The Resorting of Hogwarts

Third Year Bumps in the Road

IM SO EXCITED! THE GAY TRAIN! TOOT TOOT MOTHERFUCKERS! (btw sorry I kept on spelling Gryffindor wrong, ill spell it right this time)

~Alex

"Come on Harry! We're going to be late for the Sorting!" Hermione exclaimed to Ron and Harry. The trio were currently rushing to the dinning hall, eager to see the sorting. It was their third year, and they were more than happy to be back at Hogwarts.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron pushed open the hall doors, and took a seat at the Gryffindor table. Dumbledore rose up from his seat, and made his way to the Podium. The hall instantly quieted.

"Greetings everyone. Welcome back for another year of Hogwarts. Before we start with the sorting, there is one new announcement I must make." Dumbledore said. He paused, and looked at the entire room. His eyes rested on Harry. Hermione noticed, and nudged Harry. Dumbledore continued.

"Before we sort the first years, I have decided to resort everyone, again!" As soon as he finished, the hall was in an uproar. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were shocked. Harry started to freak out.

"This cant be happening! I'll be put into Slytherin if I get resorted!" Harry exclaimed to Hermione and Ron.

"And ill probably be put into Ravenclaw! I don't want to leave Gryffindor!" Hermione exclaimed. Ron started to panic.

"We won't be in the same houses!" Ron exclaimed.

"Silence!" Dumbledore yelled. The hall grew quiet. Dumbledore cleared his throat.

"Do not be so alarmed. Some of you may or may not stay in the same house you are in. I have decided to resort you because of the new rise of events on the dark side. I believe it has changed your personalities since your first year. I want everyone in Hogwarts to be comfortable in a new house. With that, I will have Professor McGonagall resort everyone. Please be patient." And with that Dumbledore left the podium to sit back down. Minerva walked to the front of the room, and laid the Sorting hat on a stool.

Minerva cleared her throat. " To make this simple, I will need everyone to leave their table, and group into the back of the hall. When I call your name, please run up to the stool, and wait to be sorted. Then quickly run to your corresponding table. We have a lot of names, so lets make this quick." Minerva finished, and the Sorting Hat started to yell out names randomly.

Meanwhile, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were in the back of the group, anxiously waiting for their names. After half an hour, Harry's name was called.

"Harry Potter!" The Sorting Hate yelled. Harry ran down the hall and hopped on the stool. Minerva placed the hat on his head. The Sorting Hat started to yell.

"Harry Potter! Back at last! I was really disappointed that you didn't want to be put in Slytherin. You would have made so many good friends there. Even allies." He yelled. Everyone murmured. Usually the hat would speak into the mind of the wearer, but for some reason, he felt like humiliating Harry by outing him out. The hat continued.

"I don't care what your preference is, anymore. I'm going to put you where you will grow. You will meet some very peculiar people, former enemies will become closer than ever. So with that, it better be Slytherin!" The hat finished. Harry sat there shell-shocked. Minerva took the hat off, and Harry slowly made his way to the Slytherin table. So far, he was the only formed Gryffindor at the table. Blaise waved his hand.

"Hey Potter! Sit with me. Don't worry I don't bite." Blaise motioned to Harry. Harry made his way next to Blaise. Blaise offered his hand.

"My names Blaise. But you probably already knew that. I'm one of the neutrals. You won't have to fear me." Blaise told Harry. Harry eased up, and shook Blaise's hand. They continued to watched the sorting.