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Sophia Black
Story published October 12, 2013 · updated 3 weeks ago · 261 pages · 17,821 readers · 260,440 reads
The sorting
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The sorting

        The three of us, now in our robes, got off the train. "Firs' years follow me!" boomed a deep voice.
"Hello, Harry!" said the voice again. I turned around  and saw the tallest man i had ever seen who had a bushy brown beard and messy long brown hair.  "Hey, Hagrid." said Harry with a smile. "Whoa!"was all Ron said. 
        "Firs' years this way! No more'n four to a boat!" said Hagrid. Ron, Harry and I quickly got into a boat and Hermione Granger soon sat with us.
"Everyone ready? FORWARD!" yelled Hagrid. Just then all the boats started to move by themselves.
"Ooooh! There's Hogwarts!" I said grabbing Rons arm. He blushed a bit and nodded. "Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as our boats started for the cliffs. As we bent down, we went through a curtain of ivy that hid an opening in the cliffs. 
        After being carried through a long dark tunnel we finally reached the shore. Everyone climbed out of the boats and walked to the front of the castle. "Everyone here? Right then."said Hagrid who then raised one of his gigantic hands and knocked on the door. Suddenly the huge doors flew open and there stood a tall, black-haired  woman in green robes. She was old and looked very strict and intimidating. 
        "Thank you Hagrid. I'll take the first years from here." She said and ordered everyone to follow her. Without hesitation I followed. 
The Entrance Hall was huge. It could fit 20 of my houses in it. We followed the woman until we came to another stop in front of another set of doors. "Welcome to Hogwarts," said the woman. "I am professor McGonagall. The start-of-the -term feast will begin shortly, but before we begin, you ,ust be sorted into your houses. There is Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Your house will be like your family. Good behavior will be awarded house points. Any rule breaking and you will loose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will be awarded the house cup-" 
"Trevor!"yelled a chubby boy cutting off professor McGonagall. The boy ran forward and grabbed a toad. 
"Sorry ma'am" said the boy. McGonagall gave him a look of disgust. 
"I shall return when we are ready for you."she said and turned on her heel, walking into the room behind the doors.
        "So it's true then. What they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." said a pale boy with white blonde hair and blue eyes. My stomach turned a little at seeing this boy who I knew all too well. People began to whisper after hearing Harry's name.
"This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. " said the boy. Ron began to snicker. 
"Think my names funny do you? Red hair and a hand me down robe. You must be a Weasely." he said to Ron.
"Draco lay off" I said. Draco turned to me.
"Sophia. Nice to see you again, but I thought you knew better than to hang out with certain wizard families." said Draco. I rolled my eyes.
"Oh you've been a git since we were born. Blood is blood, who cares. Just lay off him." I snapped. Draco turned away from me and back to Harry. "Some wizarding families are better than others," he motioned towards Ron. "I can help you there." he said and stuck his hand out to Harry to shake it. Harry just ignored it. 
"I think I sort out the wrong sort for myself thanks." Harry said. I smirked at Draco who glared at me.
"We're ready for you now." said McGonagall popping her head out the door. 
        We all followed her into the Great Hall and many people gasped, myself included. Thousands of candles were floating from the ceiling which happened to look like the night sky. Four long tables were lined up with students and at the front of the hall was one long table where the teachers were. "It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History."said Herminone. Great, now that's ruined for me. Professor McGonagall soon set a four-legged stool in front of the teachers table where she then put a dirty old hat on top of it. We all stood in silence wondering why we were staring at this old thing when suddenly it twitched and formed a mouth and 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, 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 Gryffindor apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal, those patient 
                                     Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil; Or yet in wide old Ravenclaw, if you're a ready mind, where those of wit
                                     and learning, will always find their kind; Or perhaps Slytherin you'll make your real friends, those cunning folk
                                     use any means to achieve their ends. So put me on! Don't be afriad! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands
                                    (though I have none) For i'm the thinking cap!

