A/N: I hope you liked chapter 1. It was my first chapter ever so please Read & Review! If you're already here (Chapter 2) pretty please with a cherry on top, review the last chapter. Thanks-by the way I don't care if your reviews are positive or negative. In fact, I rather prefer negative to give me ideas on what to improve on. I also know that my ideas for the layout of this chapter kind of mimic those of Harry's Sorting.
DISCLAIMER: I am not J.K. Rowling. If I were what would I be doing here... I mean she killed Fred (I don't ever intend on killing him, even metaphorically). My only characters are the OCs you have never ever heard of before. The Sorting
Hat Song was written by HyppolytaSnape luvsAdamLambert who wrote it for her miraculous story A Secret From Truth. (read and review it). The name Nina (last person to be sorted) came from the ever so talented and awesome author
fireisprettybeafraid. Now I think that covers it....
CHAPTER 2: THE HAT DECIDES.....
Slowly, the hours passed by and the train came closer and closer to Hogwarts. Smiling, a dimpled women slid open the door of our compartment and asked whether we wanted any sweets. I bought a handful of chocolate frogs and some licorice wands and when I caught Fred, or maybe it was George, looking at some cauldron cakes and pumpkin pasties, I eagerly bought them some, too. Later on I tried to peer out the window to catch my first glimpse of the supposedly magnificent school, but sitting nearest to the door didn't help. In the end, I had to get Lee to scoot by knocking him over only too gently-he was sleeping and snoring really noisily, so George felt I was doing everyone a favor. Lee woke up, but oh well, we had just been told to change into our school robes anyway, so there wasn't any real harm done.
I had changed into my robes an hour early, so I was just staring out the window watching as the clouds darkened and signaled a down pour of rain, when suddenly I saw the school. It was huge! Like really, really big! I felt a great leap of excitement when I realized it was my school. It had a castle with towers and a large oak door. Wondering why Muggles didn't notice it I leaned over to Lee, he had changed back into his robes and was snoring again, and whispered "I'm going to get you…don't worry…I know where you live…" in his ear in the most eerie voice I could make. He woke up shouting and then swore at me loudly in such a rude and vulgar way that, had his mother been listening, she would have wished to become swallowed up whole rather than endure the humiliation of claiming him as her son. Me? I just cackled evilly. Our whole compartment started laughing and even Angelina Johnson, a girl who was in the compartment right behind us smiled, amused.
We filed out of the train leaving our luggage behind us and then began walking towards a gigantic, bearded, hairy man who was gruffly shouting "Firs' years! Firs' years over here. C'mon follow me and mind yer step, now, it's very we'."
It was very dark when the man began to walk with all of us shivering soaked first years along a narrow path with trees all around, till we came to the edge of a great pitch black lake. On the opposite side of the lake perched the castle with its shining windows and its towers and turrets. The man told us his name was Hagrid and that we would cross the lake in the small of fleet of small rowboats that were clustered near the perimeter of the lake. Katie, Angelina and a thin girl called Alicia Spinnet and I all went into one of these small rowboats till we arrived at the castle.
When we arrived, a tall, majestic, stern woman with spectacles sitting on her nose came to welcome us and explain the Sorting. She introduced herself as Professor McGonagall and told us to wait a little while longer to be sorted, then, she left. I got nervous and started to twist around and around the thin braid I had made myself. I hope this isn't an exam, what happens if I fail and get put into Slytherin….or maybe we have to do magic. Lee had mentioned some sort of initiation. Needless to say I wasn't the only one who was worried about the one thing Professor McGonagall had failed to give much detail on. Other students were talking quietly and many pupils were chewing on their lips. Fred and George looked calm, another benefit of a large family with generations of wizards.
"The majority of the students have settled down and we are ready to sort you. The sorting will take place in front of the whole school. For those of you who are muggle born, don't worry, I will explain. The four houses are called Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. While you are at this school you will be in only one of these houses. At the end of each year there is an award that is given to the House with the most house points. House points will be awarded for improvement and triumphs throughout the year and can be taken away for misbehavior or rule breaking. I sincerely hope that you will do your House justice and will exhibit exemplary behavior. Now that I think of it, I would recommend trying to smarten yourselves up and do try to make your selves presentable."
Several minutes later Professor McGonagall came back and brought us into the Great Hall. Four large magnificent tables were set up for each of the houses and at the very end of the hall stood a table for the teachers. But the only thing that seemed relevant to me was the hat. Right in front of the teachers' table stood a stool with a tattered witch hat on it. The professor led us up to a small area right in front of it and then we waited. The hat had many patches on it and then, I know this sounds crazy, but it's all true, it opened its mouth and began to sing in a hearty, merry yet slightly croaky voice. Exactly how I had imagined a hat to sound when singing. Not that I had ever spent much time hallucinating about singing… though I did have a dream once... This is what the witch hat began to sing…
Your first lesson at Hogwarts
Comes as soon as you step through the door
I am obliged to tell you now
A true story of our founders four
Four greatly knowledged in our magic arts
Became friends, perhaps winning each other's hearts
Rowena Ravenclaw, wise and fair
Godric Gryffindor, strong and brave
Salazar Slytherin, to cross him no one dared
Helga Hufflepuff, the innocent she did save
They decided to join arms
Calling students from near and far
However trouble did arise
For most muggle-borns were quite alright
But by Slytherin they were despised
Leaving his friends he fled in the night
To sort the children is my duty
I was swept from a shelf quite sooty
And here I am.
