ron and Harry's smiles grew wider. "In fact-" She broke off as her eyes followed their stares over to a slim blonde stepping daintily into a boat along with the other new students. "Boys! I think I'll just have a carriage to myself this time!"
"Oh, c'mon Hermione, we love you, really," Harry called after her, trying to fight down giggles, but she had already slammed the door of her carriage in their faces.
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When Harry and Ron finally arrived at the imposing entrance of Hogwarts, Hermione was there to greet them with a perfunctionary glare. After walking inside, they could see why. The first years had already arrived and were crowding up the staircase, making it impossible for anyone else to pass.
As unobtrusively as possible, the three of them crept up the stairs and huddled at the bottom of the waiting first years. "Late on my first day as Prefect," Hermione was muttering to herself. "How embarrassing. "Great" impression that will make."
The boy who had been called "Boromir" by his brother was standing near the top of the stairs and was boring his eyes into Hermione's back, willing her to turn around and face him. When she finally did, he grinned and mouthed "Hey, baby" to her. She said "Hmph!" and spun around on her heel, presenting him with her back.
"I don't mind, sweetcakes," he called down to her. "That's your best side!" At that moment he turned and spotted Professor McGonagall, who had materialised out of the Great Hall and was staring down at him with a distasteful look on her face. "Er, well-"
"Those of you who are new Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall began, giving Hermione a meaningful look, who smiled sheepishly up at her, "I congratulate you all on being accepted, and on behalf of the students and my colleagues, welcome you. Shortly the sorting ceremony will begin. I am Professor McGonagall, and I am in charge of proceedings-"
"Minerva McGonagall?" Faramir stepped forward, his eyes wide with wonder. "I read your historical account of past amigali. I found it absolutely fascinating. Its always intrigues me what different, and some may say "more genuine," aspects of their personalities that people show around animals."
"Boring," Hermione yawned.
Ron looked over at her in surprise. "Wasn't it just last term that you drove Harry and I to narcolepsy by insisting on reading out to us "The Nine Lives of Petunia Paddlefoot: Amigalus Extraordinaire"?"
"Yeah, but that was last term," Hermione said. "Live in the now." Ron saw her cringe at the colloquialism that she had forced from her lips, and grinned.
Professor McGonagall, meanwhile, was actually blushing. "Well, dearie me," she giggled, a sound which Hermione in her five years at Hogwarts had never before heard. "It is perfectly obvious which house "you" will be sorted into, but feel free to stop by my classroom sometime for a cup of tea. We clearly have a lot to discuss."
"I will be honoured," Faramir said, sweeping into a low bow, which caused Professor McGonagall's blush to deepen. Behind them Hermione, who despite her stellar marks had never been offered so much as a rice cracker by her house head, was looking scandalised. "Teacher's pet!" she hissed, which caused Harry and Ron to conveniently start coughing.
"Now," Professor McGonagall had resumed her business-like air, "we shall proceed to the Great Hall."
* * * * *
"Three boxes of Bertie Botts' Many-Flavoured Beans that the elf will end up in Slytherin," Dean Thomas whispered across the table to Harry and Ron.
"Sh!" Lavender Brown gave him a scandalised look. "You'll jinx him!"
"Four boxes that he'll end up in Slytherin," Seamus Finnegan challenged Dean, delighting in the horrified expressions on Lavender's and Parvati Patil's faces.
"Look, you are not to bet on the first years," Hermione cut in, placing a restraining hand on Seamus' arm. "It's cruel and insensitive and I won't tolerate in my own house."
"Five chocolate frogs the blonde girl will end up in Slytherin," Dean whispered. "Any takers?"
"I'll challenge that; she's one of ours," Harry spoke up, surprising himself. Hermione gave him a betrayed look.
"Nah, she's a Ravenclaw all over," Ron challenged him. "Those piercing eyes- "
"The next person who bets on the first years will receive a detention and ten points from Gryffindor, which will make us the first house ever in Hogwarts history to start the term on negative points!" Hermione finally lost it. "And I will do it too!"
"What about that ignoramous at the station?" Ron queried. "You promise to take points off him. What if he ends up here?"
