The Boy Who Lived (Harry Potter x Reader)

Chapter 4

~~CHAPTER IS UNDER CONSTRUCTION MEANING SOME PARTS ARE UNFINISHED AND THEREFORE MAY NOT MAKE SENSE~~

"Welcome to Hogwarts, my name is Professor McGonagall." the elderly woman said, "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, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn you house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honour. 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 smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting." 

"Be prepared?" Ron muttered, "That does not sound good."

You nodded in agreement.

"I'm so nervous," Harry said, "what if I'm not sorted into any house? How does the Sorting Ceremony work anyways?"

"Harry, calm down," you lightly slapped his arm, "we're all nervous here, and you're just making it worse!"

"Sorry," Harry smiled sheepishly.

You rolled your eyes. 

Just then, Professor McGonagall came bursting through the doors. "It's time. We will enter the Great Hall and the sorting will begin. I do not want a single word out of your mouth. Now, single file after me."

You gulped, quite nervous.

What will everyone think of me? And what house will I be in?

You and all the other first years entered the Great Hall solemnly. In awe, you looked around the room. To your utter amazement, candles were floating in the air, brightly lit, and for some reason, wax was not dripping off them.

Magic,  you thought.

There were four long tables where hundreds of students sat at each. You noticed how each table seemed to have two theme colours. At one table sat students wearing silver and green, another table with a sea of blue and bronze, a different table with a bunch of cheerful students wearing yellow and black and the final table, the brightest one, with students proudly wearing red and gold.

Professor McGonagall stopped in front of a stool with an old, battered hat resting upon it.

You were quite confused.

What's that supposed to do?

An old man wearing robes stood and smiled. "Hello once again, students. In a moment, our first years will be sorted into their houses."

He waved at the Sorting Hat and instantly, it squeaked.

You jumped and stared at it in surprise.

A rip near the brim opened.

Did it just tear? But how? Who tore it?

The old hat began to speak:

"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.