Credit for the sorting hat song goes to Ethan-the-badger.
As quickly as Hagrid had left he came back with a stern looking witch. "Follow me," said the Witch. She brought all the first years into a small side room. Abigail and Hermione were shoved closer together than was comfortable but didn't complain. "Welcome. I am Professor McGonagall Head of Gryffindor house. There are four houses Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff. Each of you will be sorted into a house before you can be seated at the tables. The houses are like family you earn and lose points together as well as eat and sleep together."
Professor McGonagall led them through the doors and it was amazing. Hermione was explaining how the ceiling was enchanted to look like the night sky. As they walked up to the front Abigail caught sight of Fred and George who smiled at her encouragingly. As they came to a halt place a stool and a hat in front of them. The hat began to sing to them.
For days three hundred and sixty-four
I sit silently upon a shelf,
No list'ning ear nor wandering eye
Gaze upon my battered self;
Until this night when first year come
To sit upon a three-legged stool,
Do my words proclaim to all
The sorting of this school;
Each September the first
It becomes my duty to place,
This child who sits With bewildered face;
My choices be four,
As the founders were numbered,
Creating this school
Whilst I still slumbered;
Gryffindor the brave
Put stock in the gallant,
Slytherin so cunning,
Valued the purest of talent;
Ravenclaw was wise,
And wanted the smartest,
While Hufflepuff the true,
desired diligent artists;
But immortal the four
Certainly were not,
So, they gave me some brains
To sort out the lot;
After they'd passed
And left me behind,
I was given the task
Of sorting each kind;
So, to Gryffindor I give
The bold and the brave,
To honorable Slytherin
the keenest I save;
For Ravenclaw I leave
The incredibly smart,
For the truest Hufflepuff
The strongest in heart;
At the end of this sorting,
And the last student sat,
I shall silence my lips
And become merely a hat.
The song ended, and Abigail heard Ron mutter something about killing Fred. Hermione and Abigail held hands they were more nervous than ever. Professor McGonagall had grabbed a roll of parchment from the teacher table and unrolled it. "Now when I call your name you will come forward and place the hat on your head. And take a seat at your house table," said McGonagall. The sorting began and the closer to g she got the less time Abigail knew she had to stand with Hermione.
"Granger, Hermione"
Abigail squeezed Hermiones' hand as she let go. Hermione calmly walked up and sat down. As quickly as it went down it the hat shouted:
"RAVENCLAW!"
The Ravenclaw table burst into applause. As Hermione headed towards her house she stole a glace for Abigail. Hermione gave her a small smile just to let her know it would be okay. The next few names went quickly when Draco Malfoy was called. As Abigail looked on she saw it was the boy from the robe shop. The hat barely touches his head when it shouted SLYTHERIN. Fewer and fewer names we between her and the hat. Soon there was only about five or so people left when McGonagall called:
"Potter, Abigail."
At the sound of her name the entire hall was silent. Students and teachers alike leaned forward in their seats. Abigail sat on the stool and closed her eyes as the hat was placed on her head.
"Ah. I was wondering when I would have you Abigail. Your parents very talented. Difficult though where to put you. You have qualities of every house. Loyal, Brave, Intelligent, and cunning," said the hat. Abigail became nervous she didn't mind where she went they all had positive points and she wouldn't stop being friends with Hermione just because they were in different houses. "Ah you have a friend in Ravenclaw and I see some in Gryffindor. You aren't the first to try to keep those friendships, but you have a strong belief and I know who values that better be…
SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherin table burst into cheers. As she walked to her table she saw Fred give her the saddest smile she had ever seen. A prefect got up and shook her hand. She looked on and watch as the few got sorted finally Ron was sorted into Gryffindor. He ran to join his brothers smiling.
Abigail looked down at her empty gold plate as Albus Dumbledore got to his feet. He was beaming at the students as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.
"Welcome," he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Abigail didn't know whether to laugh or not.
"Is he - a bit mad?" she asked the girl next to her uncertainly.
"Yes, everyone here thinks so but not everyone will agree. It's best to steer clear of those that think otherwise. Potatoes, Abigail?"
She had to take a double take as she was certain the food wasn't there before. As Abigail put food on her plate she looked around the hall she saw Hermione talking to a ghost. Suddenly the ghost floated over to the Slytherin table. "Abigail Potter?" said the ghost. "Yes." "Your friend Hermione would like to say congrats even though you are not in the same house she hopes that you can still be friends with her." The ghost looked like it was a burden for her to deliver the message. "You can tell her always. Thank you for bringing me the message and if you could deliver my message to her I would appreciate it." The ghost looked surprised that someone had appreciated her effort. Although she never said anything she smiled and nodded.
The dinner continued as Abigail kept looking around until she landed on Hagrid who smiled at her. Continuing down the row of teachers until she landed on the man they ran across at the apothecary.
"Who is that man dressed all in black?"
"That's Professor Snape Head of our house," Said Draco
As the dinner disappeared it was replaced with deserts and then talk turned to their families' purity and how muggle borns shouldn't be let in.
"Did you hear that Granger girl going on and on about the castle enchantments. The ceilings just enchanted to look like the night sky, I read about it in Hogwarts a History," mocked Malfoy
The others laughed.
"What about you Abigail?" asked a Slytherin Prefect.
"Well, my Aunt and Uncle brought me up and they're muggles... I don't really know that much about magic because of my uncle he forbids my aunt to tell me anything about it," She said defeated.
At last the deserts disappeared and Dumbledore stood up. He went over some common rules to follow and some new ones about the third floor being off limits. The students filed out and as Abigail headed towards the dungeon she saw Ron go with the Gryffindors to the left while Hermione went with the Ravenclaws to the right. They took so many turns Abigail thought they were lost when they suddenly stopped in front of a dead end.
"Here we are. The door is hidden and can only be opened by our password."
"If you ever forget or have questions Prefect Jacob or I Flora can help you the password is Blood Purity," said Flora They all scrambled through and found themselves in the Slytherin common room, a cozy, round room full of squashy armchairs and enchanted windows that showed under the lake.
Flora explained that each student had their own rooms. The students name and year was posted on a plaque to their doors. Abigail soon found her room and smiled as the door switched from her given name to Abby. It was like it knew what she preferred to be called. It had a four-poster bed hung with deep green, velvet curtains. Their trunks had already been brought up. Too tired to do much, she pulled on her pajamas and fell into bed.
As soon as her head hit the pillow she fell asleep. Perhaps Abigail had eaten a bit too much, because she had a very strange dream. All the Slytherins were pointing and laughing at her calling her a mud blood lover. As Abigail woke up scared she realized it was just a dream and turned over to try to get some more sleep.