Nathan felt so nervous as he watched all the other 1st years get sorted. Some of his good freinds were going into all sorts of different houses. Well that did mean he had a better chancecof not being alone regardless which did calm his nerves a little. He knew it would not be long now till his name was called for sorting.

"RUBEL, NATHAN", the professor called out.

It was his turn. Nathan took a deep breath and walked up to the stool and took I seat. The sorting hat was then placed on his head. He felt a bit stupid wearing this large tacky thing on his head in front of everyone.

Ah, you are a boy of promise, that much I am sure. You are very brave and ambitious around your freinds and loved ones but still not quite sure of yourself sometimes. Thats no matter though, the issue here is where to put you, better be:

GRYFFINDOR

Then a roar of applause came from the Gryffindor table. He could barely even process what the sorting hat had said. All he knew was that he was now a roaring Gryffindor. He raced over to the Gryffindor table and took a seat amongst his fellow housemates. This was the beginning of something great, he just knew itn

'Deluise, Violet!' Violet heard it call out. She stumbled up to the hat, trembling as she went up. She sat down and placed the hat on her head. 'Hmm... another Deluise. I know your sister, I put her in Gryffindor, the same as your twin, but I'm not so sure about you... mischief seems to be what you like, and you're definitely brave, definitely. But you're also very loyal, yes, very loyal... brave and loyal... I know what House you're to be in... Brave, but loyal... HUFFLEPUFF!' The hat yelled, and Violet felt herself crumble. She wasn't in the same House as her twin! She had wanted to be in Hufflepuff though, Daisy was there, she'd help her! And she could always see Lilly and Rose whenever! Violet smiled as she took off the hat. 'Thank you!' she whispered to it as she proceeded to leave for the Hufflepuff Table.

Rosalie waited in line while oother were being sorted, she was more nervous now than ever. This is really it."Hollis, Rosalie" Rosalie walked up to the chair and sat under the hat and it was whispering her hear about traits but all she could focus on was it not to pull her hair. "You have traits to be in any house but I believe you belong best in Hufflepuff!" Rosalie jumped off the chair and joined the Hufflepuff table.

Angelina waited around with all the other unsorted children to get sorted. Many people went and got sorted into one of the four houses. Angelina waited to get her named called to get sorted. After a few more people, Angelina didn't think her name would be called, but she heard her name, "Andrews, Angelina," Angelina looked at the sorting hat terrified!

Slowly she walked up the steps and to the stool. She sat down and got the sorting hat placed on her head. The whole room was silent waiting for the hat to speak. Then when nobody really expected the hat spook.

"Ah! Angelina.... I have a few places to put you, for many reasons, but which one... Nice like a Hufflepuff, then mean like a Slytherin," The sorting hat then became quite.

The hat then whispered to Angelina, "But the Slytherin in you seems to take over a lot..."

Once again the sorting hat stopped speaking.

A few seconds later the sorting hat screamed, "SLYTHERIN!"

The crowd clapped, and Angelina's eyes grew wide. She couldn't believe she got into Slytherin! She was thinking more of on the lines of Ravenclaw! Was it because he whole family was Slytherin's and/or because she was a very ture Slytherin? She didn't know. Angelina sat up from the stool, once the sorting hat was taken off her head, and walked over to her new house's table.

As Olivia waited for her name to be called she began to feel even more nervous. It wasn't too bad at all to just have to try on an old hat but what if the hat decided that she wasn't magical after all, or couldn't place her in any house so decided it was best for her to be sent straight back home?

"Evans, Olivia!"

She made her way up to the stool at the front of the room and sat down, feeling everyone's eyes on her. Trembling slightly as the hat was placed on her head, completely covering her eyes.

After what seemed like hours of the hat debating whether to place her in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, the hat finally shouted out "RAVENCLAW" for the whole school to hear.

