YN x George Weasley

2

You said goodbye to Hermione, Ron, and Harry as you joined the first years in the boats.

You were smushed together with a scared looking 11 year old.

He was quiet the whole ride and averted his eyes from yours. This made you nervous. Does he know who you are? What gave it away? Was it the dark black hair? The gray blue eyes?

"What house do you think I'll get?" The boy by you asked.

"Huh?" His question caught you off guard.

"I mean Griffyndor is great, the best. My father was in Griffyndor, most of my family  was in Griffyndor. But what if I get Slytherin. I don't think I'll ever be able to go home again."

You let out a sigh. He was just nervous about being sorted into Slytherin, of course he didn't want to be in Slytherin. Nobody, except the children of dark purebloods did.

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You and the first years waited outside the doors to the great hall.

"Hello students, and welcome to your first year at hogwarts. In a little bit you will be sorted into your houses. There are 4 houses. Gryffindor, for the brave and chivalrous, Ravenclaw, for the intelligent and knowledgeable, Slytherin, for the ambitious  and cunning, and Hufflepuff, for the loyal and hardworking." A woman who you could only assume was Professor McGonagall said.

She paused and looked around the room.

"I'll be right back."

You felt nervous and sick to your stomach. You wanted nothing less than to be in Slytherin.

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The doors to the great hall opened and the first years flooded through. You looked out at the four house tables and then looked away. It was slightly embarrassing being 15 years and walking into the sorting ceremony with 11 year olds.

One by one the students were called up to the stool and told their houses by the ancient hat. Each time a cheer would erupt from one of the tables.

"Hobbs, Johnathan."

The timid boy you sat by on the boat shuffled up to the front and sat on the stool.

After about 15 seconds the hat bellowed out his house;

"GRIFFYNDOR!"

The boys face flooded with relief as the Gryffindor table cheered for him and welcomed him to the table.

As your sorting was getting closer your were getting more and more scared. Your foster family didn't care much about what house you got.  How could they? It was what would happen if you bio family found out.

"Y/N!"

You walk slowly up to the bench. Trying to ignore the murmers about your age and the fact that Professor McGonagall didn't say your last name.

She placed the hat on your head.

"Huh, well, well, well," the sorting hat murmured. "How curious. I never thought this day would come."

You gulped. He was taking a lot longer than you thought he would. But maybe that was only your imagination.

"I see something different in you though. You are more like your uncle rather than your father."

Your heart seemed to skip a beat. Does this mean I'm in--

"GRIFFYNDOR!"

Your whole body flooded with relief. You looked over as the other Gryffindors applauded you.

You then looked over at the slytherin table. You could see Draco Malfoy scowling at you and the death glares from Zabini, Crabbe, Goyle, and Parkinson.

You averted your eyes at sat by Hermione.

"Congrats on getting Gryffindor!" She exclaimed.

You smiled at her. She had no idea.