"He won't," Hermione said loftily. "If he's not a Slytherin, then I'm a Malfoy."
At the mention of the pureblood family, Ron made a face.
Professor McGonagall had stepped forward, placing the Sorting Hat onto the stool in front of the teachers' table and unravelling the scroll in front of her. "Now, when I call your name, you are to step forward and place the Sorting Hat upon your head," she began, "and then proceed to the table of the house it sorts you into. Samwise Gamgee."
A tubby little blond boy, who on closer inspection was nearer to their own age, ambled self-consciously to the front of the room. He was so short that a tall teenager with wayward dark hair that Hermione hadn't seen before had to step forward and lift him on to the stool. The hat was barely above his head when it called out, "HUFFLEPUFF!" The boy slid off the stool and ran over to the Hufflepuff table, which applauded politely.
"Two chocolate frogs you owe me," Seamus whispered to Neville, looking warily over at Hermione to make sure she hadn't heard.
"Frodo Baggins!" Professor McGonagall called.
Another short boy, this time with a dark thatch of hair, strode up to meet his fate, or doom, depending on which house he was sorted into. Unlike the first boy, however, he leapt nimbly onto the stool.
The hat paused, then cried out, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry, Hermione, Ron and the rest of their table applauded, Ron leaning over to give the boy a high, or rather, "low" five as he scrambled onto the bench in between Lavender and Harry. His blond friend at the Hufflepuff table, curiously, was sobbing miserably into Hannah Abbot's lap.
"Legolas Greenleaf!"
Every pair of female eyes - and a few male pairs too, if truth be told - honed in on the tall, lithe blond as he positioned himself upon the stool and placed the Sorting Hat on top of his head. Professor Sprout was giggling into her goblet of pumpkin juice, watched over by a disdainful Snape. Then...
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat roared.
The blond flounced over to the table on the far side of the room. Lavender and Parvati threw their arms around each other and wailed. Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode smirked over at the Gryffindor table. The male Slytherins, however, looked less-than-thrilled about the latest edition to their house.
The sorting ceremony continued on. The tall, dark and ruggedly handsome teenager who had helped the little blond boy onto the stool was sorted into Ravenclaw, where despite several complimentary female glances in his direction, settled himself down the far end of the table and proceeded to smoke his pipe, hood shading his eyes [A/N - I had to slip it in somewhere]. The gorgeous alabaster-skinned girl whose house elf Harry had earlier commented over was sorted into Slytherin - and promptly threw a rafter-raising tantrum ("Sorting Hat got that one spot on," Seamus observed). Professor Snape ended up placing her under the freezing curse. Another small boy by the name of Peregrin Took, who like Frodo, attempted to jump onto the stool, but unlike Frodo, fell off, was placed in Gryffindor. His friend, Meriadoc Brandybuck, joined him.
"Great, just what I need," Ron muttered. "I escape Fred and George, and then two more jokers join my house." His sister Ginny patted him consolingly on the shoulder, but flashed a quick smile at Hermione.
"Faramir, son of Gondor."
"There goes your friend," Ron whispered to Hermione, who was trying very hard not to look in Faramir's direction. His strawberry blond hair glinting under the candlelit ceiling, Faramir approached a blushing Professor McGonagall and placed the hat upon his head.
"RAVENCLAW!" the hat called out.
Cho Chang and her comrades burst into applause. "Ravenclaw? What a NERD!" Hermione said loudly, causing Ron to bang his fists upon the table and collapse with laughter against Harry, who patted his shoulder while trying to fight off his own smile. "What? Was it something I said?"
"Look, there's your other friend," Harry said quickly, trying to distract her from the now-howling Ron Weasley. Boromir's fate was being decided. The hat was on his head for what seemed like an eternity, then called out...
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Author's Note: Heh heh, I decided to leave you on a cliffhanger. I haven't been able to update as often as usual because of exams and university assignments, but the next chapter shouldn't be very long, so I should have it up soon.