Adanna stood in line amongst her peers, the knot in her stomach growing larger and larger the closer it came to her own turn. Faster than she could realize, she had moved from the very back to next in line. When the first year in front of her hopped off the stool and placed the hat on its seat, she couldn't help but stare. This was the same hat that her father and his parents had worn when they were her age. The same hat that Eleanora had worn three years ago, moments before it had placed her in Ravenclaw.

She was snapped back into reality with two words:
"Patching, Adanna!"

Adanna felt her heart swell. It was at last her turn to be sorted. She felt as if she could run away, out the doors of the Great Hall and out of the castle. But before she realized, she was already inches away from the stool. Her hands seemed to be moving themselves as the picked up the large hat and placed it on ther head as she sat down.
Like a lot of other first years she had seen wearing it, the hat engulfed her head. She couldn't see past it, but that was fine by her. As she sat, she thought about her sister. She wanted so badly to join her at the Ravenclaw table, to sit by her side forever. But not only join Eleanora, but her grandmother as well. Then her father came across her mind. She wanted more than anything to please him, to make him proud by being sorted to Hufflepuff like he and his father's family had been.

"What should I do with this one, do you think?"
She nearly jumped out of her skin. Oh, how she hoped no one had noticed!
But wait . . . this hat was talking to her? In her mind, of all things!
But it seemed to have peered into her heart, because it continued with "Yes, I can see already what I should do with you. Trusting and true, aren't you? A clever child, no doubt. But above all, faithful and loyal beyond measure. I could put you in Ravenclaw. You have what it takes, and I can see how your heart aches for it. However, there's something more past your yearning. Yes, I know where you belong. HUFFLEPUFF!"

The last word was shouted for the entire school to hear. Hufflepuff. She couldn't believe it! Climbing off the stool, she placed the hat down on it. Her face flushed as she walked over to join her cheering housemates at the Hufflepuff table.

Jerrod waited with the others and when his name finally was shouted out.

"Crawford, Jerrod."

He nervously stepped forward. He walked over to the stool and seated. He got the sorting hat placed on his head. Then the hat started to talk.

"Hmm.." The hat said. "Hmm.. I see many of your relatives has been in Ravenclaw.. They were all very smart even at young age, you are friendly to almost everyone, Hmm.. Though.. Hmm.. I think it will be.."

A few seconds silence.

"RAVENCLAW" The hat shouted.

Wai-Wai-Wait! WAIT A MOMENT! Me.. In Ravenclaw? Mom and Dad will be so proud of me! He thought and jumped of the stool. Jerrod blushed and started running to the Ravenclaw table to his new cheering housemates!

"Pond, Emma!" Emma heard her name called and nervously walked up to the hat.
"Ah...well...Ms. Pond, you have a kind heart, brave, but you are also very intelligent." This hat was talking to HER. Oliver wasn't kidding when he said this was the coolest experience EVER! "You have the desire to follow in you mother's footsteps, but also in you brother's. I know just where to put you. HUFFLEPUFF!" Emma beamed and walked over to the Hufflepuff table.

Jackie waited for her turn, watching as the Sorting Hat (a HAT!) choosing the Houses of first-years.

'Porter, Jacqueline' The Headmaster called. Ugh! She hated people calling her Jacqueline. So long. She went up to the Hat, slightly nervous. Which House would she be in?

The Hat was put on her head. It covered her face, almost. 'Hm. Which House shall I put you in? You'll be in . . . GRYFFINDOR!'

Yippee! Jackie thought in her head and ran to the Gryffindor House Table. She loved this House.

"Edwards, Annabelle" rang across the hall. Belle was startled as the hat spoke to her. "Ohmmeter half blood so no slytherin for you. But you've learned to be loyal from your father. Where do you want to be dear." Belle thought hard then said "wherever you placed my father is fine for me." "Well then to the same it must be" the hat replied.
"Hufflepuff" it shouted for all to hear. As her new housemates cheered belle joined them for the first time.

