Fred Weasley x Reader

Chapter 16

A/n: I'm sure you all get tired of this, but I'm really sorry if you're not in Gryffindor. I had to put you in Gryffindor because it makes everything so much easier. I'm sorry but thank you for your cooperation. 

By the way, I typed out the sorting hat song, so this chapter looks really long but its not.

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"Where were you two?" George asked with a small smirk as Fred and I sat at the Gryffindor table.

"Dodging Peeves," I replied flatly. 

"Aren't we going to learn about the secret soon?" Fred asked, obviously trying to change the topic.

The words were no sooner out of his mouth when the doors opened and Professor McGonagall marched in with a line of first years trailing behind her. All of the young children looked as if they had swam across the lake instead of sailing across it. McGonagall took a four-legged stool and placed it before the first years. Then she took a ratty old witches hat and placed it on the stool.

Everything was still for a moment until a tear at the brim of the hat opened wide and it began to sing:

A thousand years or more ago,

When I was newly sewn,

There lived four wizards of renown,

Whose names are still well known:

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,

Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,

Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,

Shrewd Slytherin, from fen,

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,

They hatched a daring plan 

To educate young sorcerers

Thus Hogwarts School began.

Now each of these four founders

Formed their own House, for each

Did value different virtues

In the ones they had to teach.

By Gryffindor, the bravest were

Prized far beyond the rest;

For Ravenclaw, the cleverest

Would always be the best;

For Hufflepuff, hard workers were

Most worthy of admission;

And power-hungry Slytherin

Loved those of great ambition.

While still alive they did divide

Their favorites from the throng,

Yet how to pick the worthy ones

When they were dead and gone?

'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,

He whipped me off his head

The founders put some brains in me

So I could choose instead!

Now slip me snug about your ears, 

I've never yet been wrong,