Sorry it's been so long. I been so busy with my other stories, but I have great news me and my friend TotallyCrazy-TotallyAwesome are writing wait for it… a Doctor Who/Harry Potter fanfic it will be up soon so watch my page. Hope you enjoy the new chapter.
Emerging from behind the heavy doors lead by Professor McGonagall, her words rung in my head "Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Syltherin, the four houses that one by one you will be sorted into"
Horror and excitement both ran through my veins, my heart beat increased as we got closer to the front of the great hall. I was buzzing so much that I didn't realise George was trying to talk to me.
"Huh"
"look at the roof" George slowly said pointing to what was supposed to be the roof, which actually looked like the night sky.
"Wow, that's the roof" I asked stupidly.
We walked past what I think I was the Gryffindor table because I saw three Weasleys smiling as we walked past, well Charlie and Bill were, Percy not so much. I hope I'm in the same house as them or Fred and George.
Gathering around the front of the room near a stool with an old hat on it, I think Bill called it the Sorting Hat. I was getting so nervous while Fred and George could just about bounce off the walls and the sky-roof.
"When I call your name, you are to step forward and be sorting into one of the four houses" professor McGonagall explained. "Miles Bletchley" Professor McGonagall announced. Miles pushed everyone in his path out of his way and strutted up the stairs and promptly placed himself on the stool. Professor placed the sorting hat on his head.
"Ahh" it chimed "I think you'll do just fine in... Slytherin" the Sorting Hat finally roared.
Miles leaped from the stool off the stage and joined the other Slytherins. The Sorting Hat was right he would fit in there because he is just as big of an arrogant prick, from what I have heard, than the others.
"Roger Davies" other named called above the noise and chatter.
"Ravenclaw" the Sorting Hat announced.
"Victoria James" Professor McGonagall read off her sheet, she looked up peering over her glasses. Whispering of the tables around sounded as the dark haired, short eleven year old made her way to the stool. Everyone parted a path for her like they didn't want to touch her.
"What's the deal with her?" I asked Angelina Johnson, a dark skinned girl I meet on the train.
"Didn't you hear?" Angelina paused as though she was cheeking it was safe to talk "Her parents were both death eaters, they were capture a month ago in Diagon Alley" Angelina explained.
The Sorting Hat was placed on her head and sat there silent for a minute or so before it spoke.
"quite a past you have Miss James, don't you?" pausing "quite a past indeed" the pausing was starting to do my head in, everyone knew she was going to be in Slytherin so why doesn't he just say it, I just wanted to be sorted in Gryffindor and move on
"I guess I'll put you in..." "Gryffindor!" the Sorting Hat yelled. The silence was scary, Gryffindor's clapping was awkward. She was obviously happy because she bounced off the stool and joined her now fellow Gryffindor with a smile.
The sorting hat ceremony continued with Angelina Johnson, Alicia Snippet, Lee Jordan and Kenneth Towler all ending up in Gryffindor, Jamie York and Patricia Stimpson in Hufflepuff, Brian Williams in Slytherin and the, really hot for an eleven year old, Eddie Carmichael in Ravenclaw.
Fred and George ended up in Gryffindor of course.
"Ah another Weasley, where to put you I wonder" the Sort Hat said when George plopped himself on the stool after Fred. As for me I was last, the only one left standing in front of that old rugged hat.
"Last but not least Hannah Thorn" professor McGonagall announced. I must have looked like a Chihuahua on a cold day with all my shacking. Slowly I climbed the stairs so I wouldn't fall over on my face and make a fool of myself. Reaching the stool I sucked in a deep breath.
"well I wondering when I was going to get to sort you" honestly I had no idea what he was talking about. "hmm I see, I see, courage, loyal, bravery but where to put you" Gryffindor, please be Gryffindor, the words I repeated in my head – I wonder if he can hear my thoughts on Gryffindor.
"Gryffindor" he shouted. Yup he could hear my thoughts about Gryffindor. I joined my fellow Gryffindors at the long table. I settled myself between George and Charlie, who was sitting near the front.
The happiness fades from my face when the realisation that I will never see my parents proud faces when I tell them that I made Gryffindor, the house where they too learnt, lived, made friends and meet. They fell in love in Gryffindor, they spent their lives in Gryffindor, and now they will never hear the words 'I made Gryffindor' burst out of my mouth in joy.
Wow I really just killed my high.