Good or Evil, Which One Should I Fight For? (A Harry Potter Fanfic)

Sorting!

---GENEVIEVE'S POV---

Once the Thestrals stopped moving we were greeted inside the Great Hall. I looked around the long and narrow tables and swallowed. There are so many people, and only half of the school is here. I glanced up and noticed that the ceiling had been bewitched to look like the dark night sky with tons of stars. Thousands of small white candles were floating in the air, illuminating the hall. The tables had golden goblets, plates, utencils and more. It all looked so fancy, as if it was made especially for royalty. At the top of the hall was another long table where all the professors sat, along with the Headmaster who had his own special place right in the middle, with a luxurious golden chair made for him. 

Harry lightly grasped my arm, which pulled me back to reality. I looked at him and smiled.

"This place is huge." I proclaimed, my wide eyes glancing at him. He laughed and led me toward the Gryffindor table. 

"That's what we first thought when we came here. And get ready for the dinner, you'll be stuffed after Hogwarts is through with you tonight." He said and smiled. Ron contributed to the conversation.

"Don't get too nervous about the sorting, you just sit on a stool and a hat gets placed on your head. He speaks, and has an attitude. I remember the sorting, my brothers told me that it was going to be a painful ordeal!" I bit my lip and widened my eyes again.

"It isn't though! It doesn't hurt at all!"  Ron exclaimed. I laughed and rolled my eyes.

"You scared me for a second there, Ron." I chuckled nervously.

Everyone's head turned when the first years strolled down the corridors and to the Great Hall. They took their seats, all of them obviously nervous. 

Ghosts suddenly flocked the room, pearly white and transparent. I stifled a scream as one of them settled over our table.

"Hello Nearly Headless Nick!" One Gryffindor yelled. I raised my eyebrow.

"Why hello there!" He exclaimed happily.

"Nearly Headless...?" I asked him.  

"Why yes, miss!" He laughed merrily and almost took off his head. This time, I screamed.

Ron, Harry, and Hermione laughed along with a couple others at the table. The ghost grinned and floated to another student.

"Oh my god, that was wicked!" I said, a silly smirk placed on my face.

"He is rather nice, you'll like him once you get to know him." Hermione said.

 Everyone slowly became silent as one Professor put a black stool out in front of the first years.

"That's Professor McGonagall." Harry whispered to me. I nodded and stared while she put a brown leathery pointed hat on it, with patches and tips that were frayed and extremely dirty. The hat twitched and came to life, a rip near the brim opening wide like a mouth. The hat began to sing.

"Oh you may not think me 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'm 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.