I hope you guys like this chapter just as much as you did the first!


"Granger, Hermione."

"What do we have here?" the Sorting Hat said as soon as it was lowered onto Hermione's head. "Someone who has been here before, it seems, and from what else I can see, you are not the last one."

'I'm not,' she thought. 'Now can you just Sort me into the House my friends and I decided on?'

"Are you sure? Though you are a good fit for Hufflepuff, you have truly proven yourself in Gryffindor, and you could blossom just as well in Ravenclaw or Slytherin."

Hermione took a deep breath. 'I'm sure,' she told the Hat. 'We're all sure of our decisions.'

"Very well, Miss Granger. It is HUFFLEPUFF!"

Hufflepuff clapped for its new member. Hermione only let herself look quickly at the Gryffindor table, ignoring the sharp pain in her heart.

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"Malfoy, Draco."

Draco walked up to the Sorting Hat, without any of the confidence he had the first time. He sat down on the stool, and the hat was lowered onto his head.

"I recognize you from Miss Granger's memories, Mr. Malfoy. You have truly changed since the last time you sat on this stool, far more than the other's you came back with I would say. You have gotten stronger and braver than anyone could have expected. Which is why I'm going to do my duties as a Sorting Hat and Sort you where you need to be. Don't worry though. Your two remaining friends will both end up in the two remaining Houses."

'Are you saying what I think you're saying?'

"I am indeed. GRYFFINDOR!"

The Hat was pulled off his head, as the Hall stared at him in surprise, the most surprised being Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Nearly half of their carefully thought out plans had just been ruined.

Draco didn't let himself think about that though. He stood up, drew on every iota of strength he still could, and walked to the Gryffindor table, sitting down next to Neville.

Draco supposed he was going to have to make some new friends.

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"Potter, Harry."

Harry walked to the Sorting stool on shaking legs. Draco had been Sorted into Gryffindor, surprising them all, and Harry didn't know what the Sorting Hat might do for him and Ron. It had listened to Hermione, so there was still hope for Ron, but Harry had no idea what might happen with him. Actually, that wasn't true.

He had a pretty good idea.

"Mr. Potter," the Sorting Hat said. "I'm not surprised to see you hear again, and I have seen enough of you to know."

'Where are you going to Sort me?"'

"Impatient are we? Well, I think you know, unlike Mr. Malfoy did, where you are going to be Sorted. It suits you, though, even more than it did the first time around. Your plans are ambitious and you are not afraid of doing what you have to do to achieve them. And what could be a greater way to prove everyone wrong about Slytherin's than having the Boy-Who-Lived in that very House? I'm not afraid to make it SLYTHERIN!"

Like Draco, the Hall was staring at him in surprise. Unlike Draco however, Slytherin quickly recovered to give roaring applause.

Harry hadn't expected that, and as he walked over at Slytherin and saw Daphne and Theo gazing at him curiously, as well as others who had fought bravely against Voldemort, he knew that the Sorting Hat hadn't made the wrong choice at all.

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"Weasley, Ronald!"

Ron walked over to the Sorting stool, his heart beating fast. Ron had lived through many things much scarier than this, and had even done this before, but he couldn't think of any at the current.

He could only think about how he was going to be in Ravenclaw and how there would be a gap between him and his family that he would never be able to cross. Not just simply because he was going to be in another House, but because he had lived things, seen things, done things that hopefully they never would.

He sat on the stool and closed his eyes.

"Mr. Weasley. It is very good to see you again, and I see that while you are the last one, you are not the least. Like many of your brothers, you could have truly blossomed in the other Houses if you had given them a chance. In fact, I regret that I didn't Sort some of them differently when I see your memories. The bravery was always there and others traits didn't have a chance to come out until much later. Not this time, not with you, Mr. Weasley.

"I'm going to Sort you into the House you want, into the House you need. For you it is RAVENCLAW!"

Ron wondered if the inquiries would be made as to whether the Sorting Hat was still a useful tool to Sorting children after this years, as he took in the shocked faces of his brothers.

He couldn't help but smile as he made his way to the Ravenclaw table.


I actually planned for Draco and Harry to get Sorted into their original Houses, but the Sorting Hat told me, "No, this is what's going to happen" just like it told them.

Next chapter, I want to focus on other's reactions to these Sortings and while I have some ideas, please tell me who you would like to see!