There And Back Again: A Grimm Tale
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Getting It Sorted
AN: MWA-HA! Tis I! And with a new chapter too. Here’s the sorting Kiddie’s. Read, review all that jazz!
Chapter 6: Getting It Sorted
Kadrin and Regulus had been sitting in the little room off of the great Hall for what felt like hours now. Kadrin sat with her back against the wall, long legs crossed at the ankles. A book hung neglected from pale fingers as she watched her brother pace. He’d been agitated since they had been to Diagon Ally. Before their Father had seen Regulus’ new Sid Vicious look.
THAT had been a conversation and a half! Neither of the Snape men were known for their sweet temperament. But, seeing as how Regulus hadn’t had to change tit too much to satisfy his father –keeping the hair, but no jewellery or make-up during school hours- it didn’t explain why he was so worked up. And he wasn’t talking either, just wearing a hole in the flagstones.
“What’s wrong?” She couldn’t take his silence anymore. It just wasn’t Regulus’ natural state.
“Dunno.” Regulus replied, finally coming to a halt and flopping down into a sprawl next to his sister. “Feel funny.”
“Funny how?”
“Dunno! It’s just…Harry!”
“Harry? What about Potter?”
“Dunno. Christ I sound like a Hufflepuff!” He growled, pinching his nose in frustration. “He-I-He needs looking after! He shouldn’t be left with those….Muggles!”
“This was new. Regulus wasn’t one to take such an intense liking to people. Especially someone whose name practically sent their father into an apoplectic fit.
But further questioning would have to wait as McGonagall chose that moment to lead the rest of the first years into the room. The twins rose to their feet as the others filed in filling the room. Easily looking over the heads of their peers they tuned out the Professor’s stern voice as they scanned the faces.
There was the pale blonde Kadrin had befriended in Madame Malkin’s. If you could call trying to out-snark and out-sneer each other as an attempt at friendship. Draco Malfoy. At the moment he was scowling at Harry who was standing as far away as possible in the small room, next to a gangly redhead with a dirty smudge on his nose. A Weasley unless Kadrin’s eyes were deceiving her. They both began to push their way through the crowd. Arriving just behind the two boys who were talking in quiet voices.
“There’s not a witch or wizard who went bad who was not in Slytherin!” The redhead declared.
“Hm. Yes. And everyone of them bears the mark of Cain so their inherent evil is there for all to see! Idiot Boy!” Kadrin sneered as the pair whipped round.
“I think you’ll find Mr. Weasley.” Regulus added.” that everyone of us has the same capacity for good or evil regardless of what house they are placed in.”
Kadrin sniffed disdainfully, her nostrils flaring dramatically. “Ignorant bigotry is endemic to all Pureblood families. Even the sainted Weasleys. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m leaving before my brains disintegrate completely by association.” And with that she swept away and was soon in discussion with Draco.
“Might’ve known a SNAPE would be all palls with that slimy sod!” the boy grumbled as his ears turned red to match his hair.
“That Snape’s my sister Weasley.” Regulus snarled menacingly. “Watch your tone when you speak of her!” He was prevented from continuing by a tap on the shoulder. He turned and came face to face with McGonagall.
“The Sorting Ceremony is about to begin.”
HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP
The students all stared at the dirty, patched hat that McGonagall placed on the stool. A rip near the base opened wide like a mouth and it began to sing.
‘Oh, you may not think I’m pretty,
But don’t judge by what you see,
I’ll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat then 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 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 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!’
“When I call your name,” McGonagall declared “you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted.”
Harry watched as the others were sorted. Malfoy went to Slytherin practically without the hat touching his head. Hermione and Neville –He of the escapologist toad- were both to Gryffindor, and then…
“Potter, Harry!”
.
.
.
.
.
“GRYFFINDOR!”
“Snape, Kadrin!”
.
.
.
“SLYTHERIN!”
Harry saw the dark, hook nosed wizard next to Professor Quirrel smirk in approval as Kadrin took her place next to Draco.
“Snape, Regulus!”
.
.
.
And thus endeth the chapter.
Kidding!
.
.
.
“GRYFFINDOR!”
The hall fell silent as Regulus snatched the hat from his head and stared askance at it. McGonagall looked horrified before she controlled her expression and shoo-ed Regulus to his seat.
“My dad’s gonna shit Bludgers.” The boy muttered as he sat next to Harry pointedly not looking at the head table where the dark wizard looked as if he wanted to take a pair of garden sheers to the offending item.
