Harry could never brush off the feeling of amazement of seeing Dumbledore alive again, smiling happily at them, waiting until Professor McGonagall made it down to start the sorting of the four 'new' kids. He smirked, thinking about the headmistress in the future. 'Probably praying for 1977,' he thought, waiting for Professor McGonagall to take the piece of parchment from Dumbledore's hands. Finally she did so, examining the small list of names before beginning.
"Granger, Hermione," she still had the familiar no-nonsense tone that he had grown to love. Hermione walked over and sat down quickly, waiting for Professor McGonagall to drop the old hat onto her head. Harry watched with minimal interest as Hermione's face disappeared, replaced by the old hat.
"Gryffindor must have had a melon for a head," Harry muttered to no one in particular. He heard Ron quickly cough and grinned.
"Gryffindor!" Hermione jumped up and walked over to the applauding table. She sat down next to a pretty round faced girl and quickly turned her attention towards the sorting.
"Thomson, Ginny," Ginny grinned and walked confidently towards the hat. The hat barely touched her head before it was back in Professor McGonagall's arms and she had placed herself to the side of Hermione. Ron quickly followed his sister, leaving Harry the sole center of attention.
"Smith, Harry," Harry muttered something about no point calling his name, before walking over and allowing the hat to plunge him into darkness.
My my, how interesting, a soft, raspy voice spoke into Harry's ear.
First sign of going crazy, over-sized hat's talk to you, Harry retorted.
You have seen a lot of terrible things in your life Mr. Potter. Funny, the hat seemed to be ignoring Harry.
I think you would do best in Slytherin, the hat advised
Yes, and if you put me into that house, I will cut small strips of off you, one by one, force feed them to yourself and then have Fawkes burn you into a crisp and throw your ashes into the lake, Harry thought calmly.
"Gryffindor!" Hmm, smart hat. Harry grinned and walked over to his friends.
"Why do I have the feeling you just did something bad?" Hermione asked him wearily. His grin grew.
"What do you mean? Did you know hats could eat themselves?" he asked innocently. The others burst out laughing in response.
Sorry for the long wait, I started school and have been really busy. Any way, tell me what you thought 'cause I personally liked this chapter! Sorry it's so short!