This traditional song received tumultuous, rapid applause till Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly and a ghostly silence fell in the great hall. Many translucent and horrific yet amazing silvery translucent ghosts flew through the hall. One had chopped of his head, but only partially so that it hung like a loose tooth, another looked like it jumped out of a blood and gore horror movie and several old fashioned dressed and pale witches came past. We all gasped and oohed and aahed.
Again, Professor McGonagall cleared her throat loudly and the hall became victim to another awkward, yet short, silence.
"When I call your name please come up here and try on the hat. Adler, Quincy!" she said loudly and motioned to a tall boy to sit on the stool and wait for the hat to decide what House he best fit. He looked shy and had pitched black hair that he had styled up in spikes. We sat there for only a millisecond when the hat exclaimed loudly….
"RAVENCLAW!"
The boy scurried off, his face red and full of relief. He ran off so fast that he was sitting at the left most table when he realized he was still wearing the hat. Blushing furiously he returned the hat to the stool and ran to his House, where the students were all applauding and introducing each other
"Blakely, Stella"
A pigtailed girl with startling green eyes like a cat hurried up to the stool and pulled the hat onto her head. It slipped almost to her nose and then it waited. Finally, after what seemed like the longest period of time, but could only have been a couple minutes, the Sorting Hat opened its "mouth" and exclaimed….
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The red and gold mass of students sitting at the table to the right up heaved and applauded as the girl took off the hat and skipped over.
"Lestrange, Theodore!"
The shallow, jerk faced boy whom I had met in the compartment rushed forward and put on the hat. A moment's pause….
"SLYTHERIN!"
After what seemed like a boatload of waiting the number of students left to be sorted began to thin till I was one of the only people other than the Weasley twins and an un believably short girl. Finally, Professor McGonagall called Fred Weasley up. What house did he, obviously, get sorted into?
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat announced.
"Weasley, George." Professor McGonagall said loudly even though her voice was slightly worn out.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Winterbourne, Scarlett." I moved forward slightly nervous, with butterflies in my stomach, yet excited and glad to get sorted. I sat down on the stool, gripping my hands together slightly in my lap and gently slipped the hat onto my head. Suddenly I was hearing voices. Or rather, a voice.
"Intelligent? Yes. Cunning and brave, yet not unable to put up a fight. Stubbornly persistent, yes, but not that annoying. Noble and willing to work hard for greatness." The voice whispered ever so quietly to me or rather to my brain…
Oh boy…If I'm not in Gryffindor I'm going to kick this hats butt or rather his brim. NOT THAT ANNOYING! I'll show him annoying… I thought to myself. The hat chuckled gleefully.
"GRYFFINDOR!" I sprung up giddy with joy and put the hat down. Then, I ran over to the table and sat next to the girl who had been sorted earlier, Stella. I watched as Professor McGonagall called forth the last student, a girl called Nina and as she was sorted into Hufflepuff.
A tall boy with flaming red hair introduced himself rather pompously. It was Percy Weasley, the prefect whom Mrs. Weasley was yelling about. I asked Percy a question about the class Transfiguration and he began to fill me in on just about everything from aardvark transfiguration to the use of yak's milk in the Defeating Draught. I must say I started to ignore him after the first twelve text book recited paragraphs. Anyway I began to ignore him… I grinned to myself when Percy asked whether I was listening about ten minutes later. Fred caught me grinning and raised his eyebrows slightly. Just enough for me to see his two light brown eyebrows go up, but little enough so that Percy, who was still droning in my ear, wouldn't notice. I kicked him.
A/N: Please review mine and let me know what you think. I know I messed up at the end of the last chapter and wrote letter and they instead of later and we. Originally, this story was in third person but then I changed it. Do you think I
relationship... like she likes another character and then Fred but then George is jealous or whatever... I AM YOUR SLAVE! Not really but u know what I mean....btw i know I skipped part of the sorting... thats why I wrote FINALLY... I didn't
feel like thinking up a million names... ALSO: Should I write the next chapter as being the next day or as two or three years later? Please let me know ASAP so that I can start writing. Also: do you think I should have this be a FRED/OC
romance right away or should it be a building thing....like she likes someone else, then Fred, but George gets jealous... yada yada..
~bluebookbutterfly (yep thats my name...no comment at all!)