Aislynn Crowdaughter: Thank for your review, and greetings to you too! I like it when people review with constructive criticism; it keeps me on my toes. I do realise that there is more of HP than LOTR characters, which is why I will soon be changing this to a HP fic. I also made the LOTR characters a lot younger and placed them in a contemporary setting, which hopefully explains some of the character changes. Arwen may be wise and good after living a milennia, but she may not be that way at seventeen with an overly-doting father. And don't worry, I have something special planned for Gimli. I'm glad you like my depiction of Ron. I wanted to make him less sulky than in some fics I've read, because I think that especially with the absence of Fred and George, he could be a pretty funny guy.
ears91: I actually have no idea why Harry didn't sit with Ron and Hermione like he normally would. Maybe some latent instinct made him look for Eowyn? :)
MoroTheWolfGod: Don't worry, I have some good ideas for Legolas that I'm just holding back out of cruelty. Actually, I'm not but they need to be used in context (ie: Quidditch matches, classes) and I just haven't quite got to those stages yet.
Tori: Hope your friend enjoyed my fic. And even though she's a R/H shipper and I'm not, I hope she enjoyed the chemistry they have together as friends.
The rest of you, thanks for reading, hoped you enjoyed it, and please don't flame me if you don't like the houses I have sorted LOTR characters into. More soon!
This has been complete for a while, but fanfiction.net won't let me log in, so I can't update (tears out hair in frustration).
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Chapter Five: Sorted Out
"Harry?" Hermione called. "Harry Potter?" At his full name the faces of both Creeveys lit up, then fell once they realised it was a false alarm. "Oh, blast it, where is he? If we don't get onto a carriage soon, we'll be stuck outside the Great Hall behind all the first years."
"And it will be the "prefect," oops, I meant "prefect" occasion to impart your wisdom and brainwash susceptible first years," Ron teased her. Hermione tried to scowl at him, but ended up dropping her head to hide the eventual grin. "Wouldn't think you'd want to pass up an opportunity like that."
"What I do want is good seats," Hermione fretted, shifting from one foot to the other. "The sorting ceremony is a prime opportunity for me to pinpoint and take note of potential troublemakers and ill-doers."
"Good seats?" Ron repeated. "Herm, it's the sorting ceremony, not a Quidditch match."
"Please don't call me Herm," Hermione grimaced. "It sounds too close for comfort, to, well-"
"What?" Ron coaxed.
Hermione ducked her head, her face burning. "If you don't know I really shouldn't tell you. But with Fred and George for brothers, I thought you'd be a lot more clued up on that sort of thing."
"What's going on here?" Harry asked, bounding up to them. He was breathing hard and his face was an even deeper shade of red than Hermione's.
"Where have you been?" Hermione demanded, giving him an analytical once- over. "And why are you all red?" She placed a cool hand upon his forehead. "Look, you're short of breath and you're even burning up! You should really go and see Madame Pomfrey the instant we get indoors. In fact, as a prefect I was given a copy "The Wizarding Ways of First Aid" and I've been dying to use the charms on someone all summer-"
"Oh, it's nothing a cold shower won't take care of," Harry said, sharing a knowing look with Ron.
"Well, actually, they recommend hot, steamy showers if you're congested," Hermione explained. Ron and Harry's smiles grew wider. "In fact-" She broke off as her eyes followed their stares over to a slim blonde stepping daintily into a boat along with the other new students. "Boys! I think I'll just have a carriage to myself this time!"
"Oh, c'mon Hermione, we love you, really," Harry called after her, trying to fight down giggles, but she had already slammed the door of her carriage in their faces.
* * * * *
When Harry and Ron finally arrived at the imposing entrance of Hogwarts, Hermione was there to greet them with a perfunctionary glare. After walking inside, they could see why. The first years had already arrived and were crowding up the staircase, making it impossible for anyone else to pass.
As unobtrusively as possible, the three of them crept up the stairs and huddled at the bottom of the waiting first years. "Late on my first day as Prefect," Hermione was muttering to herself. "How embarrassing. "Great" impression that will make."
The boy who had been called "Boromir" by his brother was standing near the top of the stairs and was boring his eyes into Hermione's back, willing her to turn around and face him. When she finally did, he grinned and mouthed "Hey, baby" to her. She said "Hmph!" and spun around on her heel, presenting him with her back.
