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Persuading a Hat
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Looking up, she was amazed and almost excited about the new place all of a sudden. The gray-black skies thundered and roared with magnificent century old stone castles climbing the clouds into the wild skies. A great willow tree thrashed about in the wind next to a vast crystal blue lake that looked nearly as deep as the ocean. Somehow, the unexplainable almost infinite depth reminded her of Harry. Yes, she got so caught up she had trouble deciding which had been first, they both seemed do absolute; surely one could not have existed without the other.
She was snapped back to the present by someone tugging on the shoulder of her robes and hustling her into a carriage drawn by a great black horse with leathery wings and skeletal frame. Hardly noticing anyone in her carriage, she stared at the sky; it was still raining as heavily as ever with as much resolve as it had ever had. It seemed like it was always raining in England, especially when something frightening was on the rise...
Looking around her carriage, Verlieren saw 3 students who looked only a little bit younger than her. One was a thin girl with long red hair and freckles, looking at her was like looking at the female version of Ron, "this must be his sister," Verlieren thought to herself, huddled in the corner of the carriage listening to the gentle sounds of the rain. The small boy sitting next to her had gleaming white blonde hair and was fiddling with a camera in his lap, removing and replacing the lens cap, and reviewing the pictures he had already taken. Sitting next to her was a stout boy who seemed to be almost exactly her age. In his lap was a large green toad that made loud croaking noises as it hopped around, while the boy struggled to keep him in his pocket. He attempted multiple times to keep the toad in his pocket, repeating, "Come on, Trevor! Back in my pocket!" but his efforts were to no avail.
As the carriage bumped along the road, the three other students laughed and talked amongst themselves as the boy with the large camera took pictures of his friends while they chatted and giggled in the small space. The light haired boy suddenly turned his attention to Verlieren sitting still and quiet in the carriage,
"Who are you? My name's Colin Creevy! I don't know you, and I know everyone. I know Harry Potter! It's true…" he said continuing to rattle on and on. Assuming that he was going to continue to talk with or without her adding to the conversation, she slowly replied.
"Yeah..." She said softly and sleepily. She began to let herself slip back into dreamland, when the boy rather rudely interrupted, "So what's your name?" Verlieren was getting rather annoyed with the boy, and said half heartedly without even turning her head to face the boy, "Verlieren." She continued to look out the window, watching the raindrops slap the paved road pooling into great puddles as the great mysterious skeletal horses pulled through the water. Their leathery bat-like wings beat in great circular motions trying to shield themselves from the rain, and the little rain that reached their skin went slowly from bone to bone over the gaps and ridges of the horses tightly stretched skin.
"Hey Varlarn!" Turning her head quickly, she saw a bright flash in her face, and snapped her head back. The boy giggled a high-pitched laugh as she saw that he had just taken a picture of her with his large Polaroid camera.
"Colin! Be nice!" the girl she had taken to be Ron's sister said rolling her eyes, "You're scaring off all the new kids! Hi I'm Ginny. What brings you to Hogwarts? You don't look like a first year to me, but you look far too young to be a teacher."
"I moved hear from Germany because my father is an auror. I used to go to Zauberi Magical Arts Academy in Germany; I am a 6th year. It was not really a choice…everyone thought new atmosphere would be good for me, and my dad wanted to help Dumbledore fight the Todeesser…" this last part she added slowly and in more of a whisper. She felt that it needed to be said, but wanted no one to hear it.
"What?" Ginny looked confused.
"Todeesser, I think you call them…Dead eaters?"
"Oh, Cool." Ginny said enthusiastically, "How are they going to accommodate you, I mean, we have only a certain amount of people accepted to the school each year."
"Oh, right, there was some girl…I don't remember who, her father moved to Germany to start a gossip magazine. She took my spot back at Zauberi, and I'm taking her place at Hogwarts."
"Do you have any idea who you switched with?" Ginny asked, still curious. Verlieren nodded, and picked up her bag, shuffling through her papers in a disorganized fashion, putting them back into a rather unkempt pile. She pulled out a copy of "Hogwarts, eine Geschichte" and took out a piece of paper folded in between pages 345 and 346.
"Here it is," she said, beginning to read over the paper, "Luna Lovegood, Ravenclaw, 5th year."
"How is that going to work?" Ginny asked her.
