Sorting Hats’ other song

Warning: Mild Language, spoilers of 4th, 5th and 6th book
Disclaimer: Harry Potter books are not mine, or the characters, you’re just see the faking it trial

“That’s just impossible,” spit out Hermione right in front of me, “Muggles can’t do magic!”

“Well,” I said coolly—I found Hermione rather rude to me rather than the other two, “Dumbledore said that.”

“Professor,” Hermione corrected.

“There’s no need to call me Professor, Professor wannabe,” I said silently, copying Harry’s line in the sixth book. I really have this nerve when people are so annoying, “Besides, don’t tell me that you always use the professor word for them when you talk to each other. I mean… Can you just chill?”

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing,” I said, then this anger was just blurted out, “Fine, I’ll tell the truth!!! I’m sick okay? I just met you people and you’re like so rude to me!”

“We just met you like seconds ago,” Hermione snapped, “Don’t think that we’ll treat you that nicely.”

“Jeez, what’s wrong with you people,” I said angrily, “I thought the characters are suppose to be loyal, bla bla bla… and all that crap. I mean, you’re a Gryffindor. And now I met you, I’m done! You all are so sick!!”

“Fine, go wherever you want to go,” Hermione said coldly as she folded her arms on her chest.

I said curses words and made a rude hand gesture then walked away. I stopped then said, “Okay, I confess. I’m only mad with Granger. For you, Harry and Ron… I love you guys. Chao.”

I like to do that. Hehe. Well, I like to leave with a cool sense for the boys. Having my back written, I’m so cool, ya know? I don’t know why. It’s just cool. Maybe that’s because I’m addicted to boys. But I’m not saying I’m a cheap girl, ya know. I have strategies. I heard Ron whispered, “Cool.” Then I heard Hermione scoffing loudly and I heard their footsteps.

Now… Where am I going? I really want to see the Slytherin common room but I don’t think that they’ll ever accept me. I mean, I’m not even a muggle-born! Well, I guess I’ll just walk around.

I walked downstairs that seemed to be the hall staircase. It was so cool. All moving and everything. But this is just so boring. Everyone kept on looking at me. Is it my hair that’s blue or my pyjamas? I saw some small kids were like pointing at me then laughed.

“Naff off,” I said loudly, as I realised I was in the middle of the staircase and then it happened. Everyone were staring at me oddly, “God, screw you all!! Why are you all looking at me? Go back to your freaking classes, for crying out loud!”

I was about to take another step then an embarrassing event happened. I fell to the stair trap thingy. Everyone was laughing his or her tears out. God, I really hate that. I couldn’t take my feet off the trap. I just waited there. Maybe that’s the thing that I would do. Just sit there till classes are over. And no one care to even help me. I’m so pissed off. I thought I was about to get a great adventure around. And turned out I’m in this crappy trap staircase. I heard people pointing and pleased to see my there. My tears won’t fall off from my eyes. I’m a cool person. Cool people don’t cry because of this. I’m not a puss, honestly.

“Need a hand?”

“Don’t try to fix me, I’m not broken, ” I chanted whispering, copying Evanescence lyrics.

“I think the toffee got a bit overdosed,” the guy said to another dude, “This is brilliant. I mean look at her, her hair turned blue.”

“It wasn’t the toffee,” the other dude said to the dude, “I am positively sure that it was Ginny’s Bat Bogey hex that got a little bit expired.”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” the other dude said. They have the same voice by the way.

I wasn’t looking towards them, more like looking to the paintings. They’re really gorgeous. The time I heard the name Ginny. I looked back. It was the Prince of Prank. Fred and George!!!

“Fred! George!” I said, they looked a bit different. I mean, Oliver and James Phelps are like so cute. But they’re… CUTER!!!

“Do we know you?” Fred and George said awkwardly.

“Maybe her face changed too,” Fred whispered obviously, “I think its Angelina Johnson.”

“Angel, is that you? I’m sorry that I made your face like this!! But you could keep it, you’re prettier,” George said, “I love blue hair.”

“And blondies,” Fred continued

Guys. Dudes. Boys. Men. They’d be the same all over the world. Like blondes. I hate that. Well, my original colour for my hair is blonde. But that doesn’t mean that we’re the only girls that has to be chased by boys. I want to have my hair as a brunette.

“Okay, first things’ first—I’m not Angelina Johnsons,” I said, “It’s Urvi. And second thing’s… Could you help me from the stairs?”

“I can’t believe it,” George said as he closed his eyes and bend his head down as if he was disappointed on me, “Fred!! She didn’t say the magic word!!”

