(Cut to the song the Sorting Hat sings)

Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth-and the hat began to sing:

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see.

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you,

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve and chivalry,

Set Gryffindors apart.

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true,

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind.

Or perhaps in Slytherin,

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means,

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (Though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

(Cut to Draco/Colette being sorted)

"Malfoy, Colette!"

As her name was called, Colette stalked up to the Sorting hat. It had barely touched her head when it screamed "Slytherin!"

Looking smug, as if she had single-handedly won the house cup instead of only being sorted she walked over to Crabbe and Goyle.

"Malfoy, Draco!"

Draco walked nervously to hat, jammed it over his head and sat. A while later, when Harry was getting nervous for him, the hat spoke. "A word, please Headmaster." Draco, looking worried, pulled it off and gave it to Dumbledore. After engaging in a quiet conversation with the hat, he ushered Draco to the Gryffindor table. A few people clapped, and Colette was staring in shock over at her twin. Draco looked apologetically at her, and went to sit with the rest of the house.

(skip to this conversation)

As Harry helped himself to treacle tart, the talk turned to their families.

"I'm half and half. "said Seamus. "Me dad's a Muggle. Mam didn't tell him she was a witch 'til after they were married. Bit of a nasty shock for him."

The others laughed.

"What about you, Neville?" said Ron.

"Well, my gran brought me up and she's a witch" said Neville, "But the family thought I was all Muggle for ages. My great-uncle Algie kept trying to catch me off my guard and force some magic out of me- he pushed me off the end of Blackpool pier once, I nearly drowned-but nothing happened until I was eight.(blah blah you remember the rest of this)

"Hey, Malfoy, you're Pure-blooded aren't you?" asked Neville.

"Well…y-yes I-I-I…I'm a Pureblood V-veela."

"Oh, really?" Seamus, Neville and Ron began to question Draco on his veela heritage and other things about veelas, so Harry listened to Hermione and Percy talking about lessons on his other side. Harry heard Seamus ask about something interesting, though and he began to listen.

"Say, since you're a Veela and all, do you know who your mate is going to be?"

"Usually w-w-we find that out at s-si-ixteen, but in the case our m-m-mate's life is e-endangered, t-t-t-the v-veela part of u-us might i-inform us early. So, no I don't." he sighed, looking sad. "The Sorting Hat knew t-t-hough. It said m-my m-mate was g-going to be a Gryffindor or S-s-Slytherin, so he asked for a special a-arrangement f-f-for the house I w-w-was going t-to be in. I-I-I am going to be in both h-houses until I f-f-figure it out. I'm in Slytherin f-for half the year G-Gryffindor for the r-r-rest."

"That explains why the hat asked to speak to Dumbledore right?" asked Neville

"Y-yes. It n-needed to make s-sure he was okay w-with i-it."

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