"I don't mind, sweetcakes," he called down to her. "That's your best side!" At that moment he turned and spotted Professor McGonagall, who had materialised out of the Great Hall and was staring down at him with a distasteful look on her face. "Er, well-"
"Those of you who are new Hogwarts," Professor McGonagall began, giving Hermione a meaningful look, who smiled sheepishly up at her, "I congratulate you all on being accepted, and on behalf of the students and my colleagues, welcome you. Shortly the sorting ceremony will begin. I am Professor McGonagall, and I am in charge of proceedings-"
"Minerva McGonagall?" Faramir stepped forward, his eyes wide with wonder. "I read your historical account of past amigali. I found it absolutely fascinating. Its always intrigues me what different, and some may say "more genuine," aspects of their personalities that people show around animals."
"Boring," Hermione yawned.
Ron looked over at her in surprise. "Wasn't it just last term that you drove Harry and I to narcolepsy by insisting on reading out to us "The Nine Lives of Petunia Paddlefoot: Amigalus Extraordinaire"?"
"Yeah, but that was last term," Hermione said. "Live in the now." Ron saw her cringe at the colloquialism that she had forced from her lips, and grinned.
Professor McGonagall, meanwhile, was actually blushing. "Well, dearie me," she giggled, a sound which Hermione in her five years at Hogwarts had never before heard. "It is perfectly obvious which house "you" will be sorted into, but feel free to stop by my classroom sometime for a cup of tea. We clearly have a lot to discuss."
"I will be honoured," Faramir said, sweeping into a low bow, which caused Professor McGonagall's blush to deepen. Behind them Hermione, who despite her stellar marks had never been offered so much as a rice cracker by her house head, was looking scandalised. "Teacher's pet!" she hissed, which caused Harry and Ron to conveniently start coughing.
"Now," Professor McGonagall had resumed her business-like air, "we shall proceed to the Great Hall."
* * * * *
"Three boxes of Bertie Botts' Many-Flavoured Beans that the elf will end up in Slytherin," Dean Thomas whispered across the table to Harry and Ron.
"Sh!" Lavender Brown gave him a scandalised look. "You'll jinx him!"
"Four boxes that he'll end up in Slytherin," Seamus Finnegan challenged Dean, delighting in the horrified expressions on Lavender's and Parvati Patil's faces.
"Look, you are not to bet on the first years," Hermione cut in, placing a restraining hand on Seamus' arm. "It's cruel and insensitive and I won't tolerate in my own house."
"Five chocolate frogs the blonde girl will end up in Slytherin," Dean whispered. "Any takers?"
"I'll challenge that; she's one of ours," Harry spoke up, surprising himself. Hermione gave him a betrayed look.
"Nah, she's a Ravenclaw all over," Ron challenged him. "Those piercing eyes- "
"The next person who bets on the first years will receive a detention and ten points from Gryffindor, which will make us the first house ever in Hogwarts history to start the term on negative points!" Hermione finally lost it. "And I will do it too!"
"What about that ignoramous at the station?" Ron queried. "You promise to take points off him. What if he ends up here?"
"He won't," Hermione said loftily. "If he's not a Slytherin, then I'm a Malfoy."
At the mention of the pureblood family, Ron made a face.
Professor McGonagall had stepped forward, placing the Sorting Hat onto the stool in front of the teachers' table and unravelling the scroll in front of her. "Now, when I call your name, you are to step forward and place the Sorting Hat upon your head," she began, "and then proceed to the table of the house it sorts you into. Samwise Gamgee."
A tubby little blond boy, who on closer inspection was nearer to their own age, ambled self-consciously to the front of the room. He was so short that a tall teenager with wayward dark hair that Hermione hadn't seen before had to step forward and lift him on to the stool. The hat was barely above his head when it called out, "HUFFLEPUFF!" The boy slid off the stool and ran over to the Hufflepuff table, which applauded politely.
"Two chocolate frogs you owe me," Seamus whispered to Neville, looking warily over at Hermione to make sure she hadn't heard.
"Frodo Baggins!" Professor McGonagall called.
Another short boy, this time with a dark thatch of hair, strode up to meet his fate, or doom, depending on which house he was sorted into. Unlike the first boy, however, he leapt nimbly onto the stool.
