Sorted
By: Takara R. M.
Summary: A letter addressed to Professor Dumbledore claims that Mr. Harry Potter was placed in the wrong House. With only one year left, a very bored Harry gets sorted into a new House.
Author's Note: um… everyone was always sorting Harry into different Houses as a first year… and I a have a few ideas/outlines of him being sorted after first year, and this is one of them. You have been warned!
Disclaimer: No, I do not own the characters… they belong to the lovely JKR. :smiles:
Genres: Romance, Humor, Drama, Supernatural, Action/Adventure, Suspense, Who Knows, Fluff, Smut, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: Death Sentence(NC-17)
WARNINGS: Sexual Content, Violence, Adult Language, Character Death, Dangerous Muse, Slowly click away..., Suicide, Any, Major Fluff; This fic is rated: MA. other known as NC-17! If you are not of age... then DO NOT READ! (rated for later chapters)
Chapter One: A Song, A Letter, A Sorting
Everyone was chattering away. The war ended four months ago and luckily, the majority of the students survived. The war, however, was not the topic of conversation. Hogwarts was starting a new school year and the Sorting was about to begin.
The Great Hall became silent as the first years were ushered to the front. On a stool, sat a ratty old hat and the first years gasped when it came to life…
Singing.
A song for you
Do I have this year,
A warning, take mind,
For change is near;
Gryffindors in their Glory
Shall pass their torch of light,
Bringing honor and power
To those of the night;
Ravenclaws in their Wisdom,
United stand tall,
Their voices together
To reason the call;
Hufflepuffs in their Kindness,
Beautifully naïve,
Shall show their true colors
To those in whom they believe;
Slytherins in the their Loyalty,
With open arms, receive
A friend lost in destiny,
True love, yet to conceive;
Listen to these words,
Place their meaning within your hearts,
This year brings a new era,
To all those at Hogwarts.
The hat fell silent. None new what that was all about and when Professor McGonagall was reading out the first name, it started to laugh hysterically. The poor little girl refused to put the hat on and was made to stand off to the side. After a few of the other students went, she was ready to wear the hat and was promptly sorted into Hufflepuff.
Harry watched on silently as all the new students were placed into their houses and as Professor Dumbledore gave his speech. Life seemed to become a little dull. He spent six years fighting the Tom Volo Riddle and going on adventures, that everyday life was trivial. He wanted something new, something fresh.
A loud swish was heard as a LARGE pure white owl swooped into the Great Hall with a letter attached to its ankle. It landed at the Head Table and proceeded to shake its leg impatiently toward the Headmaster. The silence was deafening.
Dumbledore untied the ribbon holding the letter secure and the owl leapt into the air and flew out the way it came. One glare from the Headmaster had the student body chattering away again.
The professors looked on as Dumbledore carefully opened the letter to read it. His eyebrows shot up unexpectedly and an inadequate "hm" sounded. The professors were growing restless with their need to know what the letter said. Dumbledore passed the letter to Professor McGonagall who went white in shock before proceeding to hand the parchment to the next professor.
"Interesting, wouldn't you say Minerva?"
Professor McGonagall looked into Dumbledore's eyes and saw that bloody constant twinkle. The old man was actually considering the contents on the parchment.
"It is probably just a student prank. I do not believe that we must bother ourselves with it."
"Are you sure of this, or is that you do not wish for him to leave your house?" another voice slipped into the conversation.
Professor McGonagall blushed furiously and tried to murder Professor Snape with her glare. It was quiet unsuccessful.
"I believe we should ask our dear Mr. Potter what he thinks about the matter." Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as the golden boy walked up to the Head Table holding a small piece of paper in his hands.
"You wanted to see me right away, Headmaster?"
Hagrid voiced the thoughts of most of the professors. "Blimey Harry, how'd ya get that there piece of paper so soon?"
Harry raised an eyebrow at Hagrid before smirking. "Forāre." The napkin in front of Hagrid soon supported some letters that slowly became words and then sentences. Harry held up his napkin with Dumbledore's handwriting gracefully written on it. Dumbledore slightly bowed his head to Harry in acknowledgement.
"I have a letter from an unknown source that claims that you are in the wrong house. What are your thoughts on the matter?"
Harry considered what the Headmaster was proposing. He could go on in Gryffindor, or he could be sorted into a new house. Harry looked over at his House table where Ron and Hermione sat. He wanted something new and this was his chance. His friends might hate him for this, but Harry really wanted a change in scenery. He took one quick glance at the Slytherin table before answering.
"With one year left, I do not believe that it matters what House I am in." He paused, looking the Headmaster straight in the eyes. "I accept the change and will gladly be sorted once again.
Professor Dumbledore nodded his approval and Snape gaped at Harry, which was very un-Snape like to do, as the boy made his way back to his dinner.
