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THE SORTING HAT

Can we increase the target?

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Not really satisfied with the chapter but ah well...

Go ahead and read.

And check out my other book Mischief Managed and its non reaction book Drunk On Your Love [its got daughters of the marauders]

The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there. She had a very stern face and Harry's first thought was that this was not someone to cross.

"That's right. You wouldn't want to cross Minnie." James said.

"Then why do you always cross me Mr. Potter?" She asked.

"Because its fun!" He replied cheerfully.

"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."

She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was so big you could have fit the whole of the Dursleys' house in it. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.

Everyone smiled at the sight of their beloved home.

They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right — the rest of the school must already be here — but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall.

"Yes finally!" Remus called.

"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.

Everyone smiled at the mention of their houses. The Slytherins celebrating at Hufflepuffs [as they adored their hufflebuddies] and Ravenclaw [because they were clearly sensible enough to understand what fools the Gryffindors were.] James hooted loudly at the mention of his house.

Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. 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."

"The speech is still the same." Frank said.

"There's no reason to change it love." Alice answered.

Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron's smudged nose. Harry nervously tried to flatten his hair.

"Not gonna work." James called, " Its the Potter hair beauty."

"More like a curse." Sirius said from beside Regulus with a roll of his eyes.