"You nervous?" Ron whispered to Harry, as the boys stood amid the other first years in the Great Hall, waiting to be sorted.
"No." Harry lied. He hadn't been nervous before, but now that he thought about it, he wasn't even sure which House he wanted to be in. He liked the sound of Gryffindor, but he was a little worried what Severus, the Head of Slytherin, would say if he did get put in Gryffindor. But he didn't want to be in Slytherin, simply because not very many people there were nice, and that was the House that Voldemort had been in. He didn't want to be in the same house as the man who killed his parents!
He looked up just as "Granger, Hermione" was called.
"Hey, it's that girl who was looking for a toad." Ron whispered.
She got Sorted into Gryffindor, after almost four minutes.
Finally, after what seemed like ages, Harry heard his own name.
"Potter, Harry."
An instant hush fell over the Great Hall as Harry walked up to the stool. Even though all the students (except his fellow first years) knew him, they were eager to see which House would get him.
Harry put the Hat on.
Interesting. Oh yes, very interesting. You're very courageous. Not a bad mind. And what's this? A thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you. You'd do well in Slytherin, yes. But now, you don't want to go to Slytherin. So where do you want to go?
I don't know. Harry thought. Just put me where I'll fit in.
Well, better be...
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Harry heard the Hat yell to the entire Hall, and smiled as he took off the Hat. Fred and George Weasley were doing some kind of war dance as they sang, "We got Potter, we got Potter!"
As Harry sat down, he looked up at Severus. Severus had been watching him, and although he tried to look happy for Harry, Harry could tell that he was disappointed Harry wasn't in Slytherin.
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