Breaking Bad. (Harry Potter) *ON HOLD*

Chapter 4: I think you're mistaken

Aaliyah sighed she looked around amongst the first years, most of them shorter than her, but some of them just as tall as her or even taller. Earlier she was found by a large man named Hagrid that led her here and said she was too stay here to be sorted, then she could meet up with the trio later. 

After waiting for about thirty minutes an elderly woman dressed in green and black robes came out of the doors and led them into the Great Hall. She passed the trio who gave her smiles of reassurance in which she returned with a small smile of her own. When they reached the front of a hall an elderly looking man stood up to a podium.

"Welcome, all of you to another year of Hogwarts and for the youngsters welcome to your first year, I am Albus Dumbledore. This year we have some new recruits, taking over Defense Against the Dark Arts is Alastor Moody, which he will be attending later, during the feast. Now the sorting of the first years will begin, but we have a new fourth year student that will be called up first so she will be able to sit with her house after the sorting hats song.”

The elderly woman had brought up an old worn out hat and placed it on a chair. The hat lifted its point up and started singing.

“A thousand years or more ago,

When I was newly sewn,

There lived four wizards 0f renown,

Whose names are still well known:

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,

Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,

Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,

Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,

They hatched a daring plan

To educate young sorcerers

Thus Hogwarts School began.

Now each of these four founders

Formed their own House, for each

Did value different virtues

In the ones they had to teach.

By Gryffindor, the bravest were

Prized for far beyond the rest;

For Ravenclaw, the cleverest

Would always be the best;

Fur Hufflepuff, hard workers were

Most worthy of admission

And power-hungry Slytherin

Loved those of great ambition.

While still alive they did divide

Their favorite from the throng,

Yet how to pick the worth ones

When they were dead and gone?

Twas Gryffindor who found the way

He whipped me off his head

The founders put some brains in me

So I could choose instead!

Now slip me snug about your years

I’ve never yet been wrong,