The Next Adventurers - Harry Potter Next Gen Original Character Fanfic

Chapter 1 ~ The Sorting Hat

Mina sat at her house table, Slytherin, next to her two friends Lucy and Mary. Normally Louis would sit with them, but for the first night they had to remain at their house tables. Lucy and Mary chatted about what they thought of the new first years while Mina was swept up by her thoughts. She wondered if any of her new friends, Mitali, Willow Fiona, Name and Fermin, would be in her house. Mary and Lucy focused their conversation on of course Malfoy, Potter and Weasley. Lucy was the cousin of two of them.

"Rose ought to be in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Everyone is always saying she's an exact copy of Hermione." Mary told Lucy.

"No. I think she might be a Slytherin, it certainly would surprise the family." Lucy replied.

"I think Gryffindor but what about Hufflepuff? She's pretty hard working. She has a bunch of house traits mixed and that normally leads to there." Mina interrupted.

"Good point," Lucy replied. "I'll bet 15 sickles that she is a Slytherin. Louis would probably bet Hufflepuff, Mina bets Gryffindor and Mary bets Ravenclaw. Fair enough?"

"Deal. The winner gets all 60 sickles." Mary replied. Just in time in fact, Professor McGonagall led about 150 students into the Great Hall. She picked up the Sorting Hat and put it on the stool. The hat began it's song and she could see the surprised eyes of the new first years.

"A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of 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 far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favorites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy 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 ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have to look inside your mind
And tell where you belong!" Rhymed the old hat.

"Let the Sorting begin." McGonagall announced. "Attebery, Joseph." A young, nervous, boy with odd blue hair that reminded Mina of Teddy Lupin, stepped up to the stool.

A few seconds after the hat was placed on his head it called out "GRYFFINDOR!". The table cheered. Of course they got the little Kid that looked like Lupin. His dark green eyes sparkled as the nervousness left him. It was now replaced by pride.

Mina started to zone out until she heard a name she recognized, "Carter, Fiona." That was the kind girl that Mina had met on the train. She could barely make out Fiona mouthing 'Gryffindor' to herself. She would be good in any house in Mina's opinion. The hat covered most of her face. "HUFFLEPUFF!" It called. Fiona's face looked disappointed as she scanned the crowd. Mina made sure to give her a thumbs up and a smile, hoping it would work. All of a sudden Fiona started smiling slightly as she made her way to the cheering Hufflepuff table.

Mina, seeing nothing interesting in the following students, dozed off again until she heard one of the names everyone was waiting for. "Granger-Weasley, Rose." The daughter of the Minister of Magic herself, Hermione Granger. With the hat over her bushy red hair, the hat declared "GRYFFINDOR!" The loudest cheers of the night were heard from said table.