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Chapter Three - The Sorting Hat.

The Entrance Hall was heaving, full of people pushing and shoving. She held onto Fred's hand in an attempt to not be separated from him and George. Sadie couldn't help but admire his build, while being dragged behind him. It wasn't something she had noticed before. His shoulders looked slightly wider than his twin's. She frowned in thought, wondering why she was admiring Fred.

Part way across the Entrance Hall she spotted Lee Jordan, the familiar dreadlocks and his grin making her wave excitedly, grabbing hold of his hand when they were close enough so they didn't lose him. After all finding him in the Great Hall would be next to impossible. A few seconds later she was elbowed in the kidney immediately a scowl made its way onto her face.

When the group of four finally pushed their way into the familiar Great Hall, a smile graced Sadie's face once more. The four house tables were rapidly filling. The ceiling was a starless backdrop, which reflected the sky that could be seen from the large windows down the sides of the halls. Numerous candles floated above each of the tables, each in small groups, casting a glow on the people below them. Many of the students were shouting across the room making the Great Hall a thunderous place to be. The noise continued increasing as more people entered, everyone trying to be heard over everyone else. Sadie was glad for the noise, having been in Malfoy Manor for the majority of the summer, the lack of noise causing her to believe she was going deaf.

Sadie took a seat facing the Slytherin table flanked on either side by Fred and George, Lee Jordan was sitting opposite her, explaining to her favourite twins exactly why Lee had left his pet tarantula at home. During this explanation she glanced at the teachers table to see who the new teacher was this year. She had overheard a conversation her father was having about Dumbledore, he had been having trouble recruiting another Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Unfortunately for Sadie she glanced a Professor in vivid pink before she turned her attention back to her friends.

Sadie had known from just the colour of the outfit that it was Delores Umbridge. Although they had never been introduced to Professor Umbridge, Sadie knew that she was liked by her mother and was therefore immediately disliked by her daughter. A person did not have to know that Umbridge was a Slytherin to know that she was not as sweet as she wanted to appear. The three males that were surrounding her feel completely silent and so Sadie knew that something was happening. "What's wrong?" she inquired concerned.

"Hagrid isn't back yet." Fred whispered into her ear morosely. The movement caused a shiver to run down her back, something she had not been expecting. She glanced at him frowning. That hadn't happened since her fifth year.

"From where?" the twins shrugged their shoulders in unison and she glanced at Lee to see if he had a response. He shook his head and she frowned. Before they managed to pick up a new line of conversation the hall fell silent. The first years filed into the Great Hall looks of awe on each of their faces. Once they had lined up before the teachers table they all looked slightly nervous and some even looked confused, no doubt older sibling had been telling them lies. Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on top of the stool and stood back. Everyone watched the Sorting Hat waiting with baited breath for this year's song. After a few tense moments, a rip opened close to the hat's brim, much like a mouth would, after a tense second the Hat burst into song:

In times of old when I was new

And Hogwarts barely started

The founders of this noble school

Thought never to be parted:

United by a common goal,

They had the self-same yearning,

To make the world's best magic school

And pass along their learning.

'Together we will build and teach!'

The four good friends decided

And never did they dream that they

Might some-day be divided,

For were there such friends anywhere

As Slytherin and Gryffindor?

Unless it was the other pair

Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?

So how could it have gone so wrong?

How could such friendship's fail?

Why, I was there, so I can tell

The whole sad, sorry tale.

Said Slytherin, 'We'll teach just those

Whose ancestry is purest.'

Said Ravenclaw 'We'll teach those whose

Intelligence is surest.'

Said Gyrffindor 'We'll teach all those

With brave deeds to their name.'

Said Hufflepuff 'I'll teach the lot

And treat them just the same.'

These differences caused little strife

When they first came to light,

For each of the four founders had

A house in which they might

Take only those they wanted, so

For instance, Slytherin

Took only pure-blood wizards

Of great cunning just like him,

And only those of sharpest mind

Were taught by Ravenclaw,

While the bravest and the boldest

Went to daring Gryffindor.

Good Hufflepuff she took the rest,

And taught them all she knew,

Thus the houses and their founders

Retained friendships firm and true.

So Hogwarts worked in harmony

For several happy years,

But then discord crept among us

Feeding on our faults and fears.

The houses that, like pillars four,

Had once held up our school,

Now turned upon each other and,

Divided, sought to rule.

And for a while it seemed the school

Must meet an early end,

What with duelling and fighting

And the clash of friend on friend

And at last there came a morning

When old Slytherin departed

And though the fighting then died out

He left us quite downhearted.

And never since the founders four

Were whittled down to three

Have the houses been untied

As they were once meant to be.

And now the Sorting Hat is here

And you all know the score:

I sort you into houses

Because that is what I am for,

But, this year I'll go further,

Listen closely to my song:

Though condemned I am to spit you

I still worry that it's wrong,

Though I must fulfil my duty

And must quarter every year

Still I wonder whether sorting

May not bring the end I fear.

Oh, know the perils, read the signs,

The warning history shows,

For our Hogwarts is in danger

From external deadly foes

And we must unite inside her

Or we'll crumble from within

I have told you, I have warned you…

Let the Sorting now begin.

Once the sorting hat fell silent applause broke out throughout the hall, murmuring also erupted people discussing the Sorting Hat's meaning. Attempting to understand exactly what it was saying. She heard some Gryffindor's muttering about not becoming friends with the slimy Slytherin's and Sadie just rolled her eyes. Her group then started to play a game that they had done every year since their own sorting, guessing the houses that the terrified first years were about to enter. Sadie was particularly bad at it, she tended to know the Slytherin's, more from being acquainted with their families than reading their facial expressions, the Hufflepuff's were always the ones that were visibly trembling but other than that Sadie never had an idea. In truth she had given up on this excuse for a game, years previously.

The Sorting took significantly less time than usual, the clever parents either knowing that Voldemort was back, or believed the rumours that Dumbledore was becoming senile in his old age, deciding to home-school their children, or moving abroad. Once the sorting was finished the Headmaster stood up from where he was sitting in the center of the teacher's table. "To our newcomer's, Welcome." Here he opened his arms wide, Sadie could not help but think that Professor Dumbledore just looked like he wanted a huge group hug, the thought brought a smile to Sadie's lips. There was a warm welcoming smile on his face, well as far as she could tell. "To our old hand's welcome back." Sadie looked around the hall, interested in what everyone else was doing.

Her eyes were drawn to her brother sitting between his goons once more. She rolled her eyes, sure he lived up to their father's expectation but sometimes she was embarrassed to admit she was related to him. Not that the relation could be denied, anyone with a pair of eyes would know. Sadie attempted to distance herself from him, from all the Malfoy's by being called by her middle name while in Hogwarts. Something everyone in Gryffindor encouraged.