Guess what, everyone? I'm ALIVE! Shocking, I know. Sorry about the long time to update. Homework + Writer's Block= Hiatus. Sorry. But here's the next chapter!

The first years walked into the Great Hall sopping wet.

It was raining outside, and having to take a boat to get to the castle did not help matters. The children were shivering miserably and muttering to each other. They all fell silent immediatly, however, when and old, severe looking witch strode to the front of the hall carrying a black, tattered, lumpy bundle. When she sat it down on a stool, it unfurled in the shape of a hat.

The hat was in bad shape, with many tears and patches. Despite this, when it opened it's wide brim and began to sing, its rich voice filled the hall. (A/N: Sorry I know my song sucks)

Nineteen years has come ato pass
Since Hogwarts was last in danger
Since then all has been well
But I fear things will get stranger

There's trouble brewing in the air
That much is easily seen
But what causes it I can not tell
Or what it could possibly mean

I haven't ever felt such dread
since the four founders parted
Slytherin betrayed the rest
And left them all downhearted

Though this is the tale I normally tell
The hour grows late
So I will sort you where you belong
And pray for your fate.

The hat fell silent. The hall remained silent with it. In the wake of the singing, the silence seemed very loud.

Finally, the old witch stuttered, "Er... Right... The sorting shall now begin... erm, 'Aark, Katie?'"

She read the name off of a long piece of parchment, and a scared looking girl stepped forward. Sorting had begun.

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"Adofo, Adrian."

Adrian stepped up to the hat without hesitation and slipped it over his head. The hat muttered to him.

"Stubborn, are we? Well, just remember, just because you think you're right doesn't make it true... RAVENCLAW!"

The blue-clad table stood up to welcome there new member. Adrian walked to the table, the hat's warning already slipping his mind. Who took advice from a hat, anyway?

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"Coles, Edith."

Eddy cringed. She hated the name Edith, and when you don't hate that many things, things you do hate get on your nerves.

She hesitantly walked up to the hat and slipped it over her auburn hair. She couln't see because the hat covered her eyes. The hat seemed to whisper in her ear as it talked to itself.

"Kind, loyal, caring... a fairly normal girl."

"If I was normal, I wouldn't be here." Eddy muttered before she could stop herself.

The hat only chukled mysteriously and yelled, "HUFFLEPUFF!"

Eddy slid off the stool she was sitting on and went to sit with the rest of her house.

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"Evangeletti, Marco."

Marc stepped up to the hat, acting like it was no big deal. The hat muttered, wheter to Marc or itself Marc wasn't sure.

"Cunning, self-preserving... all the trademarks off a SLYTHERIN!"

Well, that didn't take long, Marc thought as he joined the Slytherins at their table

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"Fauteen, Elliot."

Elliot strode confidently up to the hat, sure that he would get into the house he wanted. He slipped the hat on his head without even blinking. He kept his expression neutal as the hat began to talk.

"You are cunning, which is good for a Slytherin... you have a bad temper, too. But, I think underneath it all, you are a true and loyal friend, so... GRIFFINDOR!"

Elliot's eyes widened, and then his brow furrowed. He had to bite back the angry scream that built in his throat. Griffindor? Griffindor?! Even a two-year-old could se he was a Slytherin at heart.

As he sat down sullenly at the table, several girls cast him admiring looked. His frown deepened.

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"Johnson, Emily."

She walked up to the hat, almost tripping on her way.

Slipping it over her head, she heard the hat debating to itself.

"Hmmm... Honest, but not cunning, or brave. Voice of reason... a tough choice... I think Huff- no RAVENCLAW!"

Emily walked over to the Ravenclaws with a relieved smile.

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"Kennedy, Max."

Max, having seen countless other students d the same, walked up to the hat and put it on his head. He jumped when he heard the hat talking. Hats weren't supposed to sing or talk.

"Oh, my... haven't been doing our research, have we? Learn more about the wizarding world or you will be very confused. HUFFLEPUFF! That's the second table from the left, in case you didn't know."

Max, happy to be out of the limelight, scurried over to his table.

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" Matzini, Cassieopiea."

Cassie grimaced as the witch pronounced her first name wrong. Scorpius had been sorted right before her, being pronounced a "SLYTHERIN!" as soon as the ha touched is blonde head.

Cassie's hair was now fiery with parts of black in her hair that hadn't dried yet. She slipped the hat over her head, listening to it.

"Nothing to even think about, you are a true SLYTHERIN!"

Cassie tried not to smile as she went to sit by Scorpius.

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"Younkins, Hannah."

Hannah walked up to the hat. Reading Hogwarts, A History had prepared her for the hat talking to her.

"A very, very loyal friend I see. Smart, too... reminds me of the Granger girl. GRIFFINDOR!"

Hannah walked over to the table. She wondered who "the Granger girl" was. Maybe she'd read up on it later.

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After "Zabini, Blaise Jr." was given the house "SLYTHERIN!" the sorting was over, and the feast began.

Whew, long chapter. Thank you and please continue being patient. Also, I've got alot of complaints wondering why I'm only giving eight characters. It is because I have a very short attention span and can't handle that many characters. So I'm really sorry if your character wasn't picked. R&R!