The End of the Beginning (Draco Malfoy x Fem Reader)

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Sorting

      We watch as the children scurry off the train and the first years get into boats. They float across the water, Hagrid leading the way. The children arrive at the castle, chatting and exclaiming among themselves. 

       The first years are held back as the rest of the grades go inside to sit in the Hall. Headmistress McGonagall walks out shortly after, direct the first years into the castle to the Great Hall. 

         They gasp and whisper to each other as they gaze around the room. McGonagall leads them to the front and grabs out a piece of parchment.

"Hello everyone and welcome to Hogwarts. This here,"

She says motioning to the worn-down cap,

"Is the Sorting Hat."

There are cheers from everyone but the confused first years.

"The Sorting Hat will say a few things and then Sort the first years. Hat, if you will..."

The hat begins to speak.

         Welcome all, old and new

To Hogwarts where you all may view

Me on a stool at the start of each year

Watching the newcomers shake with fear

I warn you now, "Do not fret"

For I am far from a vicious pet

I just Sort you and then you are stuck

The House you are in has no correlation with luck

You may be Slytherin, cunning and sly

The House of our mighty saviour, who killed that one guy

Or maybe Ravenclaw, those witty ones with grace

Watch out, they will beat you in any mental race

Gryffindors, brave and loyal too

They prove themselves to be tried and true

Lastly, Hufflepuffs who seek friendship and ties

Rarely, but surely, they will tell lies

These Houses don't define you, but I choose them wisely still

I can see the future from every pen to every quill

Placed upon your head, I'll be, and shout it out I will

I am but a simple hat, tattered and torn

Now sit upon my stool so I have the chance to be worn

The Hat stops talking and McGonagall reads off the first name.

"Crouch, Allie."

A small, trembling girl, sits upon the stool.

Let her be...RAVENCLAW!

"Dursley, Cecilia."

HUFFLEPUFF!

"Longbottom-Lovegood, Delilah."

HUFFLEPUFF!

"Longbottom-Lovegood, Denu."

GRYFFINDOR!

"Malfoy, Orion."

Orion trips up to the stool and sits. Draco's portrait watches with bated breath.

SLYTHERIN!

Draco's portrait yells, "YES!"

"Potter, Albus."

SLYTHERIN!

"Riddle, Rudiger."

SLYTHERIN!

"Weasley-Granger, Rose."

RAVENCLAW!

"Weasley, Fred."

All of the portraits and ghosts go silent. One ghost floats up from his seat at the teacher's table and sits next to the stool. Fred walks up and the ghost speaks.

"Fred Weasley?"

FrW: Dad?

"What? No."

FrW: You look just like my father. Sorry.

"Is your dad George Weasley?"

FrW: Yes sir.

"Well, my name is Fred Weasley. I'm your dad's twin brother."

FrW: Woah. Hi Fred. I have a twin too.

"Go on, get sorted now."

Freddie sits on the stool.

SLYTHERIN!

"Just like your mother."

FrW: You knew my mum?

"If your dad did, then of course I did. Your mum and I...we were close."

FrW: That's--That's really cool to hear.

"Go sit with the Slytherins, Freddie."

FrW: I can't leave Figo.

"He'll be with you. Just watch."

"Weasley, Figo."

SLYTHERIN!

FiW: Just like Mum!

They walk back to the Slytherin table where multiple students try to introduce themselves at once.

FiW: Woah, guys, just one at a time.

FrW; Names, years, and parents.

"Malcolm Goyle, fourth-year, Gregory and Vincent Goyle."

"Nico McGonagall-Wilkins, fifth-year Prefect, Matrix and Olivia McGonagall-Wilkins."

FiW: There were a lot of first-year Slytherins.

"You guys know me. Christopher Weasley, third-year, Bill and Fleur Weasley."

"Delphini Lestrange, fifth-year Prefect, Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange."

FrW: Nice to meet you all.

"Yeah...real nice..."

They turn around to see the boy named Rudiger Riddle, sneering at them.

RR: Names Riddle, Rudiger Rile.

FiW: We know.

FrW: The Headmistress said your name.

RR: Well, just so you know, my grandfather was the Dark Lord.

FiW: That's not something to brag about.

RR: Yeah? Why not?

FiW: Our mother beheaded your grandfather when she was seventeen.

FrW: Suck it.

Riddle rolls his eyes and turns to face the front of the Hall as the last names get Sorted. 

"Now I would like to thank you all for politely cheering and not chanting like last year. I would also like to welcome our new Care of Magical Creatures teacher, Professor Weasley."

Charlie Weasley walks in from behind the teacher's table and sits next to Hagrid. Hagrid nods and smiles at him.

"I would also like to announce that next year I will be retiring from my role as Headmistress."

There are some groans and moans of disagreement from the students.

"Go ahead, now, feast."