The Young Lupin (Sequel to Forever More. Harry Potter FanFic)

Chapter 3: Sorting

J K Rowling owns all character except Ivy Evans, Daniel Lupin, Rhiannon Williams-Lupin, Nicole Lupin, Leo Lupin and Victoria Lupin.

There are situations or stories from the books that are in this story, mainly for reasons concerning the plot.

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Chapter 3: Sorting

Harry’s POV

Uncle Remus dropped Nic, Dan and I off at platform nine and three quarters.

Nic and I met Ronald Weasley on the train. Nic knows his brothers as her brother is their best friend.

It took us all day to get to Hogwarts but we’re here now and about to start the sorting ceremony.

A professor whose name is Professor McGonagall set a rickety old stool and a manky hat on a small raised platform in front of the teacher’s table.

Then the most bizarre thing happened.

The hat opened and began to sing.

“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’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 go.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave of 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,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin,

You’ll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means,

To achieve their ends.

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!

All the first years gawp open-mouthed at him as he finishes his song.

Then McGonagall holds up a scroll and begins reciting names.

“Abbott, Hannah!” McGonagall called.

A small girl walked up nervously and sat on the stool. The hat was lowered on her head and it shouted,