1991. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, enters Hogwarts. Sorting ceremony. Tension builds in the air before each name. It's Harry's turn, and- Gryffindor! A few minutes earlier. Professor McGonagall leads the first years into the great hall. The sorting ceremony is about to begin. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," says McGonagall. "Abbott, Hannah!" A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moment's pause -- "HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat. And this is where we pick off. Not the tale of the chosen one, but instead the tale of the pink-faced girl with the blonde pigtails. I hope you enjoy! ''You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuff are true And unafraid of toil.''
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