The hat paused, then cried out, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry, Hermione, Ron and the rest of their table applauded, Ron leaning over to give the boy a high, or rather, "low" five as he scrambled onto the bench in between Lavender and Harry. His blond friend at the Hufflepuff table, curiously, was sobbing miserably into Hannah Abbot's lap.
"Legolas Greenleaf!"
Every pair of female eyes - and a few male pairs too, if truth be told - honed in on the tall, lithe blond as he positioned himself upon the stool and placed the Sorting Hat on top of his head. Professor Sprout was giggling into her goblet of pumpkin juice, watched over by a disdainful Snape. Then...
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat roared.
The blond flounced over to the table on the far side of the room. Lavender and Parvati threw their arms around each other and wailed. Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode smirked over at the Gryffindor table. The male Slytherins, however, looked less-than-thrilled about the latest edition to their house.
The sorting ceremony continued on. The tall, dark and ruggedly handsome teenager who had helped the little blond boy onto the stool was sorted into Ravenclaw, where despite several complimentary female glances in his direction, settled himself down the far end of the table and proceeded to smoke his pipe, hood shading his eyes [A/N - I had to slip it in somewhere]. The gorgeous alabaster-skinned girl whose house elf Harry had earlier commented over was sorted into Slytherin - and promptly threw a rafter-raising tantrum ("Sorting Hat got that one spot on," Seamus observed). Professor Snape ended up placing her under the freezing curse. Another small boy by the name of Peregrin Took, who like Frodo, attempted to jump onto the stool, but unlike Frodo, fell off, was placed in Gryffindor. His friend, Meriadoc Brandybuck, joined him.
"Great, just what I need," Ron muttered. "I escape Fred and George, and then two more jokers join my house." His sister Ginny patted him consolingly on the shoulder, but flashed a quick smile at Hermione.
"Faramir, son of Gondor."
"There goes your friend," Ron whispered to Hermione, who was trying very hard not to look in Faramir's direction. His strawberry blond hair glinting under the candlelit ceiling, Faramir approached a blushing Professor McGonagall and placed the hat upon his head.
"RAVENCLAW!" the hat called out.
Cho Chang and her comrades burst into applause. "Ravenclaw? What a NERD!" Hermione said loudly, causing Ron to bang his fists upon the table and collapse with laughter against Harry, who patted his shoulder while trying to fight off his own smile. "What? Was it something I said?"
"Look, there's your other friend," Harry said quickly, trying to distract her from the now-howling Ron Weasley. Boromir's fate was being decided. The hat was on his head for what seemed like an eternity, then called out...
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Author's Note: Heh heh, I decided to leave you on a cliffhanger. I haven't been able to update as often as usual because of exams and university assignments, but the next chapter shouldn't be very long, so I should have it up soon.
Aislynn Crowdaughter: Thank for your review, and greetings to you too! I like it when people review with constructive criticism; it keeps me on my toes. I do realise that there is more of HP than LOTR characters, which is why I will soon be changing this to a HP fic. I also made the LOTR characters a lot younger and placed them in a contemporary setting, which hopefully explains some of the character changes. Arwen may be wise and good after living a milennia, but she may not be that way at seventeen with an overly-doting father. And don't worry, I have something special planned for Gimli. I'm glad you like my depiction of Ron. I wanted to make him less sulky than in some fics I've read, because I think that especially with the absence of Fred and George, he could be a pretty funny guy.
ears91: I actually have no idea why Harry didn't sit with Ron and Hermione like he normally would. Maybe some latent instinct made him look for Eowyn? :)
MoroTheWolfGod: Don't worry, I have some good ideas for Legolas that I'm just holding back out of cruelty. Actually, I'm not but they need to be used in context (ie: Quidditch matches, classes) and I just haven't quite got to those stages yet.
Tori: Hope your friend enjoyed my fic. And even though she's a R/H shipper and I'm not, I hope she enjoyed the chemistry they have together as friends.
The rest of you, thanks for reading, hoped you enjoyed it, and please don't flame me if you don't like the houses I have sorted LOTR characters into. More soon!