Sucker(Wolfstar)

Chapter Seven; The Sorting

When Remus arrived in the great hall, his jaw dropped. The tables were not yet set up, and the banners were still rolled up, but even without all of the accessories and extra glamour, the great hall was... well, great. Remus gazed up at the ceiling, it was nearing sunset, the golden hour.
"You will have plenty of time to tour all of Hogwarts after tonight" McGonagall said as she waved her wand, a three legged stool and an old hat flew towards her and landed in front of the two.
"Is it time already?" The hat spoke "where are all the children-should I sing the son-"
"We need a fairly quick sort" McGonagall said, picking up the hat "we only have so much time"
"You know just as well as I do Minerva," the sorting hat said, "that there is no such thing as a quick sort."
"You know what I mean," she glared at the hat and turned to Remus, her expression softening immediately "okay Remus, you have to place the ha-"
"Excuse me!" The sorting hat exclaimed, sounding slightly offended "I am the sorting hat and I have the right to explain my own purpose!"
Remus stood there, utterly confused.
"Just place me on your head and I'll do the rest!" The hat laughed "no worries!"
Remus felt very worried.
Remus placed the hat over his head and it immediately fell over his eyes, its brim resting barely above his nose.
Hmmm. I see a sharp mind, but also a considerable amount of strength, you could be a fine ravenclaw.
"Gryffindor" Remus thought, that was the house McGonagall had said she was head of, right? "Please, Gryffindor"
Gryffindor? That'd be a fine fit, you do seem braver than most I've sorted into that house.... I think you'd like it there in
"Gryffindor!" The hat bellowed as McGonagall pulled the hat over Remus' ears.
"Thank you," Remus whispered to the hat as he was escorted out of the great hall and to the fields.
Mcgonagall stopped him in front of a terrifying willow, it's branches resembled clubs, and it swayed like a drunken wrestler.
"This" Mcgonagall said "is the whomping willow, a bit of extra protection"
"Not for me" Remus thought
"You simply take a pole or long stick" she demonstrated "and like the knot near the opening" at once the tree froze and the two walked to the opening.
"This is where I must leave you," McGonagall said "you will walk along a path until you find yourself inside an old house that many of the locals consider 'haunted' someone will be here to find you in the morning"
Remus climbed down into the cave and started the moderate trek to the soon to be called Shrieking Shack. Once he was inside, he felt himself beginning to turn...
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I'm really sorry if this chapter seems rushed or messy! I'm kinda sick at the moment but I'm trying my best to still update!