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Harry Potter - the Hat

Harry Potter - Isabelle's thoughts

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𝐈 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋
as we all follow Dumbledore into the Great Hall, passed the curious eyes of the other houses. Feeling many eyes on Cedric and I, I tighten my grip on his hand nervously, not liking all the attention. Ever since I was little, I have hated being the centre of attention. It didn't help having Neville as a brother, as much as I love him to death. Being his sister always brought me unwanted attention - as in bullies.

Dumbledore led us up to the front of the Great Hall and stopped us in front of the long table where the teachers sat. A few feet in front of the First Years that were at the front of the crowd, the Sorting Hat sat on the old four-legged stool. I smiled softly at the sight of it,

I could hear all the First Years chatting and aweing at the sight of the enchanted candles on the ceiling, and the bewitched night sky. I even heard one of them saying that they read about it in Hogwarts: A History, causing me to grin as it reminded me of Hermione.

Behind us, I could hear the curious whispers of the other houses, asking things like, "Who are those two?" and, "Aren't they too old to be first years?"

Slowly, the Hall fell into complete silence and everyone stared at the Hat. I watched, grinning as the rip near the brim opened like a mouth, and it began to sing:

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
our top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The whole Hall burst into applause as the Hat finished its song. I watched, still grinning, as it bowed to each of the four houses before becoming still again.

Dumbledore stepped forward with a roll of parchment in his hands and a large smile on his face, "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," He stated, smiling warmly down at all the nervous First Years.

It felt like forever before all of the First Years were sorted, the last one being sorted into Ravenclaw. This year, there were 12 Slytherins, 11 Gryffindors and 9 Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. Dumbledore speaks up again, "This year," He starts, "We have two new students who shall be in their sixth year, and need to be sorted. First, Cedric Beaufort," After squeezing my hand reassuringly, Cedric walks up to the stool and sits down as Dumbledore places the Hat on his head. A few minutes later, the Hat shouts, "SLYTHERIN!" I clap along with everyone else and watch him walk slowly to the Slytherin table who are clapping politely. I watch happily as he is greeted by a boy with platinum blonde hair, looking very much like Draco Malfoy.

"Isabelle Emrys," As soon as Dumbledore announces my name, whispers suddenly broke out across the Hall.

"Emrys? As in Merlin?"

Taking a deep breath, I slowly make my way up to the stool and sit down. I feel the Hat being placed gently on my head.

"Hmm," I hear a quiet voice in my head, "It seems you are here on an important mission, Miss. Longbottom,"

"Yes, I am," I reply back.

"Well then, I suppose I need to put you with young Mr. Riddle and Mr. Diggory, then," He states before announcing aloud to the Hall, "SLYTHERIN!"

As soon as the word left its mouth, Slytherin erupted into a round of excited applause and cheers. I let out a sigh of relief and practically ran over to the table as soon as Dumbledore removed the Hat from my head. I planted myself down in the empty seat next to Cedric and he immediately took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles. I blush when a hear a few girls awe, saying how 'cute' it was.

"Abraxas Malfoy," The blonde that was talking to Cedric spoke up suddenly, holding his hand out for me to shake.

Grabbing his hand, I shake it and introduce myself, "Isabelle Emrys,"

"Emrys? As in Merlin Emrys?" The Malfoy grins, a power-hungry look in his eyes.

I nod slowly, "Yes, I am his only living descendant," His grin gets wider as his power-hungry look is replaced with amazement.

"Leave the poor girl alone, Brax, let her eat for Christ's sake," The girl across from me chastises him. She has long, dark, straight hair and pale skin. Her eyes are a dull grey colour. She then turns her attention to me and her eyes narrow slightly at me, as if she's assessing me. She then sticks her hand out for me to shake, "Walburga Black," She states coldly. Her face is still but her eyes show curiousness. Great.

I take her hand and shake it, sending her a tight smile, "Nice to meet you," I let go of her hand and begin to serve myself, piling mashed potato, pork and gravy onto my plate. I feel a hand being placed gently on my thigh and I look at Cedric to see him smiling happily at me.

"So," Walburga starts, looking at Cedric, "Are you courting her?" Her words almost make my choke on my drink but I stop myself.

I watch Cedric carefully to see his reaction but he just smiles at her, "Not yet," He then turns his eyes to me, "But I hope to, soon," I feel my cheeks heat up and I send him a shy smile. He chuckles and squeezes my thigh, planting a kiss on top of my head. The move causes my cheeks to turn a deeper shade of red.

 I hear giggling and look up to see Walburga laughing, smiling at me teasingly, "You got lucky with this one, Emrys, not many boys my age or yours are as kind and handsome as he is," This time it's my turn to laugh as Cedric's cheeks flush at the compliment. So cute.