The Epic Adventures of Four Nations at Hogwarts (Hetalia x Harry Potter fanfiction)

Chapter 4

I procrastinate too much...

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"And now for the sorting!" a rather old man with a crooked nose announced.

It was soon after my run in with the ghosts and to say I was terrified was a huge under statement!

The witch who had lead us into the Great Hall stood, bearing a scroll, an old hat and a stool. She set the stool down at the very front of the room and began calling names from the scroll.

The 'A's and 'B's quickly flew by and I zoned out until I heard, "Kirkland, Alistair!"

I froze and turned to stare at my brother as he went up to the stool and sat down, looking as nervous as I did when I got onto the plane alone to leave Ireland.

I could see emotions flicker across his face until the hat boomed, "Slytherin!" and he almost ran to the table.

"Kirkland, Arthur!"

This time Arthur walked calmly up to the stool and put the hat on his head. His reaction was similar to Alistor's, but not quite as obvious before he was announce as, "Slythierin!" and he joined Alistor at the Slytherin table.

"Kirkland, Ava!"

My breath caught in my throat as I heard my name. I vaguely realised someone was pushing me towards the stool and numbly waddled up to it.

Just as I put the hat on I heard, 'Three in a row now?' making me jump. 'So, Ireland, where do you think you should be?'

I was at a loss.

'Ireland?' I thought back, confused.

'You don't know? Well I expect your brothers would have told you soon enough anyway!'

I just sat there trying to absorb the information whilst the hat chattered away, listing my qualities for each house.

'GRYFFINDOR!' I heard it scream at last before I stood and stiffly walked over to the Gryffindor table where I was welcomed with with wide arms and cheers.

"Hello, little one! I am Fred!"

"And I am George!"

I looked up from my confusion and at two identical boys a few years older than me and stared. They both had flaming red hair, not unlike my own and mischievous glints in their eyes.

"Uh, yeah. Hi," I muttered, already focused on Dylan as he sat down calmly.

Again, I saw a rainbow of emotions fly across his face, but they soon disappeared as he was announced as a, "GRYFFINDOR!" and joined me at the table.

"Hello, Dylan," I said a bit bitterly.

"Hello, Ava. How are you?" he said, obviously trying to make light conversation.

"Confused, annoyed," I replied, lowering my voice so only he could hear.

"The hat told you, didn't it?" he asked quietly.

"Yes and I don't even know what to think anymore!" I hissed.

"Well, if we meet with Arthur and Alistair after I am sure they will explain it to you."

"They had better!" I whispered harshly, turning my head from Dylan and looking at the old man.

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