Moments later, Flitwick came running back and tried to grab the attention of the new students. When they carried on talking in their anxious mutters, he sighed, rolled his eyes and sent small green sparks up into the air. "Excuse me!" He squeaked. Once he had their full attention, he cleared his throat and began. "Hogwarts is a school which is looked up to, many, many students leave here with the best O.W.Ls and N.E.W.Ts to give them their dream jobs within our world. This may not seem such an important thing to you now, but many famous witches and wizards attended this school, Dumbledore -rest his soul- is among them. Other students who have gone on to do great things include Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, who, I believe, have blood relatives standing in this very room." Flitwick looked towards Albus and Rose, as did everyone else in the room. "Send my love to your parents," Flitwick whispered, making both Rose and Albus go bright red.
"Where was I? Ah yes!" Flitwick shook his head "Yet another great student who attended this school includes your very own Herbology teacher, Professor Longbottom. He was one of the few people who were able to draw the sword of Godric Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat, then used it to contribute to the killing of the Dark Lord. Now, as you walk into the Great Hall, you will line up alphabetically, then I will call your name out. You will then put a hat onto your head, which will then decide which house you are going to be in for your seven years here at Hogwarts. Any questions?" No one asked anything, most likely out of shire terror.
As they were lead through the massive doors into the Great Hall, thousands of eyes stared at them. They were brought to a sudden halt, where they checked to make sure that they were in the correct order. Then, gasps of astonishment could be heard as the Great Hall seemed to have no ceiling! Then Albus remembered that his father had told him it had been enchanted to look like the sky at that present time. Nevertheless, it didn't fail to impress him.
At the top of the hall stood a small three-legged , on top of which sat a very old and very worn hat. The hushed whispers that greeted them into the Hall now disappeared, as every pair of eyes fell upon the ancient hat. It then began to twitch, then a rip near the brim opened wide, much like a mouth, and began to sing:
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
you might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindor's apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Huffelpuffs 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.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a thinking cap!"
The Hall exploded in applause. Albus was pretty sure that Hogwarts could not get any better, but then he remembered all the stories his parents had told, and realised this, was just the begging.