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Chapter Two
Dead silence. This was the sound that filled the Great Hall, ironic, isn't it? You could have heard a pin drop, but alas, as no one had a pin handy there was no sound of a pin dropping.
Professor Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Professor McGonagall, would you care to continue with the sorting?"
"Uh-yes, yes of course," McGonagall said, while inwardly her remaining hope that she would not end up with all five of the trouble-makers began to splinter. "Run along, and join the others at the Gry-Gryff-Gryffindor table, Mister Black."
Sirius seemed to be in a state of shock, and it was only when Marlene began hissing at him to go sit down that he snapped out of it and went to sit at the Gryffindor table.
"Okay, moving on…Bung, Rosalind Antigone."
"SLYTHERIN!"
Rosalind Antigone sat down to scattered applause, and Sirius scowled because the only applause he had gotten was from Marlene, James, Remus and Peter.
"Campbell, Lennox."
"HUFFLEPUFF."
"Catchlove, Greta."
"HUFFLEPUFF."
"Cotton, Gregory."
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Dearborn, Caradoc."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Diggle, Dedalus."
"HUFFLEPUFF."
"Evans, Lily." A red-headed girl strode forward and sat down on the stool.
"I recognize her from somewhere." James confided to Remus, "Ah, yes, she is going to be the girl I marry." He said confidently. Remus just shook his head ruefully but did not comment.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Fenwick, Benjy."
"Hufflepuff."
"Griffiths, Wilda."
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Hookum, Daisy!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Hopkirk, Mafalda."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Jigger, Arsenius."
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Keily, Aiden."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Longbottom, Frank."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Lupin, Remus."
You poor boy, if you had asked me a couple of hours ago what house you should be in I would have told you Ravenclaw, however now that you have become friends with Mr. Black, your mischievous nature has become clear, therefore, it had better be…
"GRYFFINDOR!" McGonagall felt her hope crack further, along with the remaining dregs of her sanity, which she was confident would be gone by the time these five graduated Hogwarts in seven years time.
"MacDonald, Mary."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"McKinnon, Marlene." McGonagall gave a last ditch prayer to the heavens that she would not be trapped with both Marlene and Sirius, although, she had always known she would have Marlene given her family history, although, she had also thought there was no way she could have Sirius, so…maybe, just maybe…who was she kidding? She was so going to end up with Marlene.
Not another one, boisterous, aren't you, just like your parents…you and Mr. Black seem to have a very special relationship, it will prosper. And, no I don't mean your friendship. Before Marlene could ask the hat what it meant it shouted:
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Meadows, Dorcas."
"GRYFFINDOR!" Professor McGonagall gave a small shudder as she saw the newly sorted Gryffindor sit down next to McKinnon with a wide smile on her face. It would only be a matter of time, she knew, before the small orange-haired girl would pollute Dorcas' mind and bring her to dark side.
"Nott, Theodore." (1)
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Oddpick, Winkus."
"HUFFLEPUFF."
"Pettigrew, Peter."
Hmm…where to put you, where to put you, I would say Hufflepuff, but it seems like half your grade has been in Hufflepuff, and since your little friends are in…
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Professor, you forgot me!" A short blond-boy suddenly said, raising his hand.
"I do not forget people." McGonagall said.
"But, my name is, Beltram Aubrey, shouldn't I have been called?"
"Fine. Maybe I did forget you…" McGonagall admitted. "Well, you can go now then, Aubrey, Beltram."
"Hey, I thought it was my turn!" James complained.
"You can go next, Mr. Potter." McGonagall snapped.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Potter, James." The hat had barely touched James' head when it called out:
"GRYFFINDOR!" As the hat said this McGonagall felt her remaining hope shatter into infinitesimal pieces.
"Prewett, Alice!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Prewett, Fabien." (2)
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Prewett, Gideon!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Quigley, Finbar."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Shingleton, Gaspard!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Sinistra, Aurora."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Slinkhard, Wilbert."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Snape, Severus!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"I knew we weren't going to get along." James confided to Sirius in regards to Snape.
"Yup, especially after you blamed him for what Marlene and I did."
"Thicknesse, Pius."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Timms, Agatha!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Vance, Emmeline!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Vector, Septima."
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Wazlib, Roonil."
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Widdershins, Willy."
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Zamojski, Ladislaw."
"SLYTHERIN!"
The sorting ceremony ended with the new Slytherin, whose name would have been unpronounceable by anyone other than McGonagall, sitting down and joining his new housemates. As soon as he was seated, Professor Dumbledore stood up in front of his seat.
"Welcome, new students." Dumbledore said, his blue eyes twinkling. "This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship for all of you. I know we will have wonderful house unity for the next seven years. It will be a happy time for all of us."
Not for ME! McGonagall thought bitterly to herself as the students gave a rousing hand of applause to the headmaster. She spotted Black and Potter whispering conspiratorily at the Gryffindor table. Not for me at all.
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Oh yeah…
(1) Senior. No time travel here...
(2) We just realized that Fabian and Gideon match Fred and George. Get it? G&F and G&F. Molly so planned that one for hours on end.
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