Hermoine and the Sorting Hat
Many of us have
wondered,
About Harry, Hermione
and Ron,
The sorting hat shouted
'Gryffindor'
When each of them put
it on.
With Harry, it was
plain to see,
He's courageous and
he's brave,
'Hufflepuff!' we
thought for Ron,
Til later, friends he
did save.
Finally the last one,
Hermione Granger is her
name,
Smart and clever,
Ravenclaw,
Not the lion and his
mane.
Here we'll peel back
pages,
Of the never-written
sort,
Find out about the
sorting hat,
And the thoughts our
girl did court.
'A young one,'
our hat did say,
With Hermione on the
stool,
'Bright and
clever, in a bookish way,
Though nobody's
fool.'
She sat with toes
pointed in,
Sitting on her hands,
'You're the kind
of person who,
No one understands.'
Her lower lip did
tremble,
Tears came to her eyes,
'You'll never be
friends with the girls,
Or fit in with the
guys.
'You'll stay
within the library,
A book your only
friend,
Even if you
disappeared-'
'I want this to end!'
Her courage in that
moment,
Came from a brand new
place,
In her head, she
would reign,
Not some hat without a
face.
'Is this what you do
every year,'
She asked the faceless
hat.
'Tell clever ones
they're stupid,
Tell thin kids they are
fat?
'You're just a
little monster,
With nowhere left to
go,
You're stuck in
closets all year long,
One day, put on a show.
'I am not
afraid of you,
I'll prove that I am
great.
I will have a lot of
friends,
And I will be top
rate.'
She crossed her arms in
winning,
Against the quiet
accessory,
'Now,' she thought
to herself,
'He'll finally let
me be.'
'Your courage is
outstanding,
I sense your worry
and your fear,
Yet still you went
against me,'
The hat whispered in
her ear.
It opened wide its
brim,
Called out the famous
house,
She sat down to the
table, and sat,
Now meek, just like a
mouse.
Now it is clear for us
to see,
What we couldn't see
before,
That this Hermione
Granger,
Does belong in
Gryffindor.