"Logan, Ariana" the Professor Called out. Ariana stepped out of line and onto the stool where the sorting hat was placed on her head. Ariana was Expecting a least something from the sorting hat, something smart or witty to say about her, but it said nothing and she found it odd. though she did here it let out a "humm, yes, indeed." Ariana was struck with embaressment as the whole school has eyes on her. then about 15 seconds after she sat into the chair the hat let out a loud yell it wasnt til after she stepped off the stool that she realized the hat had yelled "SLYTHERIN!"

Are you kidding?

The boy couldn't believe they put so much trust in a magical hat to put the students in their houses which they were stuck in for their entire school career. Weren't they going to see how smart they were or how powerful? He secretly hoped it would just be the first seeing as he hadn't even tried much magic with his new wand yet, for he didn't know any except what he had been able to read in his spell books. His parents were a bit weary of magic in the house until he was better trained. August was sure they would turn around by next summer.

Slowly walking up to the seat where the Sorting hat was placed on his head, the thirteen year old looked out at the sea of students' faces looking up at him. This was more than a little nerve-wracking but he had to do it so he closed his eyes. 'Awww a late bloomer eh?' A voice whispered in August's ear. His eyes shot open when he realized it was the hat speaking in his head.

'No matter, Hogwarts welcomes all the magical children. Now where to put you. Slytherin is right out, my boy. You would do well in Hufflepuff no doubt, your character is very strong with their house ordeals. Ravenclaw would be a nice fit, academia is definately a strong point of your's. But I think you will be able to prove yourself in.....'

"GRYFFINDOR!!!!"

August plopped down from the stool and scooted off to the Gryffindor table, which was loud and clapping with laughter, with an excited grin. He was a bit disappointed that he hadn't been in Hufflepuff though, Sierra Greingoth, the girl he met in Florish and Blotts said he would no doubt be in there. Oh well she was porbably suprised.

"Evans, Maxwell!" the Hogwarts Professor shouted. So Maxwell walked to take His seat. he was nervous about would would. happen, what would the Sorting Hat say about Him? the Hat was about to be put on His head. "Hmmm plenty of courage, bravery, wit. Very loyal and compassionate... Yes only one place to put You." said the mysterious Hat. "GRYFFINDOR!!!" And Maxwell went to go sit with His friends!

Salima walked up to the sorting hat and sat on the stool waiting for it to be dropped on her head...waiting to be sorted...waiting...wating

'HUFFLEPUFF!' Shouted the sorting hat.
Salima jumped up from the stool to the crowd of cheering Hufflepuffs

"Mathews, Elizabeth", trembling she made her way towards the hat. Sitting down the sorting hat was placed lightly on her head. Elizabeth hoped with all her might for either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. "Hmm, a bright mind I see", mused the Sorting Hat. "Eager to please and hard-working with a great future", it said. "Please, please, hurry up!" Elizabeth was thinking, she was becoming quite embarrased sitting up in front of the whole school.
"Well I know where to put you....it'll have to be...

"RAVENCLAW" shouted the Sorting Hat. With great relief and joy, Elizabeth ran over to join the cheering Ravenclaw table.

Scarlett was in awe watching her peers and soon to be classmates all being sorted into their houses... or now as they called it... families.
"Roe, Scarlett." A professor called out her name.
Scarlett coughed into her hand and wiped her hair out of her eyes as she made her way up to the stool confidently.
"Hmm, thoughtful, smart... could be Ravenclaw... generous Huffle... feisty! AHA! Here is the true Scarlett Roe... SLYTHERIN!" Scarlett smiled thinking about how proud her family will be as she followed in their footsteps.

Violet had been standing patiently in line (yes, another line!) for what seemed like a long time. At first she had been too busy thinking about how beautiful the castle had looked when she got her first glimpse of it during the boat ride across the lake, towers rising everywhere and the windows all lit up--she would never forget her first view of Hogwarts as long as she lived. She had scribbled furiously in her journal all the way across, writing down her first impressions before she forgot them.

