Chapter 4: The Sorting
"Firs' years, firs' years over here!" Hagrid bellowed. Ron cringed a bit, dear gods this man was louder than him when he was Thor. Even then it was sort of funny, he used to speak at this volume all the time, he shook his head, what was his old self thinking?
Harry smirked at him a little bit, they didn't really have the chance to talk to one another about who they happened to be before now, but that was fine, they would just meet up later. One thing was for sure, whoever Ron was clearly remembered Thor's voice.
They loaded themselves onto the boats, Harry, Ron, Neville, and surprising them again, Draco, of all people, who smirked in the direction of no doubt, future Slytherins. When they ducked under the bridge they were met with a fantastic sight. A giant castle sat upon a hill surround by the shimmering water that reflected said castle. Draco let out a whistle, clearly impressed with the towering magic school.
"The firs' years Professor McGonagall." Hagrid stated.
"Thank you Hagrid, come along." she led them down a hallway. Most of them tuned her out, instead marveling at the tall columns and many portraits lining the wall. Draco snickered when they stopped at the doors to the great hall. Hermione came to join them in their small group.
"What's so funny?" she asked him, confusedly.
"Oh nothing much, just that I bet you anything that Hagrid and the Professor say that every year." they all started giggling at that, it was most likely true.
"So how exactly do they sort us, if you know?" Ron asked curiously.
Draco laughed, "If I told you, you might die laughing." Harry raised a quizzical eyebrow. Seeing this Draco continued, "You see, there is a strange little wizard's cap, basically it looks into your mind, chooses the trait you're most associated with, and then matches that specific trait to a House." their faces were hilarious, Draco/tony wished he brought his magic-proof camera.
"You know... they never mentioned that in Hogwarts: A History." Hermione mentioned casually. Draco grinned, a devilish grin that would make Satan run to keep his sanity intact.
"What? And take all the fun out of scaring the poor souls? Tsk, tsk, Hermione my dear, we don't take the fun out of watching them be so nervous." Draco scolded playfully. "Guess that means there aren't going to be that many Gryffindors this year, it's a shame too, I always liked those guys, they can be pretty fun if you ask me."
Harry coughed lightly, "So what house do you think you'll be in?" they mostly shrugged, it's pretty hard to pick out a core trait. Suddenly-
"Malfoy, Draco." he winked and strutted up to the stool.
'Ah, what do we have here?' the hat asked calmly.
'You currently have the coolest person alive wearing you.'
'It seems you would be perfect, with your snark and superiority complex, for-'
'Nope, no, and absolutely fucking not.' Tony Stark's mental image appeared in front of the hat. 'You aren't judging what house I fall into.' the hat spluttered, 'Sadly, right now you aren't putting me into a house, because for whatever collective gods and goddesses sake I'm about to do it for my mini-me self right now.' the hat looked up at him and had a frown on his face, that quickly turned into a smile.
The hat chuckled, 'You know, I've never had to sort someone with both a child and adult mind.'
'Yeah well, this is fun isn't it, buuuttttt, you do have other kids to sort.' Tony said to the hat.
'That may be true, but be ready when you find out that there isn't just one person in that head of yours Draco or Tony.'
'What?'
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The hall was waiting in anxiously, silently-
"Gryffindor!"
Everyone lost it. And next thing you know, they saw Draco, Draco Malfoy. Not angry, not shouting that the hat was wrong, he gave the Slytherins a cheeky grin and a peace sign. They seethed at the now apparent blood traitor. He saw their outraged faces and did what no one expected.
"Sorry slithers, I never wanted your number in the first place, but you'll have to deal with that." he walked over to the Gryffindor table to be happily greeted by the Weasley twins.
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The small group of kids, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville, were gaping. There were no words to describe what they just saw- except maybe three.
"That's definitely Stark." this came from all three of them. They looked at each other again.
"We are sooooo talking later." Harry kept himself from sarcasm. What? Don't look at me like that. What's life without a bit of humor?
"Longbottom, Neville." well there goes another.
