I love my reviewers. Really I do. 41 for the first chapter, 120 for the second 100 for the third and 114 for the fourth. I hope I get as many reviews for this chappie! (Hint Hint!)

Voting is in and Harry is in…dun, dun, dun…Hufflepuff! Hufflepuff won by like one point. That was cool. Note: If you voted after Friday, I'm sorry to say you're vote wasn't counted. I counted the votes and after not getting any new reviews for a certain time period I wrote the chapter. I have been trying to put the chapter up since then, but my internet has been down since then, and it just came back today.

Questions (Or Things) I Decided To Answer (Or Comment On)

Q: Could this be a HP/OC story? Maybe a vampire? A werewolf?

A: It could very well be a HP/OC story. Of course I don't have any OCs on hand, so send in ideas about one and I'll see if I can fit him in.

Q: Can I vote for Hufflepuff 1 1/2 times? That means we'd only need two more to win.

A: No, you can only vote once (unfortunately), but we won anyway (By one vote). Seems there are a lot of Hufflepuff fans out there.

Q: I liked the thought of Sirius freaking out, "OMG! You're a puff!"

A: I like the thought too, and know that he's in Hufflepuff, I know exactly how to make Sirius react to that…heeheehee. I'll give the heads up and say it involves Sirius going insane, Harry's trunk and a suspicious Lupin. :D

Q: Can you make Neville another charge later on please?

A: Neville will be a charge of his later on, no worries. Luna probably will be too.

Chapter 4

'Aren't you supposed to sort me?'

"Fine. Fine. Let me think…"

…Ten Minutes Later…

'Hello? Anyone home?'

"Still thinking…"

…Five Minutes Later…

People were moaning about wanting to eat now. Harry's eye twitched under the hat.

'Oh, for the love of Merlin, just sort me already!'

"I'm still trying to decide."

'How about Hufflepuff? There see? Easy. Now say Hufflepuff so I can go sit down. People are moaning about the food.'

"But I'm supposed to pick."

'Are you whining?'

"…No."

'Just say Hufflepuff already!'

"Fine, fine…impertinent brat…HUFFLEPUFF!" Dumbledore frowned a bit, but decided that Hufflepuff was just as good as Gryffindor, as long as he was able to train his golden boy to defeat Voldemort. At least he wouldn't make any friends in Slytherin. (Little does he know…)

"It's about time," Harry muttered, walking to the Hufflepuff table, "I didn't think he'd ever pick a house."

"I'm Cedric Diggory," one of the older students introduced himself.

"Harry Potter," Harry shook the hand Cedric offered him.

"Nice to meet you Harry."

"Nice to meet you too." Harry noticed out of the corner of his eye that one of the professors at the table (who he assumed was his Head of House as she was decked out in Hufflepuff colors) was collecting money from two of the other professors (an older woman decked out in Gryffindor colors, and a short guy decked out in Ravenclaw colors) and wearing a rather Slytherin-like smirk on her face.

The sorting ended with "Zabini, Blaise." in "SLYTHERIN!" Harry thought the hat went through the rest of the sortings rather quickly. Probably because the students were getting ready to start a riot after his nice long sorting. He even heard one of the other first year Hufflepuffs talking about taking a lighter to the hat if it didn't hurry up. It was after that comment, that the hat started to speed through the sortings, so the hat apparently had good hearing.

The minute Dumbledore stood up, Harry heard the same Hufflepuff talk about taking a lighter to the headmaster's robes if he didn't hurry up. Harry was too busy snickering to hear whatever it was that Dumbledore said, and when the headmaster sat down, food appeared.

After the feast was over, Harry glanced at the Head Table. His scar tingled when he saw two teachers conversing.

"Hey, Cedric," Harry said, catching the older student's attention, "Who're those two teachers up there?"

"That's Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell. Snape teaches Potions, and he's deeply biased for Slytherin. He mostly leaves us Hufflepuffs alone. Quirrell is new this year; he's teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. I met him over the summer; he stutters almost constantly," Cedric turned back around, and continued his conversation with a girl from his year.

'Snape and Quirrell,' Harry thought, looking back to the staff table with an unreadable expression on his face, 'One of them is making my scar go all spider-sense tingly. But which one?'

"Welcome back to another year at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, breaking through his thoughts, "Mr. Filch would like me to remind you that there is no magic in the hallways. There are also several items banned from Hogwarts. A full list can be found in Mr. Filch's office. The Forbidden Forest is, as it's name implies, forbidden (he looked at the Weasley Twins)…" Harry started tuning him out and looking around the room.

'Booooooooooooooooooriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing,' he thought.

'Pay attention idiot,' Regulus' voice sounded inside his head.

'Bite me,' Harry sent back.

'Don't tempt me.'

'Don't you have somewhere to be?'

'Yes he does,' came the voice of the Angel of Death. Harry heard Regulus give a mental yelp before his presence disappeared. 'Good luck at Hogwarts,' the Angel of Death continued, 'The old man is done with his speech.'

Harry looked up to see that Dumbledore had just dismissed them to bed. Harry followed the rest of his housemates to the Hufflepuff common room. Thankfully, the common room wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. He had expected bright, neon yellow to be everywhere. Instead, the carpet was a dark color; Harry couldn't tell if it was black or just dark gray (because the authoress doesn't know either). The walls were a nice sunset yellow, that bled into orange near the ceiling. The furniture was done in dark purple that contrasted nicely with the yellow and black in the room. There were seven sets of stairs, with numbers above them, and Harry wondered where all of them went.

"Welcome to Hufflepuff house," a girl prefect said, "Don't be sad that you're here. We are not weak in this house, contrary to popular belief. In this house, not only are we loyal, to each other first and foremost, but we are brave, intelligent, and cunning. We are the combination of all the other houses and more. We do not tease each other in this house. We do not tease people in other houses. You may have friends in whatever house you wish. If you see a group of Slytherins, Gryffindors, or Ravenclaws ganging up on your housemates, go save them. We Hufflepuffs are stronger together, than apart." Some of the older students started cheering. "Alright, alright, quiet down! Now, firsties. Each of you will be paired with one other person for rooms. Pick a person, and go find a room. The rooms are that way," she pointed up the third set of stairs, "No co-ed rooms unless you're siblings. Co-ed means boy-girl," she pointed to all of the other stairs around the rooms, "Those are the staircases for the other years. You will notice that the number above your staircase is '1' for First Years. Next year, you will go up the same staircase, except it will say '2' and so on. Enjoy your time at Hogwarts, and don't make me come up those stairs to separate you. Now go!" The first years ran up the stairs to pick a room. Harry ended up with a boy named Neville Longbottom; Harry recognized him as the boy from the train, when Trevor the toad jumped into his lap, as he sat on his bed.

"Hello to you too," Harry said, stroking Trevor's back.

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Harry woke up at dawn, like he did every day. He yawned, got some clothes out of his trunk and got dressed. He grabbed one of Lockhart's books and headed towards the door.

"Croak," Trevor said, trying to sneak out of the door with Harry.

"I don't think Neville would like it very much if you got out and went missing again," Harry said, using his wand to float Trevor onto Neville's bed, before leaving the room and heading to the common room.

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Shorter than my last few, so sorry about that. But right now I'm more interested in reading Eragon then writing fanfiction. So far I like the book better than the movie…it explains things a lot better. Not to say that the movie was bad, cause the movie rocked; a hell of a lot better than Ghost Rider that's for sure. Anyways, Read and Review please! Smiles!

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