"I'm sure I'll be taking my own classes, and I'll be in my own house, but otherwise, my accommodations will be what was meant for her." Verlieren shrugged, not thinking much of it. Surely it didn't matter whom you switched with, things would be based on your grade level and such, and they would certainly not put you in the younger classes.
Chatting in little bits with Ginny about how weird she found the transfer policy, Verlieren slowly made her way up to the castle, and was immediately confronted by the problem of where to sit. Not being a first year and not having a house was a bit of a problem in the seating arrangement. She looked around and found Harry and his friends laughing and talking to other Gryffindors, and an open seat right next to him. She pivoted around to sit in the empty space, when a tall witch with red hair in a tight bun and small spectacles lead her by the shoulder to a seat near a gray old wizard whom she presumed to Dumbledore's, rather than with the other students. As the rain drenched first years processed into the great open room with a large animated ceiling that displayed the rain pouring outside, Dumbledore rose to address the crowd.
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! Now Proffessor Filch wished to remind you that some 567-odd items have been added to the list of things not allowed at Hogwarts. Also, a resounding 96% of these items are made by none other than Weasely's Wizard Wheezes, owned and operated by very recently former Hogwarts students, Fred and George Weasely. Brilliant really, those two. Excellent work. I myself accidently got my hands on a "ton tongue toffee" and it was quite a misshap, I must say." The witch with graying red hair and tiny spectacles cleared her throat loudly. "But perhaps now is not the time. On another note, for the first time since 1834, Hogwarts has a new student from Zauberi Magical Arts Academy in Germany. The student we will be hosting this year is Verlieren Albrecht, who will be joining the 6th year class as a new member of our community. As part of the Hogwarts community, she will be sorted first. No let the sorting, commence!" As he finished the speech, all eyes turned to an old graying hat sitting on a stool. Then, the hat opened up at a great stitch in the middle, and began to sing!
"In olden days when I was knew
I was made to talk to you
And sort you into houses
Where prospective fortune waits for you
And though I've done it faithfully
Some people start to question me
For I'm a hat, only that,
What wisdom can I show to thee?
I have a look inside your brain
See what you want and if you're sain
I measure your ambition
And other things again
Now who am I? A hat
The point of me was only that
Till Wizards saw a need for me
And gave me a brain so I could see
So slip me on your head, my dear
I'll tell you what you need to hear
I'll do my best, so have no fear
Lets start with our new 6th year."
"A bit short this year." She heard someone from behind her say.
"First to be sorted is this year's new 6th year student, Verlieren Albrecht.
Then, the witch with her hair in a tight bun lifted Verlieren from her chair and led her by the shoulder to the stool. Standing in front of the large crowd, her heart started pounding. She had no idea what to do, and no one was about to show her. Taking her cues from someone in the audience, she picked up the hat, sat on the stool, and put the graying hat on her head.
"Hmm…yes…I see a lot of sadness in here, and pain that you don't want to let go of. What's this? A bit of a loner, very studious, hmm…maybe you would be best in Ravenclaw…. yes…."
"No, I wouldn't! I'm not that smart! You'd be making a grand mistake!" She interjected to the contemplative hat.
"Oh really? Well if you don't like my ideas, where do YOU think you belong?" said the hat, frustrated.
"Gryffindor." She added in a whisper. "I want to be in Gryffindor."
"Well, I do see a lot of initiative, but it seams you've been very afraid for almost a year now."
She felt a rush of rage, "That fear was hardly unreasonable! Surely you must admit, I do have a pretty good track record."
Investigating her brain further, the sorted hat conceded, "Well, I think your temper should put you in Slytherin!"
"NO! Not Slytherin! Anything but Slytherin! I can't be in Slytherin! If you put me in Slytherin, I'll…. I'll….turn you into a toad!"
"Spoken like a true Gryffindor. Or Slytherin." The hat responded with a chuckle.
"Please put me in Gryffindor." She pleaded.
"What do you want to be in Gryffindor for, Ravenclaw is a lovely house, really."
"None of your affair." She said looking at Harry, trying to catch his glance.
"Oh, I see." The hat smirked.
"You do not." She said, blushing furiously.
"You'd be wonderful company to the Gryffindor girls." He gave a small laugh, "Well, I guess it's settled….GRYFFINDOR!" Yelled the hat to the on looking crowd.
"Yes!" she thought. She walked slowly to take her seat at the Gryffindor table, with one open seat…the seat next to Harry.
