Desperately In Need Of Sorting

Well, now it's all sorted out, no pun intended!

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Esspesially those little rats(you know who you are)who I told to come and give me good reviews...(I couldn't find my book to check. Man, I REALLY need to tidy my room. And yes I'm a girl! DUH!)

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Enjoy!

Oh right.(hits self) Such a scatterbrain.

Not too sure about the discription of Alice in this chapter, I thoughtshe was blond, but not sure...So artistic licence there.

My first day at Hogwarts. The sorting, I was too old for it, and yet, I could not be randomly thrown into a house. The solution? A private Sorting, a few days prior the real Sorting.

I entered the room; Dumbledore was seated at his desk. Four walls of moving paintings watched me as I took a seat. The previous headmasters all gazed on me in, approval? Pity? Understanding?

"Dumbledore?"

"Shadow, you needn't use formalities with family."

"No, I prefer this."

"Fine, but if you change your mind." He smiled.

I smiled back.

"Are you nervous?"

"No. Why? Should I be?"

His eyes twinkled in that familiar amused way.

I looked at the hat. The hat virtually looked back at me. I grinned. "Shall we?"

Dumbledore placed the hat on my head, even at fourteen and a half the hat slipped over my eyes.

"Oh, a challenge I see!" Exclaimed the hat privately.

"Something I pride myself on." I replied.

"A back chatter, and a smart one too! Hmm Ravenclaw? You're highly intelligent."

"Is that flattery or honesty?"

"Wit indeed, but not too trusting. At least that rules out Hufflepuff." "No sorrow there."

"Ravenclaw could be for you, you wouldn't have to choose between familial loyalties."

"I'm game for a challenge."

"Slytherin? Uphold family tradition? Not to mention your, shall we call it, inheritance."

"No."

"You really certain?"

"Yes. Put me in; put me in my mother's house."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Put me in-"

"Gryffindor!" Announced the hat.

Finally, the first day of the ninth month. The start of the Hogwarts year. I was eager to be headed back to school.

The feast begun and I slipped into the Great Hall along with the crowd, making sure to go unnoticed. There were many calls between friends, everyone glad to be back after the holidays. The chatter eventually died down as the gathering settled into their seats before the real Sorting.

The new first years filed in, all of them with looks of apprehension on their faces. I studied the children quickly, as was my way. Then I turned my eyes onto those already seated at the tables. I memorised faces to houses swiftly and easily, noting names, as simply as the faces, when I heard them enter into conversation.

I studied the Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, Slytherins, and finally turned to my own house, the Gryffindors. I soon picked out those who were in my year.

A red haired girl of my age with green eyes rose from her place and came to sit by me.

"Hello, I'm Lily, Evans, I haven't seen you here before, are you new?"

"Shadow, Shadow- Rialto. Yes, you're a fifth year?" I quickly ammended.

"Yes, come, I'll introduce you to my friends, you'll probably be sleeping in our dorm since-" Lily stopped herself.

"Oh, I understand." I said when I caught sight of the pained look on her face. She smiled gently

"Come on." "Alice? Molly?"

"Yes" Another red head and a russet-blond responded

"I'd like you to meet Shadow. Shadow this is Molly" she said indicating the motherly red head "-and this, is Alice" she introduced the fairer of the two.

"Hi"

Written by ArbDreamer Most of these characters and places belong to JK rowling, though I'm sure I would have been nicer to them if they were mine. Well, maybe...