But now she was getting tired of standing here, with all the older students staring at the first years. She had seen Sage, Temperance, and Chelsea, three of the girls she had met on the train, already sorted into their Houses--they all seemed pretty happy with what they got. Violet hoped she would wind up in a place where she would have friends.

Finally she heard the words, "Blackthorne, Violet P.," and walked up to the stool with the whole school's eyes upon her. She sat down and felt the Sorting Hat placed on her head.

"Hmmm....a great love of learning here, no doubt you would do well in Ravenclaw...you definitely have nerve in certain situations, and you're not afraid of hard work when it's for something you really want....but overwhelming everything else is a burning desire to prove yourself, to achieve greatness, so I guess it had better be ... yes,

SLYTHERIN!!!"

Violet blinked her eyes as the Hat was taken off her head and thought to herself, 'Ha!! that'll show my uncles I'm as good as the rest of the family!'
Then she rose and walked over to the Slytherin table to sit with the rest of her new House.

Walking in a line with the rest of the first-years into the hall, Michelle was ecstatic! 'Ooh-ing' and 'aah-ing' at everything in sight, (including the enchanted ceiling with the beautiful nightscape) she finally reached the area standing right in front of a raggedy old hat. Names were being called out..then suddenly.."Gwydion, Michelle!"

Mimicking what the kid in front of her did, she stepped up and allowed herself to be topped with said old hat. It was odd, waiting for the hat to talk again (though she agreed, it WAS a nice opening poem)..and just as suddenly, a distant voice was ringing inside (inside!) her head:

"Ahh, a Gwydion. Long line of Ravenclaws, they were. Keepers of knowledge, guardians of wisdom...are you like your ancestors before you, hmm?....but what is this? Hunger, and ambition for power? There is something different with this one"

(Michelle didn't know if she should answer )

"Very well then, SLYTHERIN!"

And amidst cheers and whoops from the green-arrayed table, the new Slytherin bounced towards her new House.

The time Kennedy dreaded the whole train ride had arrived. It was finally for him to be sorted. This wouldn't have been a big deal if it hadn't involved his dad. The man he wished he wouldn't be related to. The man that had made his mother's life a nightmare. Kennedy didn't care that, that man abandoned him, what made his blood boil was all the pain he had caused his mom.

The call of his name snapped him out of his thoughts. Did he really have to go up there and put that silly hat on...in front of an audience? He knew the answer to that already. Stepping up the stool Kennedy sat down. He pushed his glasses back to try to cover his flaming cheeks.

This was SO embarrassing!

"Hmm!"

Kennedy almost jumped off the stool when he felt the hat placed on his head and did it...did it say something? It probably did. Bianca had told him the hat spoke...like actual words and stuff.

"Nervous are we?" the Sorting Hat said with a mocking tone.

"A little," the boy mumbled.

Oh gosh. The hat would eventually burst up in flames Kennedy concluded. He was just too different that there was for sure nowhere he belonged.

Or...

If his family's tradition continued with him, then that would mean Slytherin...like his father. He didn't want that, but then where?

"I see qualities in you, Boy," the Thing spoke again. "But, you might not like them, you cunning boy."

"I-I'm not c-cunning." He was not. He refused to believe that.

"Hush! I know what you are, after all I am years beyond years older than you." Kennedy bet the Hat was smirking.

He huffed and crossed his arms. He was NOT about to argue with an old, dusty hat.

"Think whatever you want," the hat said. "Now, you want the truth or your pick?"

Oh yes, Bianca did tell him the Hat allowed him to choose the house he wanted, but then that was the problem. He wasn't as brave as Gryffindor, he didn't know loyalty like a Hufflepuff, he wasn't clever like a Ravenclaw and that left Slytherin, he had a whole bloodline there. He didn't know where he belonged. Making up his mind he spoke...

"Place me where you believe I belong...if you are as old as you say, that means your answer will be a wise one." He closed his eyes, forgetting about his audience and hoped to God that he was placed somewhere where he would feel like if he belonged.

