Disclaimer: Hey! Guess what! I don't own Harry Potter! big surprise.


Professor McGonagall ushered the first years through a gigantic oak door, and into a large hall.

"All of the other students are currently waiting in the Great Hall- a place where you will eat all of your meals and enjoy the feast, here at Hogwarts," she began. "I am about to lead you there to be sorted into your house. Your will remain in that house for the duration of time you are hear at Hogwarts, you can think of them as your family. There are four houses- Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherine. In the Great Hall, there are four hour glasses coordinating with the houses, when you succeed, your whole house gains points, any rule breaking, and you will lose points. Now, if your will follow me, I will escort you to the sorting.

Professor McGonagall snapped around and motioned for them to all follow her. A second set of doors parted magically, and near a thousand faces turned to look back at them.

As they walked down between the two middle tables, Victoire saw Teddy give her an encouraging wave, and she answered him with merely a feeble smile.

Oh, this is it. It's time. I will now know if I'm actually a Weasley after all…. I hope Grandma Molly will still love me if I turn out to be, a Ravenclaw, or a Hufflepuff, or… even a Slytherine. Maybe Mama will convince Daddy to let her attend Beauxbatons after all. She thought.

"When I call your name, please come up and place the sorting hat on your head. But first…."

Everyone's attention shifted from McGonagall to the old battered hat on the stool. It cleared its throat.

Although I'm just a hat

I'm very old and wise

You see I was there to watch it all

I saw the devil's eyes

Gryffindor and Hufflepuff

Slytherine and Ravenclaw

Not just four houses

But four people

The very best of friends

And so I caution you

As I do every year

That you will always take notice

And give an ear to hear

The hall erupted in applause, a bit of confusion and some, "That was short"'s were murmured.

"Okay, then," McGonagall continued, "Magdalena Austous."

Magdalena walked up and placed the hat on her head. Minutes passed, still no reaction from the hat, although, Magdalena looked just scared to death.

"Gryffindor!" the hat screamed.

Can hats scream? Yes. I guess so…

Magdalena smiled with utter-most joy and ran off to join the cheering table after placing the hat back on the stool.

And it continued like that. Harra Coss was sorted into Hufflepuff. Katy Ferns was a Ravenclaw. Sean Goosnle was a Gryffindor, so was Marcus Kenteel. Maya Lontz was the first Slytherine, and the list went on and on.

"Kathleen O'Brian." McGonagall's voice roared through the hall.

"Wish me luck." Kathleen whispered before scurrying across to the hat.

The hat pondered as it decided Kathleen's fate.

"Gryffindor!" It decided.

Collin Pietie became a Hufflepuff, and then Professor McGonagall called up Natalie.

She inhaled and exhaled deeply before jetting to the stool, and placed it on her head. She clenched her eyes closed, and hoped for the best.

After about ten seconds, the Sorting Hat shouted, "Slytherine!"

Kathleen's face fell. She had been looking forward to having friends, but now she had learned that half of her maybe-to-be friends were doomed to be her enemy.

Natalie jumped off the stool and raced to the Slytherine table. Her face looked neither pleased nor depressed.

Victoire didn't pay attention to the next few names being called, until she heard her name.

She hopped onto the stool and crammed the hat on her blonde head.

This is it, I guess! She thought.

Well, yes, I suppose it is… for you anyway! I have to do this for the rest of my life. Now what house should you be in? the house replied.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! How can you hear my thoughts? Victoire asked the hat.

Er, I'm on your head…?

Well, okay, I guess that makes sense….

Now! Back to my job… what house should you be in? Ahhhhh, a Weasley!

Hey! No generalizing, please!

Ah! A stubborn little witch, I see. Hm. But, also a bold one, quite Gryffindor! But, you thought, "please", which displays your respect for authority-

Authority?

-Oh! You know what I mean!

Hey! Gryffindors can be polite, too!

Quite so, well, eh? Why not, kid, I think you got it in you, so…

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted. The hall erupted into applause; there was just no other way to put it!

Teddy! Oh, Teddy's clapping, too! Victoire thought.

Well, of course he is! The hat responded.

Hey! Butt out! My head.

Victoire took off the hat and sped to the Gryffindor table.

And, my Teddy, She thought as she sat next to "her Teddy".