Snape's Daughter {Draco Malfoy~Ron Weasley}

chapter 3: the sorting ceromony

The doors to the great hall swung open to reveal a crowd of terrified first years. McGonagall led the stream of first years to the front, "this is going to be good," Tazzy whispered in Mias ear. "Mia let out a faint laughter before training her eyes once more to the front where she saw McGonagall silently place a four-legged stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. The sorting hat. The whole hall came to a defining silence eagerly awaiting the sorting hat to start. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth and then the sorting hat 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 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 Hufflepuffis 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 a respectable applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four house tables and then became still again. "How many do you reckon we will get this year," Mia asked her friend while her eyes were still trained on the old hat. "Well there are about twenty four of them this year so I reckon maybe about eight," Tazzy said with confidence. Hufflepuff always had a lot of new students every year, it was either Hufflepuff or Gryffindor who got the most first years, then ravenclaw then finally slytherin. Despite this being the usual line up people from the other houses used to compete to see who could gain the most first years. When Mia was younger she walked in to teachers placing bets on which house would have the most students and who would be it witch house it was all fun and games until in her first year her father (Severus Snape) and Minerva McGonagall had a fight on weather or not Mia would be in slytherin or hufflepuff. Severus lost the bet and was not happy.

Professor McGonagall took a step forward with a large scroll in her hand, "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said, "Beck, Matilda!" a plump white girl with pigtails stumbled up to the stool and sat down. McGonagall placed the hat on her head. The girls' glowing green eyes showed nothing but fear. The hat paused for a second before it shouted its decision... "HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat cried. Instantly Mia and the rest of the Hufflepuff table lept into enthusiastic applause, which seemed to eliminate the young girl's fear as she bound over to our table with a smile plastered onto her face. "One down, seven to go," Tazzy whispered triumphantly.