Black Soul- George Weasley

The One With The Sorting

Hogwarts students, minus the first years, were seated in the Great Hall waiting for Sorting Ceremony. The old, dusty sorting hat was put on a stool in the middle of the hall waiting to sort the kids. Astraea remembers her first year, when she was sorted. The hat started muttering 'Oh yeah... Mmmm... Just like your parents... Smart and could fit in Ravenclaw like your mother and loyal and could fit in Hufflepuff like your father... Mmmm... Yeah... You also have slytherin blood like the both of them, but also bold and brave... GRYFFINDOR".

She remembers thinking the hat was not accurate since it said her father was loyal when he betrayed the Potters. However, she was happy to be in Gryffindor with her friends.

"Hey Weasleys", Astraea nudged the twins.

"What?" they asked together.

"How about a Sorting Game?" she smirked and they mirrored her smirk.

The Sorting Game was simple; after each name they throw a guess. The one with most right answers win.

The first years went inside and the look of awe was vivid in their eyes. Suddenly, the hat started singing.

"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,

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,

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. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.

"I told Ron he has to fight a troll", Fred said laughing, causing George and Astraea to laugh as well. That earned them a glare from Percy.

Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.