The Devils Mistress | T.Riddle

Chapter three - A sorting to remember

~Narrators POV 

"All the children are in the hall waiting for you" Dippit said as she walked down the long corridor towards the Great hall. She couldn't help being excited for she was about to get sorted. She was wearing plain dress robes it was only until she was sorted when she would get her uniform. "Are you ready, Live?" the old man looked at the girl expecting to see her quite nervous he was stunned when she smiled at him "As ready as I'll ever be". 

The doors swung open, about a thousand heads turned her direction as everyone marvelled at the girl who stood before them. She walked down the large hall all the eyes in the room were on her. She was used to all the attention being on her but her focus wasn't on the people but on the man who sat at the teachers table. She was staring directly at Albus Dumbledore who was completely oblivious to who she was.

 Soon they reached the golden podium at the other end of the hall. And Dippit began to speak "Wellcome students to a new year at Hogwarts, As you can all see we have a new student joining our 6 year. I would like to introduce to you all Live Alexandra Robinson." He gestured towards the young blonde girl who stood next to him. "I hope you all welcome her with open arms and show her the respect she deserves." He waved his wand and a stool and hat appeared right in-front of her "Right shall we see what house you'll be in live?" He lifted up the hat with his right hand signalling her to sit down.

~Lives perspective

I walk towards the small stood and sit down I took another glance at the 4 house tables before i felt the feel of old leather on my head and a voice spoke. "I've been waiting for you, you know Miss Grindelwald" the hat began to speak to me in its clear and crisp voice "Now were to put you my dear." This was my time to shine. I could feel the hat search through my memory's to find which house i should be sorted into. I began to play all the memory's of myself being brave and stranding up to authority. All the times I had been determined to help others and I even made up some memory's for example one of me saving someone's life. 

"Hummmm very brave I see and determined you would make and outstanding gryfindor" the hat began to look deeper into my memory's I had been told the hat was powerful but i never expected the tatty old dust ball to be as strong as it was. I had to concentrate all my power into not letting it in. Not yet at least. As the hat drove deeper into my memory's it found ones where i was wise and knowledgeable had used my brain in dangerous situations. Mainly my times searching for specific books which contained dark and powerful magic at a young age " ahhh you would be a powerful Ravenclaw Live"

 "No not Ravenclaw" I snapped. 

"Why not you are wise and witty you always want to be the best. Maybe a Slytherin yes" that hat began to look for memory's in which i was cunning and resourceful. To my disappointment it found my wall. "What is this, now this is interesting" the hat began to start breaking down my protection to my forbidden memories, within a second it had broken down years of occlumency training. "Wwww- hhhh-aaaa-t" the hat muttered under its breath.

 "Live let your guard down" it whispered into my ear.

A scream. A high pitched scream erupted from the hat on my head. It wanted to see my memory's here they were. It began screaming, pleading for it to stop and then the hat began to shake. Uncontrollable shaking. But it wanted this so I continued to feed it my memories. I found comfort in letting my rage out and spending the last day with Dippit made me even more frustrated. Pretending to be weak and helpless drove me to insanity. So I decided to drive the hat there with me.

~Narrators perspective

The whole hall went silent watching the sorting hat scream and cry. Everyone wanted it to stop but no one was able to leave their seat. All eyes were on the girl the innocent young girl who had entered this hall with an infectious smile was making the sorting hat scream. Abruptly the screaming stopped. "Sssss-lytherin " the hat called before going completely silent.