You Must Be a Prewett

Chapter 12

Professor McGonagall thrusts open a pair of large double doors.

The group of us, stream into the Great Hall, and my breath is taken away.

It is the most beautiful place I've ever seen.

Four long tables take up most of the hall, candles float around illuminating the room and making it look golden. I look up to the ceiling and realize it doesn't even appear that there is one.  Where  the ceiling should be is what looks like the dark sky.

Incredible.

Us first years walk in an almost straight line down the middle of the hall to the front of the room where a stool sits with a shabby hat perched on top.

When we reach the front of the room, I can't help but stare at the hat. it looks so miss placed in a gorgeous place like this.

And then, the bizarre happens.

The hat begins to sing, through a small rip in the brim.

A hundred, thousand years ago,
When I was a new hat
Our founders looked at me and thought
That I could be grand

The hat continues singing about how all four houses needed to come together for there to be harmony at Hogwarts.

When it's done the entire whole a burst into applause and, I can't blame them. That was the weirdest thing I've ever seen, and I've only just arrived.

Professor McGonagall stands up beside the hat and says,

"When I call your name you will sit down and I will place the hat on your head. Abbott, Margarita."

A squeamish girl walks over to the stool and sits down. Professor McGonagall places the hat on her head and waits.

Suddenly, the hat announcers,

"Hufflepuff!"

And the table I take to be the Hufflepuff table bursts and to applause.

So that's how it works.

Two names later Professor McGonagall calls for "Black, Sirius." And he takes his place on the stool.

"Gryffindor!"

Well He got his wish, and so did James because a while later Evans, Lily gets put in Gryffindor too.

I don't pay attention to most of the names, but I do listen for the boy's names.

"Lupin, Remus" Is the next name I hear.

He's sorted into Gryffindor too.

Soon, the Ps begin.

"Pettigrew, Peter" is called at Peter steps up.

The hat takes a while, to place him, which I find strange. I would have though he was a straight up Hufflepuff. So it surprises me when the hat declares,

"Gryffindor!"

I squeeze James' hand.

"Good luck." I whisper.

He grins.

"One mean for getting into Gryffindor? I don't need luck."

He grins when Professor McGonagall calls him names and walks up to the stool. The hat is placed down on his head, and I wait anxiously. What if he doesn't get in Gryffindor with the rest of us? And what if....

But I don't get anymore time to worry about the outcome before the hat announces,

"Gryffindor!" I feel relief floods me. Finally, all my friends are going to be in Gryffindor with me. This year will be incredible.

"Prewett, Aria."

Taking a deep breath, I walk up to the stool, and sit down. Professor McGonagall places the hat down on my head and I wait.

I small voice in my ear speaks.

"Well, well, well, another Prewett. Your siblings, older, all brave Gryffindors. And look at Molly, she's gone on to be great."

"She's head girl, I know. Always following the path our parents set for her, but I'm not Molly." I think back.

"Hmm, yes yes." The hat replies, better be,

"SLYTHERIN!"