Neville put the hat on carefully, yeah he didn't want a repeat of the Winter Soldier. Sorry hat, he's not going to take any chances.
'Another one?' the Hat questioned. 'You wouldn't happen to be friends with young Draco would you?'
Neville blinked, 'I might know him...'
'Ah well, it seems that you would be suited for Hufflepuff, with your undying loyalty to your friends-' Neville cut the Hat off.
'Gryffindor.' he stated, 'I want to prove myself, to my family, my soon to be friends, and show the world that they are wrong.'
'With the amount of kids choosing for me now, I'm going to be out of the job soon.' the Hat joked. 'Good luck with the Lions, young soldier.'
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"Gryffindor!" the hall was stunned, wimpy Longbottom had just put in the house of the brave, the courageous, and the downright amazing. To them, he was none of these, to the rest of the Avengers, they knew who he was now.
He walked over to the Gryffindor table like a seasoned soldier, which worried Dumbledore, something was going on and he intended to find out.
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"Granger, Hermione." she walked gracefully to the stool and slipped the hat on her head.
'Lovely to meet you Miss Granger.' the Hat spoke politely. 'I'm going to assume that you want to be with the house of bravery?'
'While that would be nice, I need a challenge,' she thought to him kindly, 'Put me in with the smarties I suppose.'
'Done, madam.' the Hat would actually agree with her on this, Ravenclaw would suit her well.
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"Ravenclaw!"
This came as no surprise to the hall, so they clapped politely and welcomed her to the house of intelligence, and smarts.
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"Weasley, Ronald!" Ron walked confidently up to the stool and put the hat on.
'Mister Weasley, or should I say Prince Thor?' Ron blinked.
'To whom do I owe the honor of your presence, Giddeon?' Ron questioned, he had been friends with Giddeon before he grew old and had his mind sealed in the hat. Giddeon happened to be a traveler and powerful mortal wizard on the old Midgard, Thor had come across him when he was battling a rather nasty troll.
'I see you never changed, I had the honor of sorting your brother-' he paused for a second, 'Brothers, Loki.' Ron's eyes widened, he had to be joking, Loki was living with him the entire time?
Giddeon grumbled, 'Great another one of you are completely oblivious to what's right in front of you, is it that hard to realize that some are not as they seem?' Ron was about to reply... when he was cut off from being able to ask what the old wizard turned hat meant.
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"Gryffindor!"
The entirety of the hall wasn't surprised, it was just the same house as any other Weasley.
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"Potter, Harry!"
The hall went silent, watching as the obsidian haired boy calmly made his way up to the stool. Severus Snape watched in interest as he knew that face, or rather mask. He knew damn well where he saw it before, on the face of a very well respected archer.
Harry glanced over and their eyes made contact, unspoken words laced in his soon to be teacher's gaze, 'Meet me later.' Harry gave a slight nod which would only be noticed by the Potions Master.
'Dear lord! Another one! I suppose you want to end up somewhere with your friends, eh?' the Hat asked him curiously.
'Anywhere you put me is fine.' Harry supplied. The Hat gave the equivalent to a mental smirk.
'See that's how it's supposed to go,' he said rather mischievously, 'It's my job, so thank you for honoring that, it's not like I get to have fun the rest of the year.'
'Hmmm... well while you are suited for Hufflepuff, I'm going to assume you would be more comfortable being able to easily get information, and don't lie to me, I know very well the sense you have that something will go wrong this year... and your not too far off.' the Hat stated with a hint of nostalgia.
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"Slytherin!"
The hall, teachers except for Severus, went mad...
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Yes putting him in that house was for the better, Clint is more of a Hufflepuff, but this way he will be able to gather information easier.
That aside, Hermione's sorting was coming, Ron's was obvious, Neville was also obvious, Draco's... well I had fun writing it... and come on the House even has his color scheme!
R/R I suppose, or don't. It doesn't really matter to me if you don't, just keep in mind that it is appreciated.
Stay Hyper!- RemmySpectre