Chapter 3:Sorting Hat

Morgan stood not moving, her face in a shocked almost looked petrified.

"Morgan?" said Harry.

She turned to him, still shocked.

"Do u guys like, hate him, or is it just me?"

"Yes,Morgan, but we don't actually hate-"started Hermione.

"Yes, We do." finished Ron.

Hermione shot a glare his way, just as Ron turned his own head, dogdeing it.

"I-gotta-go burn my hair." Morgan said, then she pushed past Harry out of the Great Hall.

Later that evening...in the Hospital Wing...

"How can that fowl, mother-"Morgan said, slouching in her bed.

"Morgan your language." said Harry.

"Whatever. I just met him and I already know that he is more trouble than I can-Am I really related to him?"

"Well, I can answer that for you." Hermione said. "According to my, thoughts, Sirius is your father ,who is the cousin to Narcissa,who is the mother of Malfoy that makes Narcissa -"

"Yes, Hermitage, I know his mom is obviously my Aunt. I was being sarcastic." snapped Morgan.

"It is in the world do you get my name right the first time, but not the second?"

"I don't know I just don't find your name pleasing."

"Well, I don't find your name pleasing, either! In fact-"

"Hermione, couldn't you just calm down? She's just all fired up because Malfoy is her cousin." said Harry.

Morgan just rolled her eyes.

...

"Now, just hold still-"said Madam Promfrey.

Morgan rolled her eyes once more.

"And I will inject this-"

"NO!" said Morgan. "NO MORE NEEDLES!"

Madam Promfrey just ignored her.

"OW!" Morgan shouted as she forced it into her skin.

Madam Promfrey took the needle out and she watched it turn a bright blue.

"Well Morgan, looks like you are a witch."

"Hooray. Can I go now?"

"I suppose, but you need to go straight to Dumbledore's-"

Morgan sprinted out of the Hospital Wing.

"We'll make sure she gets there, Madam Promfrey."said Hermione. "No matter how, annoying, she is."

Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been chasing Morgan for over an hour,and they couldn't find her Until ,Harry got an idea.

"Guys," he said slowing down, panting. "I know where she is."

"Where?" Ron and Hermione said in unison.

"The Room of Requirement."

"She can't be there, she doesn't even know what or where all the houses are!" said Hermione, exsaperatingly.

"Do you have a better idea?" Harry scowled.

Hermione stayed silent.

"Well, then lets go."

Harry ,Ron, and Hermione walked pass the Room of Requirement, all thinking, 'Show us the room where Morgan is hiding.'

The black bars that formed the doors of the Room of Requirement appeared suddenly, the door handles appearing last.

The three looked all around the hallway making sure it was clear, then stepped inside the room to find Morgan wandering the room where the D.A. turned to Ron and Hermione, and they looked as suprised as he Hermione.

"How did you get in here?" demanded Hermione.

"Well, when Madam Promfrey said that I was a witch, I wanted to practice my magic as soon as possible. Then I found this place and I came here so-why are you all panting? I've ran farther distances than you and I haven't panted in a...while."

"Farther distances?" Harry asked questionably.

"I'll tell you," said Morgan crossing her arms. "Once you tell me why this room is so familiar to your friends."

Harry turned around and saw Ron and Hermione stuffing books on shelves, and straightening things, When the two caught Harry staring at them, they shuffled back to their spots.

"This is the Room of Requirement, and it-"Harry started to explain, that is, until Hermione interrupted him.

"The Room of Requirement appears only when someone is in desperate need of it."

"Ok, first I was pissed that the Malfoy guy was my 'cousin' and all but, you've got serious issues, Her-my-o-ninny, but I'm starting to think, no, know that you are a know-it-all-bossy little b-"

Hermione opened her mouth to say something but Harry interrupted her.

"Morgan." Harry knew that she was probably old enough to curse, but he did not want his little sister going around calling people 'certain names'.

"Harry." She said simply. "Finish what you were saying, please."

"Well we practice here, you know Umbridge isn't really teaching us anything."

"Who's Umbridge? She sounds disgusting. And, let me guess. You're training to fight Voldemort?"

"She catches on fast." whispered Ron to Harry.

"Yes-we are training to fight Voldemort. But, we need to know what house-"

"That's all I need to know. I'll find out about Umbridge is the next meeting?"

"The next meeting?" Harry looked at Hermione, who looked at Ron, who looked back at Harry, who looked at Morgan.

"Yeah, just said that. Do you have it like 2 times each week or something? Well, today is Monday, how-"

"No, today is Tuesday. "corrected Hermione.

"What did I tell you about cutting people off?" Morgan said rudely. "How about tonight Harry? I want to see what it's like."

"Er..."said Harry, looking at Hermione, who had her arms crossed. "Ok. I'll alert everyone."

"You tell everyone?" asked Morgan. "Isn't that too many people?"

"No, we don't tell everyone, this is a secret."

"But aren't you all against Voldemort?"

Harry thought Morgan was playing dumb, but when he looked into her eyes, it looked as though she really wanted to know.

"No, there are good people and bad people. Some are joining him just so he wont kill them."

"Hmm..."

"So are you going to tell me when you ran 'longer distances'?"

"Maybe, later. Do you get to wander around all day?"

"No, we have classes."

"What's your next class?"

"Potions, with the Slytherien, I think."

"Can I go?"

"Er, I don't think that is a-"

"What's the matter, you think they don't like me? Come on, what's the worst that can happen?"

"POTTER! You are la-"Snape stopped in midsentence, staring at Morgan. He also didn't seem to notice Ron and Hermione were late also.

