Harry Potter:
As the Hogwarts Express slowed to a halt, the platform bustling with excitement, you and your twin brother Ron stepped onto the platform, eager yet nervous about the sorting ceremony ahead. You had just met Harry Potter, who seemed equally unsure about what lay ahead at Hogwarts.
Together, you navigated through the crowds of students, following Hagrid's booming voice and directing everyone toward the carriages that would take you to the castle. The anticipation grew as you approached the Great Hall, its enchanted ceiling reflecting the starry night sky.
Inside, the sorting hat awaited, perched atop a rickety stool. One by one, names were called, and students sat nervously as the hat deliberated their fate.
"Granger, Hermione!"
The hall erupted in applause as Hermione joined Gryffindor. Then, "Weasley, Ronald!"
Ron nervously sat on the stool, and a moment later, the hat shouted, "Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindor table cheered loudly as Ron joined their ranks. Now, it was your turn.
"Weasley, [Your Name]!"
Heart pounding, you sat on the stool, feeling the weight of centuries-old magic as the sorting hat slid onto your head.
"A Weasley, eh? Plenty of courage and loyalty in your blood," the hat mused in your ear. "But where to put you? Ah, yes, GRYYFFINDOR!"
The Great Hall erupted into thunderous applause as you joined your brother and new friend, Harry, at the Gryffindor table, relieved and thrilled to begin your journey at Hogwarts in the house of bravery and friendship.
Ron Weasley:
The Great Hall excitedly buzzed as students gathered for the Sorting Hat ceremony. You, a third-year Hufflepuff student, sat with your fellow Hufflepuff's, eagerly anticipating the arrival of the new first-year students. Among them was Ron Weasley, the younger brother of your best friends Fred and George. You knew he was on the train, somewhere among the nervous first-years.
As the new students filed into the Great Hall, Ron's face stood out among the crowd, a mix of nervousness and curiosity evident in his expression. You exchanged excited glances with Fred and George, sitting nearby at the Gryffindor table, equally eager to see their brother's fate.
Professor McGonagall stepped forward, unrolling a long parchment scroll with the names of the first-years. "When I call your name, you will come forward, sit on the stool, and put on the hat to be sorted into your house," she announced.
Finally, Professor McGonagall called out, "Ronald Weasley!"
Ron gulped visibly and walked up to the stool, placing the old Sorting Hat on his head. The hat hesitated momentarily before shouting out for the whole hall to hear, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Cheers erupted from the Gryffindor table, and Fred and George whooped joyfully. You clapped along with the others, smiling proudly as Ron joined his new housemates. It was a moment of celebration and anticipation, knowing that Ron was now part of the Hogwarts community, ready to embark on his magical journey.
Draco Malfoy:
The Great Hall excitedly buzzed as students lined up for the Sorting Ceremony. Among them was a young witch, known for her lineage but anxious about her fate. She stood nervously, clutching the edge of her robe, hoping against all odds. Despite being Lord Voldemort's daughter, she dreaded the thought of being sorted into Slytherin, fearing the expectations and assumptions that would follow.
As the Sorting Hat was placed on her head, memories of her encounters with Draco Malfoy in Diagon Alley flashed through her mind. He, too, knew of her heritage, and their interactions had been cautious yet tinged with curiosity. Draco, now a second-year student, glanced her way with a faint smirk, silently acknowledging their shared intrigue.