"Very well," the Hat answered. "SLYTHERIN!"

.....................................

Kennedy froze as his heart beat rapidly inside his chest. He was a snake, just like the man who hurt his mom and him, never caring of the damage he did. He stood up and walked over to the green table. His body on autopilot while his mind was miles and miles away.

He was a Slytherin.

When her name was called, Maddy MacIntosh nervously walked up to the front of the hall where the hat was sitting on a small stool. She picked it up, sat down and put it on her head. All eyes in the room were watching her. There was a long pause, and Maddy doubted anything spectacular was going to happen. Then the hat spoke "A potential for greatness", it whispered "and the whole lot of your family have been in Slytherin for centuries...but your father married a muggle... and you have a sence of Bravery..." There was another long pause and finally the het shouted "Slytherin!!!!"

Alice Walker stumbled over to the hat, trying to ignore the stares. She put the hat on, which drooped over her head a bit.

Alice squeezed her eyes shut and hoped to get Slytherin, or at least anything but Hufflepuff.

Yes, a well-crafted mind. Ravenclaw, possibly? No, you seem to use your mind for your personal gains... Yes, of course.

SLYTHERIN!

"Wireman, Christopher!" Chris heard his name called out. As he walked nervously to place to hat upon his head he shot a quick glance at the Gryffindor house table. That's where I want to end up, he thought. Once the hat was on his head, however, he couldn't see anything as it slipped over his eyes. It only took the hat a few moments before it shouted
Gryffindor!
Chris was so glad to wind up in Gryffindor he ran quickly over to the house table, where he was met with much applause.

The Professor calls out "Willow James"

He steps out from behind the rest of the first years. He sits down on the old wooden stool as the Professor places the old leathery hat upon his head.

It Springs to Life as soon as it touches his head.

"Very Interesting" the Hat proclaims. "There is something I sense in here that I haven't sensed in some time"

The Hat pauses as it draws more information from his head.

"I do sense a certain kind of strength in you, strength and courage for enduring struggles. But there is also a strong feeling of a inner growth so to speak. Which gives me just what I need to place you."

The final pause before his house is anounced almost kills James

"GRYFFINDOR" the Hats Shouts out to the Great Hall

James jumps up out of the chair and proceeds to his House Table. He shakes hands with Reach, Lams, Walker and the rest of the first years as well as some of the older students. James was filled with such happiness to be sorted into such a fine House.

It had been taking forever. Melchior had been standing in line with the other first years, waiting for his name to be vociferated. Loosing his patients, his attention span began to lose abide. “The names must be randomized, or it wouldn’t be taking this long,” he thought. He glanced at the pulchritudinous ceiling. “What kind of magic was keeping the candle’s floating?” He was already becoming restless. He just wanted to get this sorting done and over with.

“Garcia, Melchior!”

He looked down at the Headmaster. Trying to stand tall, Melchior walked toward the front. Taking his seat, the headmaster placed the Sorting Hat on his head.

“Well,” said the sorting hat. Melchior jumped at his words. His mind began to go blank as he became shocked with trepidation.

“Well?” asked the sorting hat. What was he suppose to do??? “Hmmmmm, interesting…”

This was all going wrong. Why was he acting like this?

“Very intelligent and cunning… but also loyal and brave.. Raven- no, Gryffin-,” said the sorting hat.

“No!” said Melchior. He couldn’t let this happen. He must take his fate into his own hands.

“No?” asked the sorting hat. Melchior then closed his eyes and repeated the name of the house his father was sorted into. Maybe if he was in the same house, his mother would reveal him details of his father’s death.

“Very interesting…. I see you in….

Slytherin!”

The hat was taken off of his head. Getting up quickly, he walked to the table of silver and green. The brunette wore a concealed smile.

Kolie, Jameyson was called and she skipped up to the stool. She thought about shouting "Here!" but changed her mind. The hat went on top of her head, and quickly decided on Gryffindor. Happily Jamey hopped down and walked to the table assigned to her new house.