When the feast was over, the Headmaster rose from his place at the Head Table.
"Before we all rush off to sleep, there is some business that must be sorted with immediately. Harry James Potter, will you please come forward."
Harry walked to the front of the Hall where Professor McGonagall awaited with the sorting hat. The Great Hall was a buzz with chatter. "What was going on? What were they doing?"
To everyone's surprise, Harry sat on the stool next to McGonagall that was used for the first years. The Headmaster cleared his throat and the Great Hall fell silent.
"It has come to our attention that Mister Harry James Potter of the House of Gryffindors was sorted into the wrong House. With his consent, he will be resorted and will remain with that House for the remainder of his seventh year." The Headmaster paused as the students let the information sink in. "Professor McGonagall, if you will please?"
McGonagall placed the sorting hat on Harry's head as the school watched on. The hat was not saying anything. In fact, it did not seem to even be awake. The Houses began to talk again. Harry sat there with his eyes closed and some claimed that he must be sleeping.
Suddenly, Harry's eyes flashed open and the hat came alive, shouting out the name of Harry's new House.
:That Night:
Harry sprawled himself on his new bed. His new room was completely bare, waiting for him to decorate it to his liking. He closed his eyes as he relived that night's ordeal over again in his mind.
:Flashback:
Nothing happened right away. The hat just rested on his head as if it were a regular hat. Then he heard a voice in his head.
"Ah. If it isn't Harry Potter. What do I owe the pleasure of being placed upon the head of the one who defeated the Dark Lord?"
Harry cringed. "I wish for you to sort me again. I remember when you first sorted me, that you said that should have been sorted into another House, but it was my decision."
"I did."
"I would like you to sort me into the House that you would have placed me in if I had not begged you to place me in Gryffindor."
"Hm." Harry stiffened as the hat plunged into his mind and brought forth memories from the past six years. "You wish to sacrifice your current life, with the first friends you ever made for something new in your life?"
"Yes."
"You would give up your friendships with those you hold dear, for a chance to be with the one you truly wish to know?"
Harry held back the dam of emotions that threatened to over flow from all the memories he was being forced to live through again. He was at the sorting hat's mercy. "I do."
The hat seemed pleased with Harry response and stopped its interrogation. "I will give you one warning. It will not be easy. You will face many trials and will suffer greatly. This is a hard task you face, Harry Potter. A task that may be too great for The-Boy-Who-Lived alone."
Harry pondered the hat's words as the last memory faded from his mind. It will be hard, he knew that. He also knew that he would do anything for the chance to change things. "I accept."
Harry's eyes snapped open, but he could not see the Great Hall or all of the students gathered there. All he could see was a sea of colors. The colors belonging to his new House.
The hat came alive as well, shouting out one word to all those gathered. "Slytherin!"
The Great Hall was dead silent before it resounded with different responses to the hat's decision. The Gryffindors were furious. Harry Potter was a part of their House and they did not like the idea of giving him up to their enemies, even if their enemies helped bring forth the downfall of the Dark Lord. The Ravenclaws talked among themselves, calculating what their response to this new change should be. The Hufflepuffs chatted about the whole commotion, before their conversation lead toward their Summer vacations . The Slytherins were the only ones who remained silent for the longest time, not really comprehending that Harry Potter was now a part of their House.
The Headmaster called for silence. Harry turn in his stool to face the Headmaster as McGonagall took the hat from his head. "It seems that there is a new addition to the Slytherin House. Does the House and it's Head agree with the sorting?"
The Slytherins slowly began to nod their heads after Snape gave his consent.
"In that case, Harry James Potter is henceforth of the House of Slytherin." Dumbledore clapped his hands and Harry's attire changed from Gryffindor colors to those belonging to the Slytherins. "Your belongings will be awaiting you in your new room." Dumbledore addressed the rest of the students. "It has been an eventful first night back in school. I am sure many of you seek a good night's sleep. Prefects, if you will lead your Houses to their dorms?"
The Heads of House also escorted their Houses to keep any scenes from happening. Harry trailed behind the Slytherins.
Well, he got what he asked for.
'Finally.'
:End of Flashback:
Harry sighed as he looked around his room. All of his belongings were there, just as the Headmaster had said. Even Hedwig had been here waiting for him when he walked in.
Besides the sorting, nothing else happened that night. None of the Slytherins said anything to him. Instead they went to their rooms and supposedly to sleep.
Harry sat up on his bed. He could not sleep. He was excited and nervous all at once. It was just like the first time he came to Hogwarts as a first year. He was giddy and yet afraid of what his new House thought of him. Did they hate him? Were they going to ignore him for the rest of the year? Did they even care that he was a part of their House now, or did they resent him for changing Houses?
All the deep thinking was making him tired and soon he was passed out on top of his bed, still in his robes.
TBC
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