Their World in my Hands

My choices can change the lives of the ones I love, the ones I hate and the ones I don't know. I am a witch, an undetectable. It's all new to me, I could lead us to greatness or to devastation and I'm not ready for the power, but I have to be. Everyone's relying on me, I have their world in my hands and I cannot let them down...

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27. The Sorting

I had never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. The tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. The hundreds of faces staring at us looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. I looked upward and saw The velvety black ceiling dotted with stars.

Every student out there was staring at us. Many of them were hovering over their seats, trying to get a better view. I looked up at the teachers' table. Professor Flitwick was standing at the owl podium where Dumbledoor once stood. He had a few boxes stacked upon one another so he could see over the wings. Beside his empty seat was professor Mcgonagall, Hagrid was at the end of the table beside professor Longbottom but they were the only teachers I recognised.

We lined up in front of the table and faced the crowd. I didn't know how much these people knew about us but they must know we aren't the traditional first years...

Professor Flitwick's voice came across magnified over the great hall. "As you already know, these are the late students, Some of you may have seen them around campus, they have been training hard to fit into their respectable years and now they are ready."

He sat down as professor Mcgonagall stood "When I call your name you are to come foreward and sit on the stood." She waved toward the battered old wooden stool with the sorting hat resting on top of it. One of the seams in to mouth reared open and it began to sing.

A thousand years or more ago

When I was newly sewn,

There lived four wizards of renown,

Whose names are still well known:

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,

Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,

Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,

Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,

They hatched a daring plan

To educate young sorcerers

Thus Hogwarts School began.

Now each of these four founders

Formed their own house, for each

Did value different virtues

In the ones they had to teach.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

if you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folks use any means

To achieve their ends.

Now slip me snug about your ears,

I've never yet been wrong,

I'll have a look inside your mind

And tell where you belong!

The room burst into applause as the seam in the hat closed.

"Armatitch, Matthew"

The burley fifth year boy stepped foreword. I realised that he wouldn't be fifth year anymore. He would be sixth, that means I would be fifth... The year I choose my occupation.

"Slytherin!" - No surprises there

"Weasley, Rose"

I saw Albus in the crowd craning to get a look at her. I caught his eye and gave him a nervous smile.

"Griffindor!"

My hopes deflated... I thought Rose and I would be in Ravenclaw together, I would never be in Griffindor... Never in my wildest dreams. I was happy that she would be in the same house as her cousin, but not me...

"Malfoy, Scorpius"

"Slytherin!"

Scorpius went and sat down with the cheering witches and wizards in green.

"Williams, Grace"

I gave myself a few moments of preparation before taking a step foreword. Everyone eyes were on me. I could see Rose giving me the thumbs up in the corner of my eye but ignored her. I couldn't face the disappointment when I get put into a different house.

I got one last fleeting glance of the room before the hat was lowered upon me and it all went black.

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