Hiiiiiiiii! I'm back! Well, I never really left... but yeah, I'm here with another chapter!
Oh, and Phoenix/Singa/Jia Feng is
a 2P, but she's in Hufflepuff because she only kills/harms the people who have offended/hurt/harmed/killed
her acquaintances... wow. Her loyalty is so fatal. {But she'll kill you if you betray her so yeah.}
Harry Potter's POV
No one was talking much, except Hermione Granger, who was whispering very fast about all the spells she'd learned and which one she'd need, and a group of foreign-looking eleven-years-olds. Harry noticed that there was only one girl among their huddled form and, he noted, all of them were blond, with one exception- one of the boys had golden-brown hair and another, silver hair. The others had either golden hair, dark yellow hair or, in one boy's case, strawberry-kissed blonde hair. They were speaking in voices so low that Harry couldn't hear them.
Harry tried not to listen to Hermione. He's never been more nervous, never, not even when he'd had to take a school report home to the Dursleys saying he'd somehow turned his teacher's wig blue. He kept his eyes fixed on the door. Any second now, Professor McGonagall would come back and lead him to his doom.
Then something happened that made him jump about a foot in the air- several people, including the golden-brown haired boy, screamed. "What the-" he gasped.
About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another, hardly glancing at the first-years. They seemed to be arguing. Harry heard bits and parts of the conversation before another loud scream cut through the air. It was also delivered by the golden-brown haired boy.
"AH! MATTIE! GHOSTS! DON'T WORRY, THE HERO WILL PROTECT YOU FROM BEHIND!"
The golden-brown haired boy leapt behind another boy who looked remarkably like him and the new boy, who had chin-length gold hair, sighed. Harry noticed, with an uneasy feeling, that the new boy was also slightly transparent.
"I say, what are you doing here?" a ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years. Nobody answered, not even the golden-brown haired boy, who was cowering behind 'Mattie's' back. "New students!" said a ghost, who was called the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. About to be Sorted, I suppose?"
A few people nodded mutely.
"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar happily. "My old house, you know. And-oh! Is that Arthur Kirkland I see? Alastair's younger brother?" he suddenly gasped.
Ghosts started crowding around one of the boys in the small group. Arthur, the boy, had messy gold hair, emerald-green eyes and thick, bushy eyebrows, and he nodded without saying a word.
"Alastair said he would be coming again this year-" another ghost said.
"-He said he would be with a group of other students-" another ghost interjected.
"-said he'd be more powerful-"
"ARTIE GET THEM AWAY FROM ME- I MEAN, MATTIE!"
"-unusual friends-"
"Move along now," a sharp voice cut into the murmurs that had broken out among the ghosts. "The Sorting ceremony's about to start."
Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall. Harry heard the golden-brown haired boy breath a sigh of relief. Now that Harry looked closely, the golden-brown haired boy had a cowlick- a clump of hair that defied the laws of gravity and curved up. He also noticed that three of the students in the group, the girl and two other boys, had funny-looking curls. The girl's curl was just a strand of hair coming down from her perfect middle parting and curling weakly up. 'Mattie', the boy with chin-length gold hair, had a curl that was curved into one loopy circle, while the emotionless boy Harry had seen on the train had a short curl near his neck.
"Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "and follow me."
Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first-years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. Aunt Petunia wouldn't have let it in the house. Maybe they had to try and get a rabbit out of it, Harry thought wildly, that seemed the sort of thing- noticing that everyone in the hall was now staring at the hat, he stared at it, too. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth- and the hat began to sing:
"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 bowler's black,
you top hats sleek and tall.
For I'm Hogwart's 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 out 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!"
The whole hall burst into applause as the hate finished its song. It bowed to each four tables then became quite still again. "So we've just got to try the hat!" Ron whispered to Harry, relieved. "I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll."
Harry smiled weakly. Yes, trying on the hat was a lot better than having to do a spell, but he did wish they could have tried it on without everyone watching. The hat seemed to be asking rather a lot; Harry didn't feel brave or quick-witred or any of it at the moment. If only the hat mentioned a house for people who felt a bit queasy, that would have been the one for him.
Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbot, Hannah!"
So the Sorting began.
Who's POV? Canada's POV!
"Abbot, Hannah!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Bones, Susan!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Boot, Terry!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Bondevik, Lukas!"
Norway calmly walked up the the hat and put it on his head. After what seemed like forever, the hat shouted, "SLYTHERIN!" Canada looked at the Slytherin table. They all looked like unpleasant people. He shuddered, and silently wished Norway good luck.
"Bonnefoy, Francis!"
Canada's 'papa', France, eyed the hat critically before slipping it onto his head. Again, his Sorting took a ridiculously long amount of time. Canada watched his now eleven-year-old father figure intently and, finally, he was sorted into Ravenclaw.
"Brocklehurst, Mandy!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Brown, Lavender!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Bulstrode, Millicent!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Finch-Fletchy, Justin!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
By now, Canada had noticed that the hat sometimes shouted the house at once, but at others, such as Norway/Lukas and France/Francis, it took a little while to decided. "Finnigan, Seamus!" was called and the sandy-haired boy next to Harry Potter, the boy England had asked the group of Nations to protect, sat on the stool for almost a whole minute (but still shorter than the time taken to sort the two previous nations) before the hat declared him a Gryffindor.
