Chapter 5

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Its been about a week or so since the sorting. Me, Sirius, James, Peter and Remus have gotten real close. They see Gryffindor in me but the hat some how saw Ravenclaw. Honestly, I don't know which house I'm in right now. By day its Ravenclaw by night its Gryffindor.

As me and Remus were talking about our favourite books, there was a loud screeching sound through out Hogwarts. "Wha the-?" James exclaimed.

"What the hell is happening? Blimey, I hope no ones using a curse ay James?" Sirius joked.

"Sirius!" I snapped, "can you not be seri" I stopped and thought for a minute about what I was going to say then continued "can you not be the least bit civilized?!" I exclaimed.

Suddenly, Professor McGonagall, Dumbledore and Slughorn went oast with the sorting hat screaming "I MADE A MISTAKE!!!" And McGonagall saying "all right, all right. We heard you the first time."

"Professor Dumbledore? Whats going on? Whats the sorting hat gotten mixed up?" I asked him.

"Apparently, the hat thinks it made a mistake with a certain student when sorting a week or so ago." He told me, his half-moon spectacles shining in the light of the sun.

"MY GIRL! MY GIRL! YOU ARE THE ONE I PUT IN THE WRONG HOUSE! HOW I EVER MADE A MISTAKE I DO NOT KNOW! MCGONAGALL LET ME LOOK INSIDE HER HEAD AND SORT HER AGAIN!"

At this the Professor looked at the hat. "I beg your pardon?" Me and her asked in unison.

I looked at the hat to the professors to my friends. "What type of mistake did you make and how how do you think you missed a few things?" I asked calmly to the hat.

"My girl, I do not know. I think it was the excitement of sorting a...a...someone like you." The hat said just as calm. I know why it didnt say the word 'animagus'. It knows I haven't told anyone, not even Dumbledore. "Alas, we have no time to sort in a celebration like at the normal start of the years. So, Dumbledore, I ask if we could sort again there? With, oof course, Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, Mr. Pettigrew and Mr. Lupin coming along."

"Of course" Dumbledore said and motioned us to follow him to his office.

"How'd you know that would work?" Sirius aksed me.

"I didn't. Im use to having to do it to my baby siblings. Lucas and Luca always cry when I'm not there." I told him looking up at him. He was just a bit taller than me.

"What did the sorting hat mean by 'a...a...someone like you'?" James aksed.

"Oh. Umm, nothing. Just something that happened when a speel sort of backfired and went onto me." I told them.

"Miss. Hemsworth I understand the reason of not telling them but was it really a spell?" The sorting hat aksed.

"Yes. Yes it was. It was a spell that Louis did and backfired. After that, we beacame distant and he became a Death Eater. His loyaltg now lies iwth the Dark Lord." I told the sorting hat.

"No wonder you were hard to sort, there are troubles in your past that you never told anyone isnt there?" The hat asked.

"Yes, there is. I wish I could speak of them but whenever I try, my voice disappears. Its like I want to tell but magically I cant. Its probably a cost for everything that has happened." I answered the hat.

As we approached the gargoyle for Professor Dumbledore's office it seems he forgot the password, as did Professors McGonagall and Slughorn. "Sherbert Lemon." They kept trying but the gargoyle would not budge. It was looking at me as was the hat in a type of calculating look.

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