Not Slytherin, Eh? | Drarry |

I Have A Lot Of Luck

It only seemed like mere moments before McGonagall was calling Hermione's name. Almost everyone in the hall was watching, everyone knew the know-it-all girl. But everybody seemed to have a different opinion about where she was going to be sorted. It was almost three minutes since the hat had been placed on top of Hermione's head and it had yet to declare her house. Ron was muttering 'I knew it.' like a sort of chant at this point seeming to given up hope while Harry stared into her eyes that were staring right back into his emerald ones. He could only hope the smile that appeared on her face was a good thing.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat finally exclaimed. The Gryffindor's were practically bouncing in their seats wanting to cheer but after a stern look from McGonagall they managed to calm down a bit. Ron hadn't even noticed that Hermione had been sorted until Hermione flicked his forehead.

"H-Hermione?" Ron squeaked rubbing his forehead.

"What did I tell you, we've grown into these Gryffindor robes." Hermione said smugly.

"Well you have at least." Harry said with a smile, he was happy that Hermione was still in Gryffindor and so happy. But it only made the thought of his resorting all the more terrifying.

It seemed the higher up you went in the years the higher your chance was of getting resorted although it seemed like a few houses simply didn't mix. Most of the Slytherins got sorted right back, and the ones who didn't seemed to get Ravenclaw and rarely Hufflepuff. But only one third-year Slytherin had got resorted into Gryffindor. That made Harry very nervous as well.

Not only was he a Gryffindor, but he was also Harry bloody Potter. He could already see the headlines in the Daily Prophet. But honestly those thoughts were nothing, not even the thoughts of being taunted and stuck with Slytherins were anything compared to the thought of losing his close friends. He doubted Hermione and Ron would leave him...but there was still a bit of doubt. And then there was Neville and Luna and Ginny. Would they still stand by him?

He watched as Neville stumbled up to the stool and the hat was placed on his head. it was barely thirty-seconds later when it exclaimed. "GRYFFINDOR!"

He was so happy he ran towards Gryffindor table with the hat still on his head just like he had when he first got sorted. The whole hall was chuckling and feeling slightly better after that. that was until-

"Potter, Harry!"