"Granger, Hermione!"
Hermione, the bushy-haired girl who had come into the Nation's compartment helping a plump boy look for his toad, ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head. The hat screamed out, "GRYFFINDOR!" and she proudly walked over to join her new house-mates.
"Jones, Alfred!"
Canada perked up as his brother skipped over to the hat, shouting, "I'LL DO IT SINCE I'M THE HERO~" He was only on the stool for ten seconds before he was declared a Gryffindor. Well, that was to be expected, Canada thought to himself. He hugged his bear-what was his name?-to his chest tightly. "Kumachara, what house do you think I'm in?" he whispered to his polar bear. Kumacherry looked up at him and asked who he was. Canada sighed and mumbled into his bear's fur, "I'm Canada."
"Kirkland, Arthur!"
Canada's other father-figure walked calmly to the stool and put the old hat on. He had been sitting on the stool for, perhaps, two minutes when the hat declared, "GRYFFINDOR!" and England went to join America, who was shouting, "IGGY'S IN THE SAME HOUSE AS ME!" Canada tried but failed to avoid facepalming.
"Kirkland, Oliver!"
Almost immediately, the hat shouted, "SLYTHERIN!" Well, of course Oliver had to be a Slytherin- he was a 2P.
"Lim, Jia Feng, Phoenix!"
Canada saw some people's head cock to the side as they found Singa's name confusing. Her full name was Lim Jia Feng Phoenix, or Phoenix Lim Jia Feng. The sorting hat was on her head for about three seconds before it yelled, "HUFFLEPUFF!
This choice confused Canada greatly as Singa was a 2P. Then he remembered she killed/harmed people who offended/hurt/harmed/killed her acquaintances/friends. Now that was deadly loyalty.
When Neville Longbottom, the plump boy who had lost his toad, was called, he fell over on the way to his stool. The hat took a long time to decide with Neville. When it finally declared him a Gryffindor, Neville ran off still wearing it, and had to jog back amid gales of laughter (not by the nations, of coursez) to give it to Romania, or Vladimir Lupei. Canada noticed that, when Romania walked up to the stool, the professor who was wearing a turban pale noticeably. Maybe because he thought Romania was a vampire? Did anyone else think the nation was a vampire?
To prove his point, whispers spread like wildfire, most of them asking if Romania was really a vampire, while others asked about how his funny little hat stayed on his head.
When Romania was sorted into Ravenclaw, he passed the hat to "MacDougal, Morag!" who was also sorted into Ravenclaw.
There were not many people left now. "Malfoy"... , "Moon"... , "Nott"... , "Parkinson"... , then a pair of twin girls, "Patil" and "Patil"... , then "Perks, Sally-Anne"... , and then, "Potter, Harry!" As Harry, the boy whom England/Arthur asked him to protect, stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall. Canada was impressed by how many people knew him. Wow, Harry must be really famous- almost everyone in the hall knows him! I wonder what he did to get him so famous... Canada thought to himself.
When, at last, the hat announced him a Gryffindor, everyone at the Gryffindor table was cheering madly- everyone except Alfred, who looked a little confused. Probably, he was wondering why many people cheered Harry and not him. Canada smiled excitedly into his bear's fur. What house would he be in? Not Gryffindor, surely. He wasn't even brave enough to tell England and France, or Arthur and Francis, off at the G8 Meeting! Not Slytherin either- he wasn't cunning nor ambitious. So either Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. 'So either Papa's house or Singa's house, eh?' he thought go himself. He wanted to be in the same house as his father-figure, but he also liked Hufflepuff and might be able to make friends with Singa, who could see him (most of the time).
"Steilsson, Emil!"
"Ravenclaw!"
Canada smiled to himself. Iceland only had come because Norway had threatened him. 'If you don't come, then you'll have to call me 'Big Brother' for one whole month,' Norway had said.
"Thomas, Dean."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Turpin Lisa!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Vainamoinen, Tino!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Canada was a bit confused at this choice, too. Finland was always cheerful and was very loyal, so Canada had thought he'd be in Hufflepuff. But he shrugged. Soon, it would be his turn! There was only one by before him!
"Weasley, Ron!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Zabini, Blaise!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
What? What about me? Canada thought, surprised. "Come on, name can't possibly be invisible..." he mumbled, yet it seemed that his name, Matthew Williams, was. Canada hoped that his brother, England or France would somehow remember him and correct Professor McGonagall, but the people who spoke weren't just from the FACE family.
"Professor McGonagall!" FAE plus Singa plus Romania yelled. "You forgot Matthew!" they all shouted. Well, France shouted, "You forgot mon petite Mathieu!" instead but it meant the same thing.
Professor McGonagall frowned, then squinted at the scroll. Then she stared. And stared. And stared. and finally, announced, "I do not see any 'Matthew' in the list!"
Canada sweatdropped and hurried over to Professor McGonagall and tugged her robes' sleeve, clutching Kumachunky tightly to his chest. "There's my name, Professor," he said/whispered, pointing to a slightly invisible 'Matthew Williams' on the paper. The woman squinted at where he was pointing, then gasped as of the words had suddenly appeared. "Ah, I am sorry... Williams, Matthew!"
Poor Canada! XD Well, at least someone/some people remembered him!
Please review! If you think Emil/Iceland should be in a different house, please tell me! ^^