Y/N Potter

The Sorting Hat

The door swung open straight away. A tall, black haired woman in bright emerald-green robes stood there. She looked very stern and I turned to Harry, we seemed to be thinking the same thing. She was not someone to cross. Girl-power, I guess.
"The firs'-years, Professor McGonagall l," said Hagrid, his accent is the best.
"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here." She had a Scottish accent which in a way made her even scarier. She pulled the door wide. The Entrance Hall was so big you could have fit the Dursleys' entire house in it. The stone walls were decked out with flaming torches, similar to the ones at gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out and there was a huge marble staircase facing us that probably lead to the upper floors.

We followed Professor McGrumpy across the cold stone floor. I could hear the rumble of voices from a doorway to the right - the rest of the school must be there - but the Professor showed us into a small empty chamber off the hall. We crowded in, too close for my liking. As someone with (totally not self-diagnosed) social anxiety, I felt physically sick, it's a problem, I know, but that's beside the point. Everyone was looking around nervously. Me and Harry just looked at eachother, very confused
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room.
The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards," On the train, Mattheo and his friends were talking about wanting to be in Slytherin so I think that's where I want to be, although I've not the slightest idea what Harry wants, I'll have to ask, "While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.
The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting." Her eyes lingered for a moment on toad b- Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his ear and on Ron's nose which I just realised had dirt on as me and Harry frantically tried to flatten our hair. My curly hair however had different ideas. "I shall return when we are ready for you," said McGrumps. "Please wait quietly." Then she left, as if hundreds of kids can keep quiet, jokes on her. I heard Harry swallow,
"How exactly do they sort us into houses!" He asked Ron.
"Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking."

You know how I said I felt physically sick, well now it's worse. A test? In front of hundreds of strangers? But me and Haz don't know magic yet! They wouldn't put us in that position, would they? I turned to Harry and his face was identical to mine. I grabbed his hand and he squeezed it reassuringly. When I looked at him again, he had put a brave face on, for me, but I could see it in his eyes that he was scared. Everyone was silent until one buck-toothed know-it-all started whispering very fast about the spells she'd learnt and wondering which she would need,
"I'm gonna bitch-slap her into tomorrow." I grumbled, but Harry held me back,
"You can't get expelled before we even start!" Harry whispered back. I rolled my eyes but did stop struggling. Any second now, Professor McGonagall would come back and lead us to our room.

Then something happened which made Harry jump about a foot in the air - several people screamed.
"What the -?" Everyone gasped. About twenty people flew in through the back wall, pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to each other and hardly glancing at us first-years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying,
"Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance -"
"My dear friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not even really a ghost - I say,what are you all doing here?" A ghost wearing one of those ruffly neck things that pictures of royalty have and tights suddenly noticed the first years. I half expected him to start prancing around like a ballerina.
"New students!" Said the monk, smiling around at them. "About to be sorted, I suppose?" A few people nodded silently.
"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" Monk/Friar added, "my old house, you know."
"Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start." Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall to the one they entered through. "Now form a line," The grumpy looking professor told us, "and follow me."