Disclaimer: I wish I wish I wish I hadn't sat on that fish. . . and had Harry Potter all to myself. . .sadly (or greatfully) it belongs to JK.

Notes: Robin time!! Whoot! To all those who care ::cough:: claire ::cough:: This is the sorting hat chapter. It goes fast ::snaps fingers:: so keep an eye out for stupid little jokes here and there. . .they're in the character names. One more thing: I do not own some of these names. . . Claire Belbusti is a good example of that. That belongs to Claire. She just needs to be there. Important shite later.

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Upon entering the massive Hall (no wonder it was called Great), Robin nearly fell over trying to look at the ceiling. If it wasn't for his new found friend, Luke, he would be on his back at that moment. Luke had gripped his arm to help him gain his balance and to bring him back to reality.

Robin, who towered over the first years by a head, grinned down at Luke, the dark bags under his eyes scrunching up to make him look like he had indentical black eyes. Luke grinned back, the freckles on his own face scrunched together to to make it seem as if there was a brown line across his face.

The two became friends almost immeadiatly. They had so much in common: they both Irish, they were both escorted to the Hogwarts Express by their elder brothers, and they both played a small recorder of sorts. Only Robin's attracted poltergists . . . Luke's just sounded pretty.

The first years stopped in front of the teacher's table. An elderly woman stepped up to the front. "Welcome, first years. I am your head misstress, Helga Aerus. I hope to stay this way for your whole seven years, but you never know." She smiled, as if humored by the fact of unemployment or death. "Now, let us get to the poing of the dragon's wing!" She pulled out a lovely looking hat, looking almost as if it was new, but it was a little worn. "All right, out Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Professor Moure, is now going to call off the list of names. When your name is called, come sit under the hat and you'll be sorted into your proper house."

She nodded and a pathetic looking man, frail and rather demented, but friendly all the same, came up to the front. He pulled out a scroll from his sleve and began to recite the names.

"Auld, Ashley." A girl with long, braided red hair sat under the hat. Not much longer, she was proclaimed the newest member of Gryffindor and the table erupted in cheers.

"deBarbarack, Dameon."

Robin turned to Luke, "Do you know what house you want to be in?"

Dameon went to Ravenclaw.

"Yeah."

"Oh, really? What house?"

Hannah Barbera went to Slytherin.

"Gryffindor."

"Gryffindor? Why that house!?"

Claire Belbusti became the second one in Ravenclaw.

"Because that's what my brother was in. Why? Don't tell me you want to be in a house like Slytherin. . ."

Timothy Benigin went to Slythering.

"Well. . .yeah I do."

"What!? Are you crazy!?"

Hydran Black also went into Slytherin (no surprise there).

"Same reason as you. My brother was in that house."

Elan Bongdabesh went into Slytherin as well.

Luke glared at Robin in confusion as to why someone so nice would want to be in such a dreary place. He faced front as Eli Crane was the first to be welcomed by Hufflepuff. Followed shortly by Jaques Defarge. Then it pingponged back from Jenifer Doublas in Gryffindow to Adam Douglas in Hufflepuff, back to both Aberforth and Albus Dumbledore in Gryffindor.

The more children went up, the more Robin shook. He began to worry about numerous things. What happened if he didn't get into Slytherin? What happened if his only friend in Hogwarts was not in the same house with him? What exactly did the hat do?

Racheal Ellis went into Hufflepuff.

"Hey Luke," he whispered. Luke looked up at him as Joesph Elstien entered Gryffindor. "Promis to be my friend no matter what house we go in?"

Luke stared at Robin for a little bit, the faint noises of Morticia Anglesun entering Slytherin in the background. 'How could someone this nice want to be in a house like that!?' Luke thought again. He recalled his brother telling shameful stories of the people in that house and the things they had done. Including the founder of the house. "Sure," Luke said with a smile and Puck Goodfellow went into Gryffindor.

Robin returned the smile and refocused his attention at Hufflepuff's newest member, Sahra Gulla. His mind was settled on one matter, he'd have his friend. Thus far, he was one step ahead of everyone else in his class.

Time passed as Randall Hamilton went into Gryffindor and Europa Io went into Ravenclaw. Then it was Robin's turn.

"Killingham, Robin."

Robin shakingly walked up to the rise, sat on the stool, and held his breath as the hat slipped onto his head and over his eyes. Robin crossed his fingers as they clutched the chair.

'Oh my my my, what have we here,' the hat whispered. 'Gregory's little brother? Well it is true then, you are a lot like him.' Robin questioned what the hat meant. 'One of the most honest, good natured young men I have ever seen, yet belonging to a house opposite of your nature.'

Robin began to whisper 'please' repeaditly, his knuckles turning white from clutching on to the chair.

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Yeah I know. . .its not much of a cliffhanger. But once again. . .this is just the prelude. .and intro. To the big story. That'll be coming soon. I have Chapter 2 part 1 going on paper. . .going fast I might add. . .who am I? I'm an artist not a writer. Someone stop me!!! ::runs off laughing like a maniac::