Chapter 2

So Ron, Harry and Hermione finally reach the castle. They walk into the great hall. All the first years are waiting standing in line for their turn at the drug sorting hat. They were at the end of the line.

"May I have your attention please?" Mcgonagol asked the hall.

Everyone in the audience didn't here her. They were too busy getting stoned or getting drunk or using other types of drugs. Then all of a sudden the sorting hat started to talk.

"Everyone SHUT UP!" Mcgonagol yelled at all the students.

Everyone in the crowd grew quiet. The great hall was silent except for the occasional snorting of coke.

Then to Harry's surprise the sorting hat started to sing:

"Oh you may think you can hide,

what drugs you use we don't see.

But every drug, I can find,

not even a plea would stop me.

You can keep your lungs filled black,

drugs won't make you sleek and tall,

For I am the Hogwarts sorting hat,

and I can tell of all.

There's nothing hidden in your blood,

the sorting hat can't see.

So try me on and I will tell you

where you ought to be."

"Now everyone will be sorted into houses." Mcgonagol explained. "The houses represent the different types of...... Well you know. Now everyone shut your mouth. The sorting will begin."

Slowly first years where being called up. The line started getting shorter. After they've been called up they go sit at the table of their house.

"So why are being sorted into catagories, and what kind of catagories?" Harry asked.

"Well I guess you haven't read Hogwarts a history. I think it has to do with how much drugs the students use. But I'm too dunk and stoned to think right now." Hermione answered.

"What?! Is this school really that in toxicated?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, that's basically the main purpose of this school. Why do you think my brothers are here?" Ron said.

"Ronald Weasel." Called Mcgonagol.

Ron just starred straight ahead with a glazed look in his eyes.

"Ronald Weasel." But this time the sorting hat called him.

Hermione and Harry gave Ron a push.

"Oh, me?"

Ron walks up to the stool and sits on it with with the sorting hat on top of his head.

"Griffindor." The sorting hat shout out almost imediately.

Everyone at the Griffindor table cheered. Ron took a seat between his twin brothers. Fred and George slapped him hard in the back. Next it was Hermione's turn. She too was in griffendor. Hermione sat down at the griffendor table. Nobody slapped her back.

"Harry Pothead." Called the sorting hat.

"Griffendor."

Everyone at the Griffendor table cheered. Harry went to sit down. Fred and George slapped him hard in the back of his head.