More Than Besties - Harmonie (Harry Potter Fanfiction)

The Sorting

Hermione POV: The Sorting Ceremony:

I wait impatiently for my name to get called for sorting. I'm so nervous to be placed into a house. After hearing the Sorting Hat's song about the four houses, I think I'd fit more with Ravenclaw because I see myself as a strong intellectual.

"Ganther, Wren," Professor McGonagall announces. The girl whose name is Wren walks up to the hat and is soon sorted into Ravenclaw.

"Gonzales, Misty." Misty ends up in Gryffindor.

"Granger, Hermione." The butterflies in my stomach start to flap rapidly as I make my way up to the front of the Great Hall and sit myself down on the chair. McGonagall places the Sorting Hat on my head. I know the hat chooses by looking into your thoughts, so I try to influence it somehow.

I know I could be in Ravenclaw, but I'd love to be braver than I am smart. Maybe if I'm in Gryffindor, the house of the brave, I would become a braver person. But I love meeting new people with the same intellect as me, yet I want to be brave like some of my old friends and my heroes.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The Sorting Hat shouts. This is great! I frolic over to the table to join my new house.

Many more people that I didn't know were sorted, a boy named Dean Thomas and a girl named Parvati Patil were sorted into Gryffindor. After calling both Patil twins' names, Professor McGonagall calls out Harry Potter's name. The whole Hall goes silent when they hear the name, but the short silence is soon followed by 'oohs' and 'ahs' and excited conversation among the students. I hear one student shout out "Harry Potter?! At Hogwarts?! In my year?!" and another, older student, proclaim "Merlin's Beard! It's really him!"

I watch as Harry nervously walks up to the hat and it's placed upon his head. I really hope he's in my house, he seems like he'd be a great friend. Only about a minute later, he is sorted into Gryffindor. I clap the loudest when he runs down the steps and over to our table. He sits down next to me in an empty chair.

"Congratulations, Harry!" He beams at me

The last student to be sorted is the Ron Weasley boy I met with Harry on the train, he's also sorted into Gryffindor.

Harry POV:

I'm waiting in a big line with all the other first years, all the other students are staring at us. Professor McGonagall is reading off names from a long sheet of parchment, calling for students when it's their turn to be sorted. It's alphabetical, so I have a long time to wait. I don't have any idea which of the four houses I'll be in, I just don't want Slytherin. Hagrid told me Voldemort was from Slytherin, just like many other dark wizards. I don't pay much attention to the sorting, mostly because I'm too nervous about my sorting, until it's Hermione's turn to be sorted.

"She'll be in Ravenclaw for sure," Ron whispers to me, "She already knows a bloody spell!"

"That's the wise house, right?" I ask. Ron nods. I quickly turn my head back to the front where Hermione is sat. McGonagall lowers the hat onto her head.

"Ah," the Sorting Hat starts, "Muggle heritage, I see. The only witch in your family, you're new to this magic."

Behind me, I hear Malfoy scoff. "Mudblood," he mutters under his breath. I'm not sure what he means but it doesn't sound very nice.

"Very wise, very wise indeed. Yes, but you value courage like those you look up to. Where to put you? A very difficult decision." Finally, after nearly four minutes, Hermione is put into Gryffindor. Many more students are sorted, Malfoy is in Slytherin. Now I definitely don't want to be in Slytherin.

"Potter, Harry," McGonagall announces. Oh no. The crowd goes silent when they hear my name. I slowly walk up to the sorting hat, feeling very nervous. I take my seat and wait for the Sorting Hat to do its job.

"Ah, difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see, not a bad mind, either." the Sorting Hat begins, "There's talent, oh yes, and a thirst to prove yourself; but where to put you."

"Not Slytherin, not Slytherin," I whisper quiet enough so no one else can hear,

"Not Slytherin, Eh?" There go my private thoughts. "You would do well in Slytherin, you know. Ah well, then it must be GRYFFINDOR!" The Gryffindor house table screams with applause and I run down to take my seat. There is an open seat next to Hermione, so I sit down and notice her smiling brightly at me. I smile back.