Harry POV

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"So Ginny, how's your summer been?" I asked, trying to meet her eyes. I always had problems with that after coming back from the Dursley's.

"Uh... fine." She replied "You?"

"Uh... fine."

We sank into a long and very awkward silence. I was about to open my mouth to make some more small talk, probably about the weather, when the door of the compartment slammed open and an angry looking Ron stormed in followed by an oddly confused Hermione.

"You will not believe what just happened!" Yelled Ron, flabbergasted.

"What? Did you hear something?" panicked Ginny "Was it you-know-who? Is everyone alright?"

"It's okay Ginny." Sighed Hermione loudly, "Ron's just overreacting."

"Overreacting!" yelled Ron "I am not bloody overreacting! It's you who is UNDERREACTING!"

"Oh calm down Ron, you sound like an idiot!" said Hermione, starting to get frustrated "They're resorting us this year, not covering us in meet and sending us down to Aragog!"

Me and Ginny stared at Hermione. First so we could absorb the information that she just threw at us, and then to take in the fact that she didn't think this was a big deal.

As much as I thought Ron overreacting was hilarious, I had to take Ron's side on this one.

"How can you think this is no big deal Hermione? We could get sorted into different houses! Then how would we see each other!" I demanded of her.

"How will you do our homework?" Ron added in unhelpfully, and I elbowed him in the ribs.

"I think that if we did get sorted into different houses, it would be a good learning experience for you two. You have to learn some responsibility! I can't nag you about getting your work done when you're older, can I?"

"You could if you were my wife." Ron said, clearly not thinking his words through.

"I- what? What was that Ron? I thought I just heard you say-" Hermione bumbled, blushing bright red. Ron was gaping, probably shocked at himself for saying something so stupid.

"What do you think about this Ginny?" I asked to the only member of the group who hasn't said anything yet.

"I don't know, I still haven't taken all this in." she thought for a second, pretending she hadn`t heard Ron`s comment, "I mean, we were all sorted into Gryffindor last time, how different can it be?"

I really don't want to find out.

Harry's POV (again)

It turns out that they did not have one gigantic marathon sorting session before dinner, as Ron was worried they might do. Instead they did all the first year sorting at the beginning of dinner, as per usual, but then they called 10 students at a time to go into a room off the entrance hall and get resorted. As more time progressed I got more and more nervous. Students came back from the resorting either looking ecstatic or absolutely mortified. Finally Hermione was called and as she got up she looked very close to losing whatever she had managed to choke down during dinner.

"Good luck Hermione" I said to her and she gave me a half smile that looked more like a grimace than anything. It seemed like forever until she would return. After what seemed like an eternity the doors swung open and I craned my neck to see the look on Hermione's face.

Tears were streaming down it. She was searching for me too, and when she caught my eye she made one simple head shake. No, not Gryffindor. She had been sorted into a different houses. Well, at least me and Ron could possibly be together still.

Ron started whimpering next to me.

"It'll be okay man." I comforted him, even though I felt like whimpering myself.

We watched Hermione as she made her way down the center aisle of the great hall. Then she took a seat at the Ravenclaw table. She would never sit at the Gryffindor table as a Gryffindor again. Of course she could still sit here if she wanted to, but she wouldn`t be wearing the Gryffindor lion, and it wouldn`t be the same.

She took a seat beside Roger Davies. He had an arm over her shoulder and was rubbing her back in a soothing manner. He was one of those that had come back from sorting looking positively gleeful.

In seeing Roger's affection towards Hermione, Ron's injured animal like weeping noises turned into something somewhere between grunting and growling.

"Ron, calm down mate. You sound like a troll that's high on doxy eggs."

"Potter, Harry!" Rang McGonagall's voice from the doorway leading into the great hall.

I got up and strode away before anyone could say anything to me. I couldn't maintain my composure if they did.

Me and 9 other students met McGonagall and she led us into the resorting room.

I took a seat as I watched the other kids being sorted. Padma and Pavarti were both sorted into Ravenclaw. Pansy was put into Slytherin.

My turn.

I sat on a rickety old stool as the sorting hat was placed on my head by Professor McGonagall. A sense of déjà vu overwhelmed me.

'Hmmm... not bad, not bad.' the sorting hat said 'Still as tricky as when I first sorted you... I see, hmm. You've done well in Gryffindor, no doubting that. but still the part of you that would do well in slytherin remains. Grown more prominent even. Hmmm...'

Please don't I begged, feeling extremely weird as I pleaded with the voice in my head I need to be with my friends. You know what I've been though-

'Yes" said the sorting hat, cutting me off 'I do know what you've been though, and that's why I know that the best place to put you, is no longer Gryffindor.'

The hat opened its brim wide, and I sighed inwardly.

"Slytherin!"

Ginny's POV

Tears relentlessly flowed down my face.

I tried to look at Harry, but I found I had too many tears in my eyes to make out anything.

No, it can't be. Harry was a Gryffindor! He had to be! But no.

I threw myself into Ron, sobbing into his chest, forgetting my anger at him. he held me tight and I could hear his body shaking with emotion. He had no chance of being with both of his friends.

"Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley. Please come."

Ron and I walked over to where McGonagall was waiting.

"Come with me" she said briskly and she led us over to the small room off the entrance hall. It was excruciating to wait while other people were sorted.

Finally it was Ron's turn. The Sorting hat took about 30 seconds before it yelled out "Hufflepuff".

Ron's mouth fell open. He looked absolutely astonished.

"Hufflepuff?" he said indignantly "I cannot be a Hufflepuff! They are all pathetic!"

"Hey!" protested one of the kids who'd come in with us.

"Well you know it's true!"

"Now you're a Hufflepuff buddy, so i guess that makes you pathetic too!"

"That's enough, that's enough!" intervened McGonagall "it's your turn Ms. Weasley.'

I put the hat on.

'Well, well... what do we have here? A bright young mind, certainly, but distracted no doubt. Hmmm... Lots of secrets... you want to be accepted don't you? I know just the place to put you...'

"Slytherin"

'Syltherin? What? A Weasley, in Slytherin? how can the Sorting hat thing I'll be accepted there, of all places? Those nasty, cruel, dark, inbreeding- oh. Hit the nail right on the head. '

Ron looked absolutely flabbergasted. not to mention he was turning three shades of jealous. I got to be with Harry and he didn't.

Maybe us being separated means we weren't meant to be. Fate has to be involved. Is it possible that it is Harry I'm meant to be with?

i mulled it over as I walked back to the entrance hall. Whoever I chose, there would be no doubt that my life will never be the same.

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