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Looking up, she was amazed and almost excited about the new place all of a sudden. The gray-black skies thundered and roared with magnificent century old stone castles climbing the clouds into the wild skies. A great willow tree thrashed about in the wind next to a vast crystal blue lake that looked nearly as deep as the ocean. Somehow, the unexplainable almost infinite depth reminded her of Harry. Yes, she got so caught up she had trouble deciding which had been first, they both seemed do absolute; surely one could not have existed without the other.
She was snapped back to the present by someone tugging on the shoulder of her robes and hustling her into a carriage drawn by a great black horse with leathery wings and skeletal frame. Hardly noticing anyone in her carriage, she stared at the sky; it was still raining as heavily as ever with as much resolve as it had ever had. It seemed like it was always raining in England, especially when something frightening was on the rise...
Looking around her carriage, Verlieren saw 3 students who looked only a little bit younger than her. One was a thin girl with long red hair and freckles, looking at her was like looking at the female version of Ron, "this must be his sister," Verlieren thought to herself, huddled in the corner of the carriage listening to the gentle sounds of the rain. The small boy sitting next to her had gleaming white blonde hair and was fiddling with a camera in his lap, removing and replacing the lens cap, and reviewing the pictures he had already taken. Sitting next to her was a stout boy who seemed to be almost exactly her age. In his lap was a large green toad that made loud croaking noises as it hopped around, while the boy struggled to keep him in his pocket. He attempted multiple times to keep the toad in his pocket, repeating, "Come on, Trevor! Back in my pocket!" but his efforts were to no avail.
As the carriage bumped along the road, the three other students laughed and talked amongst themselves as the boy with the large camera took pictures of his friends while they chatted and giggled in the small space. The light haired boy suddenly turned his attention to Verlieren sitting still and quiet in the carriage,
"Who are you? My name's Colin Creevy! I don't know you, and I know everyone. I know Harry Potter! It's true…" he said continuing to rattle on and on. Assuming that he was going to continue to talk with or without her adding to the conversation, she slowly replied.
"Yeah..." She said softly and sleepily. She began to let herself slip back into dreamland, when the boy rather rudely interrupted, "So what's your name?" Verlieren was getting rather annoyed with the boy, and said half heartedly without even turning her head to face the boy, "Verlieren." She continued to look out the window, watching the raindrops slap the paved road pooling into great puddles as the great mysterious skeletal horses pulled through the water. Their leathery bat-like wings beat in great circular motions trying to shield themselves from the rain, and the little rain that reached their skin went slowly from bone to bone over the gaps and ridges of the horses tightly stretched skin.
"Hey Varlarn!" Turning her head quickly, she saw a bright flash in her face, and snapped her head back. The boy giggled a high-pitched laugh as she saw that he had just taken a picture of her with his large Polaroid camera.
"Colin! Be nice!" the girl she had taken to be Ron's sister said rolling her eyes, "You're scaring off all the new kids! Hi I'm Ginny. What brings you to Hogwarts? You don't look like a first year to me, but you look far too young to be a teacher."
"I moved hear from Germany because my father is an auror. I used to go to Zauberi Magical Arts Academy in Germany; I am a 6th year. It was not really a choice…everyone thought new atmosphere would be good for me, and my dad wanted to help Dumbledore fight the Todeesser…" this last part she added slowly and in more of a whisper. She felt that it needed to be said, but wanted no one to hear it.
"What?" Ginny looked confused.
"Todeesser, I think you call them…Dead eaters?"
"Oh, Cool." Ginny said enthusiastically, "How are they going to accommodate you, I mean, we have only a certain amount of people accepted to the school each year."
"Oh, right, there was some girl…I don't remember who, her father moved to Germany to start a gossip magazine. She took my spot back at Zauberi, and I'm taking her place at Hogwarts."
"Do you have any idea who you switched with?" Ginny asked, still curious. Verlieren nodded, and picked up her bag, shuffling through her papers in a disorganized fashion, putting them back into a rather unkempt pile. She pulled out a copy of "Hogwarts, eine Geschichte" and took out a piece of paper folded in between pages 345 and 346.
"Here it is," she said, beginning to read over the paper, "Luna Lovegood, Ravenclaw, 5th year."
"How is that going to work?" Ginny asked her.
