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the new Malfoy residence. : ) All characters, objects, and settings in
the Harry Potter book series are property of J.K. Rowling, not myself. I
am not making a profit off of any of my writing ... Blah, Blah, Blah ... I'm
sure you get the point.
Hermione's P.O.V.
Professor McGonagall entered the great hall with a double line of terrified 11 year olds trailing behind her. Minerva marched up to the front of the great hall carrying a stool, a hat, and a roll of parchment.
It was so quiet; the only sound was the soles of her shoes clicking on the hard, stone floor.
She positioned the rickety, four legged stool down in view of everyone, then she placed the old, leather hat on top of it and stepped back. The hat was faded, torn and slightly bent at a strange angle. It was just the way Hermione remembered it. It squirmed, and then appeared to twitch. A tear in the old leather fabric expanded near the brim- and the hat began to sing.
"There hasn't yet been a sorting That I have not attended. To put you in your place, Is for what I am intended. I have done so more than A thousand times before, And I will do so A thousand times again. I look inside your head, To find where you should be. There is not a student here That has not worn me. Be it Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Or Slytherin. Put me on, And I shall see Just where it is You ought to be."
The whole of the student body broke into applause as soon as the cap had said its last words.
Silence fell over the great hall yet again. Professor McGonagall paced back up to the stool, picked up the hat, and turned on her heel to face the students.
"When I call your name, sit on the stool."
And so the sorting commenced.
Hermione applauded loudly for the new Gryffindors. It had been 14 years since she had been one of the first years being greeted at the house table.
She glanced back down the table, where professor Snape, her old potions was sitting. How she had despised him. He was staring attentively as the sorting hat. And when it yelled "SLYTHERIN" Snape clapped hard, but kept the same indifferent expression on his face. She had never noticed it before... and thought it quite amusing.
He doesn't recognize me... that's why he hasn't insulted me yet. She thought sarcastically.
The sorting was complete. There was scattered conversation in the hall, welcoming of new students mostly. Dumbledore stood and, once again, silence fell.
"I have a few announcements before we proceed, but I think they can wait until after we've proceeded. That would be a more appropriate time for announcements. So until we've finished proceeding, dig in!" Dumbledore sat down and as soon as he picked up his fork, food magically appeared on their plates.
After everyone was sufficiently stuffed, Dumbledore stood once more.
Hermione's P.O.V.
Professor McGonagall entered the great hall with a double line of terrified 11 year olds trailing behind her. Minerva marched up to the front of the great hall carrying a stool, a hat, and a roll of parchment.
It was so quiet; the only sound was the soles of her shoes clicking on the hard, stone floor.
She positioned the rickety, four legged stool down in view of everyone, then she placed the old, leather hat on top of it and stepped back. The hat was faded, torn and slightly bent at a strange angle. It was just the way Hermione remembered it. It squirmed, and then appeared to twitch. A tear in the old leather fabric expanded near the brim- and the hat began to sing.
"There hasn't yet been a sorting That I have not attended. To put you in your place, Is for what I am intended. I have done so more than A thousand times before, And I will do so A thousand times again. I look inside your head, To find where you should be. There is not a student here That has not worn me. Be it Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Or Slytherin. Put me on, And I shall see Just where it is You ought to be."
The whole of the student body broke into applause as soon as the cap had said its last words.
Silence fell over the great hall yet again. Professor McGonagall paced back up to the stool, picked up the hat, and turned on her heel to face the students.
"When I call your name, sit on the stool."
And so the sorting commenced.
Hermione applauded loudly for the new Gryffindors. It had been 14 years since she had been one of the first years being greeted at the house table.
She glanced back down the table, where professor Snape, her old potions was sitting. How she had despised him. He was staring attentively as the sorting hat. And when it yelled "SLYTHERIN" Snape clapped hard, but kept the same indifferent expression on his face. She had never noticed it before... and thought it quite amusing.
He doesn't recognize me... that's why he hasn't insulted me yet. She thought sarcastically.
The sorting was complete. There was scattered conversation in the hall, welcoming of new students mostly. Dumbledore stood and, once again, silence fell.
"I have a few announcements before we proceed, but I think they can wait until after we've proceeded. That would be a more appropriate time for announcements. So until we've finished proceeding, dig in!" Dumbledore sat down and as soon as he picked up his fork, food magically appeared on their plates.
After everyone was sufficiently stuffed, Dumbledore stood once more.