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"Cullen, Alice."

Professor McGonagoll held out the tattered hat to a confused looking Alice. She dropped Jasper's hand and skipped daintily over to the stool, doing a complicated twirly dance move as she jumped off the stage. She seemed to never touch the floor. She perched on the edge of the stool, and McGonagoll lowered the hat over her head.

Alice's POV

The hat fell over my eyes. It smelled vile. Hogwarts was badly in need of a fashion makeover, I noted. Of course, I had already seen which house I would be placed in, so I waited patiently, only jumping a little when a tiny voice whispered in my ear.

"Fascinating! Your head is very interesting my dear, the things you've seen! So… you think you already know where you are going to go," the hat hissed. "Hmm… such knowledge and creativity… but courage! Yes, I see lots of courage, and a big heart. But where to put you…?"

"Excuse me," said. My voice sounded strange and muffled. "I think we both know that you are eventually going to put me in Gryffindor, so why don't we save some time and get on with it, okay?" The hat chucked softly in my ear. "Confident? Yes… But knowledge and wisdom are very different, Miss Cullen. So… like you said, it will have to be…

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat yelled. It was lifted off my head, and I stood up, smiling. The applause was tumultuous, and the whole of the red table stood up to clap for me. I danced happily down the aisle to join them.

Edward's POV

"Cullen, Edward."

I stood up sullenly, and sat down on the stool. I hadn't been happy about this from the first time Alice had told me what we had to do. I didn't want anyone else looking into my head, least of all a tattered, flea-bitten old hat. My thoughts were my own. Alice had laughed when I told her this, and I suppose it must have sounded extremely hypocritical, considering what I do. Nevertheless, as the hat was lowered over my eyes, I thought very clearly 'Get out of my head!'

I steeled myself, and didn't flinch as the little voice murmured "My, my, Mr Cullen. Hostile, I see! Oh, but with your… talents it's understandable. Interesting… Tell me, Mr Cullen, do you think it's fair that you can eavesdrop on people's most intimate thoughts and emotions without them even knowing?"

"I didn't choose this, and it's sort of hard to avoid," I replied gruffly.

"That's not answering the question, Mr Cullen," said the hat. "You seem indifferent to people's feelings towards you. And as you already thing you are marked with damnation, perhaps… Slytherin?" I growled threateningly. I had heard enough about Slytherin from Alice. That was the last thing I needed. "No? Interesting… Well, if you're sure. Better join your… 'sister' in,

"GRYIFFINDOR!" I pulled the hat off as fast as I could. I didn't like that thing… The Gryffindor table was all standing up and cheering and whooping. If it was possible, it was even louder than Alice's was. I would have to tease her about that later. I also caught several groans of disappointment from the other tables, notably Slytherin. I suppressed a snicker. Some of the girls were thinking some very unholy things about me!

Emmett's POV

"Why do we have to be here, anyway? These people REEK, and there won't be any good hunting for miles!" I looked into my wife's eyes. Black, as I'd suspected.

"Be nice, Rose," I soothed. "You're only crabby 'cos you're thirsty. We'll find some nice goblins or whatever they have here tonight. Promise!" She wrinkled her nose, but couldn't hide her smile. "Who knows, you might learn something here!"

She kissed me quickly, as the tall, uptight looking woman called out "Cullen, Emmett."

I marched confidently down to the stool. It looked tiny compared to me! The floppy hat, which had fallen down over the faces of the other two, sat nicely on the top of my head.

"Emmett Cullen," a small voice said. I grinned. "You like it here already. 'Game for a laugh,' as they say. You have a strong urge to prove yourself, and are maybe a little over confidant. The joker… Yes, I know exactly what to do with you!"

"GRYIFFINDOR!" I jumped up, shoved the hat into the arms of the witch, and strutted off to join Edward and Alice.

Jasper's POV

"Culllen, Jasper."

The vicious excitement of the hundreds of students flowed straight into my head. It was throbbing, and rather uncomfortable, to say the least. I clenched my jaw, and stepped cautiously down to the rickety stool. The last thing I saw before the hat was lowered onto my head was Alice winking at me from the red table. "Jasper Cullen. You are fascinating. Emotions! Wow, that must be interesting!"

"Yes," I replied stiffly, not really wanting to get into a conversation with a hat.

"Hmm. But the things you've lived through! That takes strength of character. And you are brave, but haven't had much of a chance to prove it yet. So where do you belong?"

"Gryffindor?" I suggested quickly.

"And why is that?" the hat asked slyly.

I shrugged. "To be with Alice."

"Love," the hat said knowingly. Its patronising tone annoyed me. "Alright, keep your fangs on!" I growled at it. "As you wish…"

"GRYFFINDOR!" I stood up, left the hat on the stool, and walked smoothly to Alice's side.

Rosalie's POV

"Cullen, Rosalie!"

I felt alone without Emmett at my side. I trotted quickly to the stool, but recoiled from the disgusting hat that was about to be placed on my head. "Manners, Miss Cullen. When you get as old as me, you will start to look a little worse for wear too."

"I'm centuries older than you, cap!" I snarled.

"Indeed," it said, slowly. "Where do you want to be placed, Miss Cullen?"

"Gryffindor," I replied immediately.

"And why is that?"

"It seems like the best house... And all my family is there," I added.

"You had an interesting human life, Miss Cullen," the hat remarked pointedly, and it's tone implied something I couldn't quite place. I stayed silent. "Well that's decided it. I would like to place you with your siblings. However that's not what I was created to do. I am sorry to say that I have to place you in the house that you fit best in, and that house is…

"SLYTHERIN!"

The hat was lifted off my head to reveal my mouth in a perfect 'o' of shock. Gasps and murmurs filled the hall. However the Slytherin table erupted in deafening applause. I turned around hopelessly to see Esme looking concerned, but smiling encouragingly. Carlisle was having a whispered conversation with Dumbledore. Dumbledore shook his head. That decided my fate. I walked numbly to the green table and sat down.

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