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Chapter 6: Getting It Sorted
Kadrin and Regulus had been sitting in the little room off of the great Hall for what felt like hours now. Kadrin sat with her back against the wall, long legs crossed at the ankles. A book hung neglected from pale fingers as she watched her brother pace. He’d been agitated since they had been to Diagon Ally. Before their Father had seen Regulus’ new Sid Vicious look.
THAT had been a conversation and a half! Neither of the Snape men were known for their sweet temperament. But, seeing as how Regulus hadn’t had to change tit too much to satisfy his father –keeping the hair, but no jewellery or make-up during school hours- it didn’t explain why he was so worked up. And he wasn’t talking either, just wearing a hole in the flagstones.
“What’s wrong?” She couldn’t take his silence anymore. It just wasn’t Regulus’ natural state.
“Dunno.” Regulus replied, finally coming to a halt and flopping down into a sprawl next to his sister. “Feel funny.”
“Funny how?”
“Dunno! It’s just…Harry!”
“Harry? What about Potter?”
“Dunno. Christ I sound like a Hufflepuff!” He growled, pinching his nose in frustration. “He-I-He needs looking after! He shouldn’t be left with those….Muggles!”
“This was new. Regulus wasn’t one to take such an intense liking to people. Especially someone whose name practically sent their father into an apoplectic fit.
But further questioning would have to wait as McGonagall chose that moment to lead the rest of the first years into the room. The twins rose to their feet as the others filed in filling the room. Easily looking over the heads of their peers they tuned out the Professor’s stern voice as they scanned the faces.
There was the pale blonde Kadrin had befriended in Madame Malkin’s. If you could call trying to out-snark and out-sneer each other as an attempt at friendship. Draco Malfoy. At the moment he was scowling at Harry who was standing as far away as possible in the small room, next to a gangly redhead with a dirty smudge on his nose. A Weasley unless Kadrin’s eyes were deceiving her. They both began to push their way through the crowd. Arriving just behind the two boys who were talking in quiet voices.
“There’s not a witch or wizard who went bad who was not in Slytherin!” The redhead declared.
“Hm. Yes. And everyone of them bears the mark of Cain so their inherent evil is there for all to see! Idiot Boy!” Kadrin sneered as the pair whipped round.
“I think you’ll find Mr. Weasley.” Regulus added.” that everyone of us has the same capacity for good or evil regardless of what house they are placed in.”
Kadrin sniffed disdainfully, her nostrils flaring dramatically. “Ignorant bigotry is endemic to all Pureblood families. Even the sainted Weasleys. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m leaving before my brains disintegrate completely by association.” And with that she swept away and was soon in discussion with Draco.
“Might’ve known a SNAPE would be all palls with that slimy sod!” the boy grumbled as his ears turned red to match his hair.
“That Snape’s my sister Weasley.” Regulus snarled menacingly. “Watch your tone when you speak of her!” He was prevented from continuing by a tap on the shoulder. He turned and came face to face with McGonagall.
“The Sorting Ceremony is about to begin.”
HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP
The students all stared at the dirty, patched hat that McGonagall placed on the stool. A rip near the base opened wide like a mouth and it began to sing.
‘Oh, you may not think I’m pretty,
But don’t judge by what you see,
I’ll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat then 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 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 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!’
“When I call your name,” McGonagall declared “you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted.”
Harry watched as the others were sorted. Malfoy went to Slytherin practically without the hat touching his head. Hermione and Neville –He of the escapologist toad- were both to Gryffindor, and then…
“Potter, Harry!”
.
.
.
.
.
“GRYFFINDOR!”
“Snape, Kadrin!”
.
.
.
“SLYTHERIN!”
Harry saw the dark, hook nosed wizard next to Professor Quirrel smirk in approval as Kadrin took her place next to Draco.
“Snape, Regulus!”
.
.
.
And thus endeth the chapter.
Kidding!
.
.
.
“GRYFFINDOR!”
The hall fell silent as Regulus snatched the hat from his head and stared askance at it. McGonagall looked horrified before she controlled her expression and shoo-ed Regulus to his seat.
“My dad’s gonna shit Bludgers.” The boy muttered as he sat next to Harry pointedly not looking at the head table where the dark wizard looked as if he wanted to take a pair of garden sheers to the offending item.
So what did you think? Huh? HUH? I’m thinking one more scene from first year. Troll or Mirror. Vote by pressing that review button.