The New Member of the Golden Trio

What will the Hat say?

The Grand oak door swung open at once. There stood Minerva McGonagall or as Rebecca called her mom. "The firs' years, Professor McGonagall" said Hagrid "so this is your mother?" Harry leaned in and asked "yep" "thank you Hagrid I shall take them from here." She pulled the doors open and we followed behind her. Rebecca running up to talk to her mother, grabbing her hand as she reached her, she could hear people commenting as she did so.

They were led into a small, empty chamber, up the stairs and off the hall. "Welcome to Hogwarts," McGonagall began "The start of term feast will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be your family. You will sleep in your house dormitory, have classes with your house and spend your free time in your house common room. The four houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has it's own noble history and each have produced outstanding witches and wizards. While at Hogwarts your triumphs will earn you house points, while any rule breaking will loose points. At the end of the year  the house with the most points is awarded the house cup. The sorting wil begin momentarily, in front of the school. I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly." and with that she turned and left.

Rebecca turned and looked around, everyone looked terrified. "How do they sort us?" asked Harry looking quite nervous himself "Some type of test, I believe Fred said it hurts but I think he was joking." Ron said "He was, don't worry all you have to do is sit there. I promise" Rebecca said patting Harry's shoulder. "you know there's really nothing to wor-" but she didn't get to finish because just then two ghost floated through the wall engaged in a conversation.

"Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance --" said a little fat monk Rebecca new to be the Fat friar, ghost of Hufflepuff. "My dear friar, haven't we given him all the chances he deserves? Peeves gives all of us a bad name and you know, he's not really a ghost-- I say what are all of you doing in here?" the ghost named Nickolas asked now addressing us, but no one answered him.  "The new first years, waiting to be sorted, I presume." said the Fat friar smiling at us. "hope to see ya in Hufflepuff, my old house" "Move along now" said a familiar voice, McGonagall had returned. "The sorting is about to start, now into a line" she said as the ghost floated back out of the room.  "Follow me" she said leading us out of the room.

Rebecca couldn't believe it, she was about to be sorted. She was so nervous but of course she was she had been waiting for this her whole life. What if she wasn't In Gryffindor, what if she wasn't any good at her classes, rubbish Rebecca you have been studying since you could read, you've practiced and successfully cast every spell you have come upon in your books. You are your mothers daughter, you will do great. They had walked through the great oak doors of the Great Hall and immediately every eye was on the first years. Rebecca looked around and in this moment she did not see the place where she ate breakfast everyday, she did not see her home. No in this moment this place was foreign to her, even the faces where unrecognizable that was until she looked up at the staff table and locked as with Albus Dumbledore, and he winked at her and gave her the biggest smile ever and all her fears seamed to melt away.

She looked up at the hat sitting on the stool her mother had just placed down when the rip in it opened 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 then me.                                                                                                                                                        You can keep your bowlers black,                                                                                                                                  Your 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,                                                                                                                                       There daring, nerve, and chivalry                                                                                                                                    Set Gryffindor's apart;                                                                                                                                                           You might belong in Hufflepuff,                                                                                                                                        Where they are just and loyal,                                                                                                                                         Those patient Hufflepuff's are true                                                                                                                                And not afraid 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!"                                                                                                                                                  "He comes up with a different one every year" Rebecca whispered to Ron and Harry as everyone in the Hall applauded. "So were just trying on a hat, i'll kill Fred he said we had to wrestling a troll."