Robert and Neville followed Professor McGonagall into the Great Hall along with the other first years. They were about to be sorted into their houses.
Robert looked over to nervous looking Neville. "Don't worry about it, Man. No matter what happens, you'll be alright."
"That's easy for you to say. Your parents are muggles. It doesn't matter to them what house you're in," Neville said.
"Yeah, I guess that's true, but remember what I said. It doesn't matter what others think. Just be who you are," Robert said.
They both watched as the sorting continued. Before long, Neville's name was being called. "Neville Longbottom."
"Go on, man. It's going to be fine," Robert encouraged.
Neville nodded and nervously made his way to the stool.
Robert watched as his new friend was being sorted. He was sitting there for about five minutes before the hat spit out "HUFFLEPUFF!"
Robert smiled. Apparently Neville had taken his advice. He gave Neville a smile and a thumbs up as he made his way to the Hufflepuff table.
The sorted continued in alphabetical order. Robert watched as the boy from the train, Draco Malfoy, was sorted into Slytherin. The 'M' names soon came and went much to Robert's surprise. His name should've been called by now. Why had they skipped over him? Was it a mistake?
"Harry Potter," Professor McGonagall called. She scowled as soon as she said it and went over to Dumbledore.
Robert, meanwhile, refused to move. That was not his name and he would not respond to it. It was bad enough that now everyone was whispering about him and would probably figure out who he was when the right name was actually called. He knew it wasn't a mistake either. His dad had warned him that old guy who ran this school would probably try something. This had been done intentionally.
Robert watched as an angry looking Professor McGonagall came back looking mighty upset. "Robert Morgan."
Robert slowly made his way over to the stool, where Professor McGonagall and the sorting hat were waiting for him. "I apologize, Mr. Morgan. The name was out of my mouth before I even realized it."
"It's okay, Professor," Robert said as he sat down on the stool. it wasn't really okay, but it wasn't the professor's fault either. She obviously hadn't been the one behind it.
The hat was soon placed on Robert's head. "Hmm. What do we have here? A mob child."
Robert was shocked. The hat knew who his father was and what he did. How the hell did it know that? Could it read his mind?
"Of course, boy. How else do you expect me to sort you? Now let's see where you belong. You have courage, but you always think things through and you have a deep sense of self-preservation. Not a bad mind either, but you prefer street smarts to book smarts. That leaves Ravenclaw out. What's this? You have a deep sense of loyalty. You've been taught to covet it beyond anything else. I think that settles it. "HUFFLEPUFF!"
Robert immediately got off the stool and went to sit at the Hufflepuff table. He sat next to Neville, who was staring at him in amazement. "What?" he asked. Though he could pretty much guess what was on his friend's mind. Neville had obviously put things together from the 'mix-up' with his name and figured out that he was born Harry Potter.
"You're Harry Potter," Neville said in awe.
Robert shrugged. "Yeah, I guess that's technically true, but I don't feel like him. My name's Robert Morgan. I'm the son of Jason Morgan. That's all I know. That's all I really want to know. I don't want to be anyone's hero."
"Well, then you're going to be mighty upset because here you are a hero," Neville said.
"Well, I don't want to be. Especially for something as ridiculous as simply not dying. So can we just forget the name I was born with?" Robert asked. He didn't want to be known for something that happened when he was a baby. Something he didn't even do. He wanted to be known for who he was and what he achieved/.
"I can, but I doubt anyone else will. You're a legend here. Everyone knows your name," Neville said.
"Then they know it's Robert. Anyway, let's change the subject. It looks like you took my advice," Robert said, referring to the sorting.
"Yeah. It wasn't easy and I know my gran is going to hate it, but you were right. I had to stay true to myself, and I'm a loyal Hufflepuff. That's just what I am," Neville said. It had been hard for him to go against his gran, but when the time came, he'd just looked over at Robert and realized that he was right. He had to do what was good for him, not anyone else.
"Me too apparently. Although, I hardly think a house defines who we are," Robert said. It was ridiculous to believe that the dorm they slept in made them who they were. First of all, they didn't even know who they were yet. They were only eleven. They were just beginning to find out who they were. For another, a stupid hat couldn't tell you who you are. Only you could decide that. That was something his father taught him a long time ago. He taught him that each person makes the decision to be who they wanted. No one could make that choice for them.
Robert and Neville watched the rest of the rest of the Sorting Ceremony and then ate dinner relatively quiet. They were then soon led out of the hall be the older students towards their common room.