She knew what to expect when they all arrived to the Great Hall. Her parents had told her all about their experiences at Hogwarts. She knew what was going to happen as soon as she got off the train: Hagrid would call for first-year students and take them in boats through the lake and to the castle. Then, one of the school teachers (this time was Professor Flitwick) would receive all of them before the big wooden doors that took to the Great Hall and he would explain to them about the houses and the sorting ceremony. They would all walk in the corridor and to the front of the room where a stool with an old pointy hat would be waiting for them. The hat would sing a song, then one of the teachers would call out their names, they would have to sit on the stool as the teacher placed the hat on their heads. The hat would see inside their minds, see what they were all made of, and then it would choose a house for them. Her mother had told her that when she was at her sorting ceremony, she was so anxious and eager to know that she ran to the stool as soon as McGonagall called out her name. Her father, on the other hand, was nervous and went to it slowly. She was nervous as well, but was OK. She saw many kids sitting on the stool, houses names being shouted. Gryffindor. Slytherin. Hufflepuff. Another Slytherin. Ravenclaw. And then, loud and clear, professor Flitwick called: "Granger-Weasley, Belle."
She heard murmurs from the rest of the school.
"Did he say Granger-Weasley?"
"She's Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley's daughter."
"Her mom is the Minister."
The 11-year-old redheaded girl approached to the stool carefully and sat on it as Headmistress McGonagall placed the hat on her head. That's when she heard it.
"Let's see what we have here. A new Weasley, I see." The voice said.
"I'm a Granger too!" Belle replied, a bit annoyed.
"I see that too. A brilliant mind like hers. A big heart too. Fearless as well. You could do brilliantly!" The hat said. She was about to say something but the hat interrupted her. "Loyal and brave as your father as well. Tough call, I'd say." It continued. Belle swallowed.
"I... I know my parents were Gryffindors and very proud of it." She said.
"And where would you like to be?" The hat asked. Belle stood silent for a moment. She wasn't expecting that question at all. She thought about it for a little while before answering.
"Well... I'd like to be in a house where I can grow not only intellectually but also as a person. I want to be in a house I can be proud of and in which my family is proud of as well." She said. The hat was silent for a minute, then it spoke.
"OK, then I shall put you in... GRYFFINDOR!" He shouted. There were shoutings of joy from the Gryffindor table. She got up and smiled, then she walked to her new family at school proudly.