"Professor, this is my God sister, Morgan Black." said Harry.

He stared at her, but then did one thing that everyone in the room would be talking about for years. He smiled.

"Well, why don't we welcome our new student by giving her a pop quiz."

Morgan just stared.

"A bezoar can be used as an antidote for most poisons. Where would you find one?"

"In the stomach of a goat."

Snape frowned, as usual.

"What is Felix Felicis?"

"Felix is luck in liquid form. The drinker will experience a great feeling of happiness and self confidence. Almost all of the tasks that the drinker attempts ,that are in fact possible, will likely be successful."

Everyone started murmuring about how smart Morgan was. She just smirked.

"What does the Polyjuice potion do?"

"Polyjuice Potion is a very complicated potion that allows the drinker to assume the form of someone else. While it can account for both age and gender, it cannot be used for a human to take an animal form or for a half-breed to assume human form."

"What is the purpose of veritaserum?"

"Causes the drinker to speak nothing but the truth."

Snape was getting angry. Morgan smiled.

"Did I do something wrong?" she said sarcastically.

"Take a seat." he said plainly.

"Oh, how I would love to."

"Ms. Black, would you like detention?"

She frowned. "For what?"

"For having a smart mouth."

"Oh, I'm sorry if I wasn't as dumb as you wanted me to be."

Everyone whispered furiously.

"DETENTION!" shouted Snape.

"You can't give her detention!" Harry cried. "SHE HASN'T EVEN BEEN SORTED YET!"

"Well, Potter, why don't we just assume she's in my house and-"

"Is there a problem, here?" came a voice from the door .

She just stared at Morgan, who, stared back.

"Who's that?" she whispered to Harry.

"I am Dolores Umbridge" said Umbridge."The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, from the Ministry of Magic. Who are you?"

"I'm Morgan. Harry's Godsister."Morgan bowed, and other students laughed.

"Well, Morgan, why don't you come with me?"

Morgan glared at her. "I'm sorry, Harry didn't introduce you to me, so your obviously not important."

Everyone stared, loving having to not do anything for the entire class time.

"Detention."Umbridge said simply.

"I don't have a house."

"Huffelpuff."

"You can't just give her a house!" Harry said. "SHE HAS TO BE SORTED LIKE EVRYONE ELSE!" He was already getting tired of saying that, even though he had only said it one other time.

Umbridge grabbed Morgan's arm and started to pull her out of the room. Unfortunately ,that was not a good idea. Morgan bit Umbridge and ran down the hallway shouting,

"I BIT DOLOREEES UMBRIDGE! AND SHE'S NOTHING BUT A BIIITCHHH."

Everyone in the room started laughing. Umbridge was enraged. Harry couldn't believe Morgan had said that. Most times he had a reason to yell at Umbridge, but Morgan was just teasing.

It was now dinner time, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione had still not heard from Hermione was quite glad, and Ron didn't seem to notice, Harry was when Dumbledore was about to begin his feast speech when the Great Hall door was Umbridge and Morgan.

"PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE,THIS-THIS MONSTER SHOULD BE ARRESTED! "shouted Umbridge, dragging Morgan up to the staff they passed Harry, Ron, and Hermione, she simply mouthed, "She's going crazy."

Umbridge whispered furiously to Dumbledore, he coughed several times, and finally spoke.

"This is our new student, Morgan as all of you were, she must be sorted."

A few students murmured about earlier that day in Potions.

"Minerva, do you mind going to get the Sorting Hat?"

"Not at all."

It was several moments of silence until Professor McGonagall returned with the hat,and gave it to Dumbledore.

"Philly whiskers,"he said, scratching his beard. "Minerva, you have seem to forgotten the stool, oh well..."

He pulled out his own chair from behind the table and gestured Morgan to sit in it.

Out loud, she said, "Wow, I just got here and I'm being treated like royalty!" The students chuckled. She really did look like royalty, though. Sitting in Dumbledore's chair with that big hat. She looked like a statue.

Dumbledore shushed everyone while the sorting hat thought aloud.

"Confusing very confusing, just like your brother If I do say..."

"God brother."Morgan corrected it.

"Hmmm...A bit of Ravenclaw, but not Ravenclaw material. "The sorting hat said.

"Good. I don't think my skin tone goes...'well' with that blue."

There was a low murmur of laughs coming from all tables. Except from the Ravenclaw table, that is.

"Huffelpuff is just out of the question." said the Hat.

"They are just like normal people anyway."

The Huffelpuffs looked sad.

"That leaves Gryffindor and Slytherien."

Both tables straightened up. The hat was quiet.

"Well, could you come on I'm hungry." said Morgan.

Everyone laughed.

The Sorting Hat still said nothing.

After a few minutes, Professor McGonagall came over and took the hat off Morgan's head. Harry was worried. McGonagall and Dumbledore whispered.

"In all of my years of being the Headmaster of Hogwarts," said Dumbledore. " I have never come across this decision. I am afraid that Morgan will have to choose which house she would like to be in."

Everyone gasped. Morgan was delighted.

"Ooooo... I get to pick my house?! Am I special?"

"Apparently." Harry heard Hermione mutter.

"Go on." said Professor McGonagall. "But you can only pick Slytherien or Gryffindor."

Morgan glanced around at both tables. Her eyes meet Harry's. She looked at him. Not just at him, but deep into his soul. She kept her eyes on him the entire time she walked down the stairs toward the house she picked herself.

CLIFFFHANGERR BITCH!Hahahaha, Hi. I was too lazy to update, sorry. But which house do you think she chose? Will it be the right choice? Only I know. Review Please!