**DISCLAIMER: The Sorting Hat song belongs to the queen, J.K. Rowling
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Once we got into the castle, we were greeted by a woman with oval glasses. Her hair was in a tight bun and her robes were a deep purple.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," she said, slightly grinning. "I am Professor McGonagall, your Transfiguration teacher. Now, in a few moments, you will be sorted into your houses. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff..."
I zoned out of Professor McGonagall's speech. Harry already explained all of this to me. I just couldn't wait to get sorted!
Finally, after fifty million years, McGonagall told us that we were going inside of the Great Hall. We bunched ourselves into a long, narrow group. I was at the front.
McGonagall turned to look at some of the students. I looked to the side, being the shy human that I am. I heard McGonagall gasp quietly.
"Potter," she said. I looked up at the Professor.
"How'd you know?" I asked. McGonagall (barely) smiled.
"You have your mother's eyes," she whispered, loud enough that I could here. I smiled, looking down at the floor.
McGonagall finally pushed upon the doors leading to the Great Hall. All heads turned towards the first years. I think I saw Hermione, but I didn't see Ron or Harry. Where were they?
We approached a stool where an old and worn out hat was. This was the Sorting Hat. It wanted to put Harry into Slytherin last year, but ended up putting him into Gryffindor. Harry told me he asked the hat to put him in any house but Slytherin, but he never told anyone else that.
All of a sudden, the Sorting Hat sprung to life and started to sing a song.
"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.
"You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I am the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
"There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
"You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
"You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
"Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
With those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
"Or perhaps in Slytherin,
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any mean
To achieve their end.
"So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
Everyone applauded as the hat finished it's song and went back to being a normal hat. Then McGonagall spoke.
"Here is how this works," she started. "I call your name, you come up here and sit on this stool. The Sorting Hat will place you in your house, and then you go sit with your house. Understood?" Everyone nodded.
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