Author's Note: YES! I SCREWED UP! DON'T HATE ME! Just for the sake of no one else asking, Fred and George, though they are actually 2 years ahead of the Golden Trio, are going to just be one year ahead. Sorry if I've thrown anyone off. My mistake :( Also, I couldn't come up with my own Hat Song ('cuz I'm lame YAY) so, I hope no one minds that I just used the song from Harry Potter's first year. But I don't own it. So sad. ANYHOO! ALLONS-Y! (Don't own that either *cries*)

Part 7

The first years followed Professor McGonagall down a long hallway. Everywhere you turned there was something new and more magical to look at. Vanessa couldn't take it all in at once.

They were led down the hallway and into a large room, the Great Hall, and directed them all to some benches that were set up near the front.

Vanessa took a seat next to Siren and Leah sat on the other side of her.

"I'm so excited!" Leah whispered to Vanessa.

Vanessa nodded, just deciding to agree despite the fact that she had no idea what was going to happen next.

There was a hat-a battered, old, dirty, frayed, patched up hat-seated on a stool. There was a long tear along the brim which looked rather peculiar to her.

Then, the tear opened and a voice came warbling out.

"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hat sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all!

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

if you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands-though I have none!

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

Vanessa didn't realize her mouth was hanging open until Leah poked her in the side.

Professor McGonagall walked up to stand next to the hat. "When I call your name please come up and sit on the stool to be sorted."

"Anderson, Nicholas!"

A brown haired boy with big, wide green eyes walked slowly up and sat on the stool.

Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on his head and the boy screwed his eyes shut.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

The hat was removed from his head and he was ushered off to the table where the boy sat down with the other Hufflepuffs.

Vanessa couldn't help but notice the fact that, as the boy walked away, his tie had changed from gray to black and yellow.

What colors would hers be? She looked around at the banners that hung from above the tables. There was Slytherin in a deep green and silver, Gryffindor with a majestic red and gold, Ravenclaw in a stunning blue and bronze, and then there was Hufflepuff in black and yellow.

I hope I'm in Gryffindor, they look pretty cool.

"Black, Vanessa!"

Author's Note: THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO HAS FAVORITED AND ARE FOLLOWING MY STORY! IT MEANS MORE THAN YOU THINK! I LOVE YOU GUYS!