Two Slytherins, Two Gryffindors

What if Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Blythe Vague were related? What if they were quadruplets? (That means four kids born at about the same time from the same mother) The cover was made by Amour Cliffy Kitty. So all of the credit goes to her for making the cover.


8. Ronald Weasley

As the quartet walked into the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts, their eyes darted around and everything seemed to be influenced by magic. They walked into a chamber and came to a halt. A red headed boy walked up to them.

"The name's Weasley, Ron Weasley."

Draco sniggered and the boy turned around and faced him.

"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Blonde hair, no freckles, and new robes. You must be a Miasae." Ron said.

"No doubt you'll all be in Slytherin where all the slimy evil people go."

Harry stuck his tongue out at the boy, and he rared back, ready to punch. Professor McGonagall walked in as soon as Harry pulled his tongue back into his mouth.

"Mr. Weasley."

"Sorry, Professor."Ron said.

Harry smirked and Ron made a face. The first years started walking through the shiny red oak doors and into the Great Hall. They crowded around the stage and watched Professor McGonagall set up a stool and sit a hat down on it. A rip right above the brim opened wide like a mouth.

"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 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 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,

Where you'll meet your real friends,

Those cunning folk 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!"




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