"I'm sure I'll be taking my own classes, and I'll be in my own house, but otherwise, my accommodations will be what was meant for her." Verlieren shrugged, not thinking much of it. Surely it didn't matter whom you switched with, things would be based on your grade level and such, and they would certainly not put you in the younger classes.
Chatting in little bits with Ginny about how weird she found the transfer policy, Verlieren slowly made her way up to the castle, and was immediately confronted by the problem of where to sit. Not being a first year and not having a house was a bit of a problem in the seating arrangement. She looked around and found Harry and his friends laughing and talking to other Gryffindors, and an open seat right next to him. She pivoted around to sit in the empty space, when a tall witch with red hair in a tight bun and small spectacles lead her by the shoulder to a seat near a gray old wizard whom she presumed to Dumbledore's, rather than with the other students. As the rain drenched first years processed into the great open room with a large animated ceiling that displayed the rain pouring outside, Dumbledore rose to address the crowd.
"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! Now Proffessor Filch wished to remind you that some 567-odd items have been added to the list of things not allowed at Hogwarts. Also, a resounding 96% of these items are made by none other than Weasely's Wizard Wheezes, owned and operated by very recently former Hogwarts students, Fred and George Weasely. Brilliant really, those two. Excellent work. I myself accidently got my hands on a "ton tongue toffee" and it was quite a misshap, I must say." The witch with graying red hair and tiny spectacles cleared her throat loudly. "But perhaps now is not the time. On another note, for the first time since 1834, Hogwarts has a new student from Zauberi Magical Arts Academy in Germany. The student we will be hosting this year is Verlieren Albrecht, who will be joining the 6th year class as a new member of our community. As part of the Hogwarts community, she will be sorted first. No let the sorting, commence!" As he finished the speech, all eyes turned to an old graying hat sitting on a stool. Then, the hat opened up at a great stitch in the middle, and began to sing!
"In olden days when I was knew
I was made to talk to you
And sort you into houses
Where prospective fortune waits for you
And though I've done it faithfully
Some people start to question me
For I'm a hat, only that,
What wisdom can I show to thee?
I have a look inside your brain
See what you want and if you're sain
I measure your ambition
And other things again
Now who am I? A hat
The point of me was only that
Till Wizards saw a need for me
And gave me a brain so I could see
So slip me on your head, my dear
I'll tell you what you need to hear
I'll do my best, so have no fear
Lets start with our new 6th year."
"A bit short this year." She heard someone from behind her say.
"First to be sorted is this year's new 6th year student, Verlieren Albrecht.
Then, the witch with her hair in a tight bun lifted Verlieren from her chair and led her by the shoulder to the stool. Standing in front of the large crowd, her heart started pounding. She had no idea what to do, and no one was about to show her. Taking her cues from someone in the audience, she picked up the hat, sat on the stool, and put the graying hat on her head.
"Hmm…yes…I see a lot of sadness in here, and pain that you don't want to let go of. What's this? A bit of a loner, very studious, hmm…maybe you would be best in Ravenclaw…. yes…."
"No, I wouldn't! I'm not that smart! You'd be making a grand mistake!" She interjected to the contemplative hat.
"Oh really? Well if you don't like my ideas, where do YOU think you belong?" said the hat, frustrated.
"Gryffindor." She added in a whisper. "I want to be in Gryffindor."
"Well, I do see a lot of initiative, but it seams you've been very afraid for almost a year now."
She felt a rush of rage, "That fear was hardly unreasonable! Surely you must admit, I do have a pretty good track record."
Investigating her brain further, the sorted hat conceded, "Well, I think your temper should put you in Slytherin!"
"NO! Not Slytherin! Anything but Slytherin! I can't be in Slytherin! If you put me in Slytherin, I'll…. I'll….turn you into a toad!"
"Spoken like a true Gryffindor. Or Slytherin." The hat responded with a chuckle.
"Please put me in Gryffindor." She pleaded.
"What do you want to be in Gryffindor for, Ravenclaw is a lovely house, really."
"None of your affair." She said looking at Harry, trying to catch his glance.
"Oh, I see." The hat smirked.
"You do not." She said, blushing furiously.
"You'd be wonderful company to the Gryffindor girls." He gave a small laugh, "Well, I guess it's settled….GRYFFINDOR!" Yelled the hat to the on looking crowd.
"Yes!" she thought. She walked slowly to take her seat at the Gryffindor table, with one open seat…the seat next to Harry.