Okay I just wanna say thanks to all of you for reading and telling me what you think of me putting Harry and Ron in with the snakes. And let me just say HOLLY-CHEESE CAKE! I logged onto my email and found the number of reviews had gone from 19 to 37 Over night! I honestley wasn't expecting that many replies!

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Slytherin VS Gryffindor

Harry eyed the hat apprehensively, if it could put Malfoy-Prince of Slytherin-In Gryffindor. What sick surprise could be waiting for him on that stool? Not Slytherin, He didn't even want to think about Slytherin. Stupid Slytherin with its arrogant, slimy, git's. Yeah that's what they were, git's, the lot of them. Harry let out a long overdue breath and placed the accursed hat over his head of messy hair trying to block out all thoughts of Slytherin.

Well hello Mr. Potter. Or is it Mr. Polenor? This is all very confusing, isn't it? Never mind, let's take a look at your head...

Hmm... Very interesting indeed, you posses the famous Gryffindor courage so well renowned. However I see a darker side of you itching to escape. Yes Salazar Slytherin would be proud of a student like you, And a parseltounge to boot!You really are astounding Mr. Potter, Slytherin would do well for

you...

No, don't put me in Slytherin, No, Don't even consider it! There's no way in hell I'll go to Slytherin Willingly!

Hmm... Tell me Mr. Potter, What exactly would you do to me if I were to commit such a crime as placing you Slytherin?

I...I... Well I don't know what I'd do, but I'd do SOMETHING!

Hmm... I see better be- SLYTHERIN!

Harry froze, Terrified by what that bloody hat had just so obviously called out to the hall. Harry Moved across the room grimacing as he reached his 'house'. He eyed the table and settled in at the end of the table, Being careful not to get to close to his fellow Slytherins.

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Ron's jaw dropped, Harry, In Slytherin, What was the world coming to! That alone with a Table full of greasy git's and wannabe Voldermort's. But maybe, just maybe, Harry didn't have to be alone?

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The hat perched annoyed on his stool. Waiting pretty impatiently for Mr. 'Weston' to place him upon his obviously Weasley head. The hats mouth-or rather rip- Smiled gleefully at the feeling of a human's brain under his, well, hat. The hat began to search gleefully through the boy's thoughts and memories. Yes, this boy was definitely a Gryffindor.

Well Mr. Weasley, there's no use discussing this matter, it is quite obvious were you belong, Gryffindor is the house for you.

Actually, I was wondering if you could do me a favour.

Oh really, what is this favour you ask of me?

Well, you see, Could you, By any chance, You know place me in Slytherin?

The hat was shell-shocked, never in all the centuries he'd been sorting Hogwarts students had anyone ever asked to be placed in Slytherin! But, after all, it was ones choices that made up most of the decision.

Are you sure?

Positive

Alright then, I guess its-SLYTHERIN!

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Harry's eyes widened as he heard the hats shout. Ron in Slytherin?

"Alright mate?" Ron asked Harry as he sat down opposite his friend.

Harry was practically speechless.

"How, In the name of Merlin, did you, get in Slytherin?" Harry raised his eyebrow, at his strangely relaxed friend.

Ron shrugged "I should be the one asking you that question, mate"

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Hermione and Draco sat in shock at the sorting hats choice of house for there friends-and enemies. The world had been turned upside down. Draco burst out laughing at Hermione's face. Hermione glared
"What's so funny?" She asked still glaring at his laughing form.

"Its just those two, in Slytherin, It makes you wonder if the founders had any idea what kind of brain they were putting in that thing" Hermione smiled it was kinda funny Harry and Ron in Slytherin, and Malfoy in Gryffindor, that hat sure had a sick sense of humor.

Hermione gazed at the laughing boy in front of her, his usually cold eyes watering from shear enjoyment. This certainly wasn't the boy who had teased and ridiculed

Her for the last six years of her life, and as the feast progressed she began to wonder if that boy had ever truly existed. Maybe there was some hope for Malfoy yet.

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James eyed the two newbies suspiciously as he watched the boy choke on his own laughter.

"There's something weird about those four Moony, I can feel. Did you see the look on the blonde haired-And black haired boys when they were sorted? They looked disgusted almost."

"I guess they are a bit, strange. But I just can't get over that Harry guy, Prongs, He's practically your twin for Merlin's sake!" Sirius stared amazedly over at the Slytherin table.

"Yeah, I saw that to, they were just too surprised when they were sorted. Something just doesn't fit." Remus added whilst watching the two new Gryffindor six years out the corner of his eyes.

"Well, if you ask me, there's nothing strange about them at all. In fact they're completely ordinary." Peter spoke whilst shoving a whole plate full of food into his abnormally large mouth.

"That's why we didn't ask you" Sirius muttered under his breath...

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The Sighed in frustration as sat alone on Dumbledore's shelf. There were only so many things you could ryme with Slytherin.

The sorting was over, the new students were all settling in and the process would start all over again. Well, If he could come up with another bloody song in time for next year.

A darkfigure stepped silently into the room, the fire roaringin his presence.

The Hat paused andeyed the figure apprehensively. AMemory flickered inside its hollow head.AGasp fell from the hats lips.Damien Demonstric, The man he had sorted into Slytherin over 100 years ago.

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Damien scanned the room quickly, his eyes searching for that familiar shelf. Hisgaze caught its victim and he crossed the room quickly.The old man Gentlylifted a small package from histhick, heavy cloak. He steadied his trembling hands, neatly tearing thebrown paperopen.

Damien carefully held four silver chains in his palm, Placing them lovingly on the shelf.

"I hope I've made the right decision" He whispered to himself, his voice hollow.