The Hat's Decision
To MilliePrue-BellatrixLestrange – glad you love the story, I will try to update as soon as possible, thanks for reviewing and letting me know your opinion!
I will not try to write a Sorting Hat song, as I cannot do it justice, and I am not foolish enough to attempt. So I assume that the song that it sings is the one it sang in Harry's fourth year.
Also in case, you are curious as to why I did not include the world cup in my story, it is because Kitty is not much interested in Quidditch, and this story is all about her. I assume that the World Cup never took place. In case you are worried, the rest of the story will be more or less HP compliant. The triwizard tournament will take place as well as the rise of Voldemort. Sorry to disappoint you about the world cup thing though!
Disclaimer: Rowling owns the Hp world, I'm not she.
Harry clasped Kitty by the shoulders, as soon as they got down the train, and wished her luck. He walked her over to Hagrid, and said to him, "Hey Hagrid, this is Kitty."
Hagrid beamed at her, and Kitty smiled back politely. "Don' you worry, not at all, you'll love Hogwarts, besides your brother's got you well look'd after," he said and helped her into a boat.
Kitty waved her brother goodbye and began listening to an animated conversation between the two boys sitting with her.
Up at the castle, when the rest of the school was seated at their respective house tables, Professor Mcgonagall, having given an inspiring speech to the first years, led them into the Great Hall. Kitty walking along with the rest of the scared looking first years felt as though she would very much like to sink through the floor. She caught Harry's eye, who smiled encouragingly and then looked up at the ceiling: a velvety black night sky, dotted with stars.
Professor Mcgonagall led them right up to the front where an old patched, frayed hat sat upon a four-legged stool. She began calling out names to be newly sorted into their houses, after the Hat finished its song.
"Harrison, Prudence!" A small shy looking girl went upto the stool and put on the Hat. "GRYFFINDOR!" cried the Hat and the Gryffindor table erupted in cheers.
When almost all the first' years had been sorted, Professor Mcgonagall called out, "Potter, Katherine Lily!" The hook nosed teacher seated next to Dumbledore sat up a little straighter. Kitty went up to the stool and put on the Hat.
"This is not difficult, your brother was tougher to place. A mind quite like your mother's, I see," said the Hat's voice in Kitty's head.
At the mention of her mother, she forgot all her nervousness and asked the Hat, "You sorted my mother! What was she like?"
"I only read your mind, young one, if you do not know, I cannot tell you," replied the hat, "You are not very brave I see, nor are you cunning, so that's two ruled out. I think you will be best for RAVENCLAW!"
Kitty's heart sank, and made her way to the table on the left. She caught Harry's eye and gulped. But she needn't have worried for he broke into a grin and gave her a thumbs up. Slightly relieved, Kitty looked, towards the High Table. The hook nosed teacher, whom she assumed was Professor Snape was staring fixedly at her. She shuddered, having heard already that Professor Snape hated harry, she hoped he would not hate her too.
"You're Harry Potter's sister," said a dreamy voice to her right, "I'm Luna Lovegood." Kitty looked around and saw a blond girl, staring dreamily into space. "Hi, I'm Kitty."
After the sorting was over, the Headmaster, professor Dumbledore clapped his hands the tables filled with the most delicious looking food Kitty had ever seen: roast chicken, lamb chops, pork chops, sausages, roast beef, green peas with mushrooms, grilled salmon, steak, carrots, gravy, mashed potatoes and Yorkshire pudding. Kitty helped herself to a bit of everything and started talking to Luna.
She heard a voice call her, and looked around to see Draco Malfoy hissing at her from behind her. "So Potter, I see you aren't a Gryffindork like your idiot brother," he said maliciously. Kitty heeded her brother's advice and continued talking to Luna, more loudly. But it was hard avoiding both him and Snape.
After the feast, the food disappeared and the puddings appeared: blocks of ice cream in all kinds of flavours, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate éclairs, trifle, jelly, rice pudding, strawberry mascarpone tart, chocolate truffle, blueberry cheesecake, poached pears and tapioca pudding.
"I wouldn't try the poached pears, if I were you," said Luna seriously, "They are a nesting ground for the crumple horned-snorkack." Kitty merely shrugged, and continued with her apple pie.
At last the puddings too disappeared, and Dumbledore got to his feet. "It is my painful duty to inform you that the Inter House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year." Kitty could swear she heard Harry's indignant "WHAT!"
Dumbledore continued, raising his voice over the buzz that filled the Great Hall, "This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy - but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts we are hosting the Triwizard Tournament. The Triwizard Tournament was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of wizardry: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took it in turns to host the tournament once every five years, and it was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities - until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued."
Kitty looked around alarmed, while Dumbledore said, "The heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy to compete for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money. Only students who are of age - that is to say, seventeen years or older - will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration. I will personally be ensuring that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champion."
"Also, this year the Defence Against the Dark Arts's teacher's post will be filled by Professor Alastor 'Mad-eye' Moody," Dumbledore finished, as a grizzly haired man with a scarred face stood up and bowed. One of the man's eyes was a vivid electric blue, a large chunk of his nose was missing and in place of one of his feet, he had a wooden carved leg, much like a muggle pirate's.
The students filed out of the Great Hall, and started leading to the dormitories. The Ravenclaw common room was protected by a riddle that had to be correctly answered, in order to enter.
Kitty wondered what would happen, if she ever did not figure out the answer to the riddle. Shuddering at the thought that she might have to spend the night on the cold floor outside, in the dark, she turned over in her bed, and fell asleep immediately.