As the hat ended the whole hall burst into applause. It bowed the tip of its top to each table then once again became very stiff.
"Now when I call your name, you will put the sorting hat on your head and then sit at the table it sorts you in. Abbott, Hannah!" said professor McGonagall. A girl with blonde pigtails stepped forward and sat on the stool. The hat was put on her head and after a pause the hat yelled "Hufflepuff!" The Hufflepuff table cheered and clapped as the girl took off the hat and ran happily to their table.
"Black, Sophia!"yelled McGonagall. I nervously walked to the hat and put it on then sat down.
        'Hmmmm a Black ah?' said a voice in my head. 'Many Blacks have been in Slytherin for years except one. Your father.' The sorting hat said. I cringed at the thought of my father. 'You're just like him. Different from the other Blacks. So it better be...' "Gryffindor!" the hat yelled out loud this time. I sighed with relief because i didn't want to be in Slytherin. The Gryffindor table burst into applause and whistles as I made my way over there. I saw George make a seat for me next to him.
"Congratulations for being in Gryffindor." He said with a smile. "Thanks." I smiled back. We watched as the other first years got sorted. Hermione Granger was put into Gryffindor much to my shock. I watched Draco go up. The hat barely touched his head when it yelled "Slytherin!" he smirked at me and walked to the Slytherin table. 
"Do you know the Malfoys or something?" asked George. "Yes. As much as I don't want to." I mumbled. He chuckled. When Harry was called the whole hall whispered and then became very silent. After several minutes of Harry wearing the hat it finally yelled "Gryffindor!" We all burst out in cheers. "We got Potter! We got Potter!" yelled Fred and George. Soon it was Ron's turn.
"Ah! Another Weasely. I know just what to do with you. Gryffiondor!"bellowed the hat. Again we cheered and the twins high-fived their brother. Once everyone was sorted and I realized how hungry I was, Albus Dumbledor stood up.
        "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts! Before we begin, I'd like to announce that the third floor corridor is out of bounds to anyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you. Now i'll say a few words before we eat and here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddmaent! Tweak! Thanks you!"he said and sat down. Everyone clapped and cheered. I did also even thought I was confused. Just then I watched as the empty table filled with amazing food. While eating the conversation somehow got on what status they were. 
"I'm half-and-half. Me dad's a muggle. Mum's a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out." said an Irish boy named Seamus. 
"How about you Neville?" asked Ron. Neville told us about his family and then it turned to me. "Um, i'm a pure-blood but I don't think it really matters." I said. "Really? Same with our family." said Ron.  
"So what  does your father do then?" asked George. "I don't know. I live with my uncle who's an auror. how about yours?" I told him. 
"He works in the ministry with muggle artifacts. That's cool though that your uncle is an auror." smiled George. I was very thankful that he didn't ask more about my father. I didn't like talking about him. Everyone always said I was a replica of my father. I looked like him, I had his charm and wit, and a quick mind for pranks.
        "Now before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" bellowed Dumbledor. A banner with words to the school song appeared over our heads. "Everyone pick your favorite tune and lets be off." Then the whole school started to sing:

                                             Hogwarts, hogwarts, hoggy warty, hogwarts, teach us something please, whether we be old and bald or
                                              young with scabby knees, our heads could do with filling, with some interesting stuff, for now they're 
                                             bare and full of air, dead flies and bits of fluff, so teach  us things worth knowing, bring back what  we've 
                                             forgot, just do your best we'll do the rest, and learn until our brains all rot.

So naturally with everyone singing different tunes, everyone ended at different times until all that were left singing were the Weasely twins singing to a painfully slow funeral march. Dumbledor chuckled and helped them finish the last few lines."Aww, music. Off to bed now everyone." he said. Percy Weasely, head of Gryffindor house, led all the first years to the Gryffindor common room. Once I got into the first years girls dormitory I fell asleep right when my head hit the pillow.