“Right you are, George,” Fred agreed and followed the way George was looking.

“Please,” I said sweetly.

“Pleasure,” Fred and George said together.

“Cheers,” I cheered, “I’m glad to see you all. It’s really great.”

“Like we know you or something,” Fred said.

“Fred, don’t be so rude,” George said, “We have to be nice to our future customers. And to our victims for our new inventions.”

“Whoa, if you’re looking for new victims—try to go for the first year. I would give a wager that they’d do it for pleasure,” I said.

“I was about to think of that,” Fred said, “What house are you in? And since when Hogwarts new uniform is pyjamas?”

“It’s pyjamas day, remember?” George said snorting.

“Anyway, aren’t you all going to go to your class?” I interrupted.

“Do you know what I love in sixth year?” Fred said questionably.

“We don’t have full classes everyday,” George said, “And we have our first period—free.”

“And the second, third… fourth,” Fred said continuously.

“Don’t be that overreacting,” George said, “Well, second we have free. Third fourth double herbology and divination. Fifth free. Sixth, our favourite subject. Lunch. In the afternoon we have double defence against the dark arts.”

“So could I just chill around you guys?” I said.

“Sure, but don’t you have class?”

“Oh, no. I don’t even know where to go and don’t even have any books for it!” I said.

“Cool.”

“Another lawbreaker.”

“Double cool.”

So there it goes. Just chilling around with twins of Weasleys. I know I’d love them. And they turned out to be really great—and cute. Haaha!! The time when they have lessons with teachers, I’d just walk around the corridor and singing songs that I remember and watched students looking at me awkwardly. I wonder where’s Filch? I wish I had something to do, or have my CD player.

“Hey, lunch is our next lesson,” Fred said after he checked his watch the time we were in the common room warming ourselves in the fireplace.

“I’ll be there,” I said but something interrupted me, there were something under the sofa the time I was sitting on the ground. I bent downwards then saw… I can’t believe what I just saw. There were the books. The HARRY POTTER BOOKS. Well, it was only from the fourth till sixth but still. What the hell?! Why are they dangling over there?

“Oh my god,” I whispered.

“What’s up mate?”

“Changing your hair to red?”

“Sorry, I got to go to Dumbledore,” I said urgently as I grabbed the books and hided it behind my back, “There’s something that I forgot.”

I ran as I carried the books. Why are they there? Is it the reason I’m here? In the Harry Potter world? I ran faster, and faster. Then—

BAM!

I crashed.

“Crying out loud,” someone groaned.

“Sorry,” I said apologizing, “I’ll save my apologize later—whoever you are—meet me in front of the staircase’s hall. I’ll say sorry later. I really have to go!!!” I didn’t see the person that I crashed because I was in a hurry.

“You just need to say I’m sorry and just go away you know?” the guy said.

“SORRY!!!!”

I rushed towards the gargoyle statue then—

“Cockroach Cluster!”

I hustled up the stairs as the gargoyle went to life then opened the Godric’s doorknob.

“Urvi nice to have you—”

“Professor,” I said quickly, “I think I have the reason why am I here.”

I showed the books. He looked at it. He flipped over the books and read the golden tracing of the fourth book saying Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

“These are the muggle books that’s telling about Harry’s life?” Dumbledore said.

“Apparently, yes,” I said, trying to take my breath, “Is it possible?”

“Well, I don’t think so,” Dumbledore said, “I don’t think such muggle books would give magical powers and transfer you to here.”

“So… How could I go back to my life? I’m not used to the atmosphere. People are like making fun of me,” I said complaining remembering of Hermione’s face just makes me want to barf.

“Urvi, go with the flow,” Dumbledore said patiently, “you’ll find yourself a clue.”

“Fine,” I grumbled, “But how could I get my wand, cauldron and books?”

“Didn’t you go to Hermione? She got everything, I gave your things.

“But I’m a muggle.”

“There’s a little thing called magic, Urvi,” Dumbledore said as I saw him winking.

I smiled back then said thanks.

“Could I keep the books, Urvi? If you don’t mind.”

I nodded.

As I reached in front of the great halls’ door, a person was like just standing in the middle of the marble floors. Was he the one that I bumped into? I walked closer to him then he looked at me. He looked so nervous—which made him rather cute.

“Are you the dude that I crashed into?” I said silently.

“I guess,” the boy said, I saw his badge was a shining Griffin.

“I’m really sorry,” I said, “I’m Urvi, in case you don’t know.”

“Neville Longbottom,” he said nervously.

“Oh, cool!” I said, “How’s your grandmother?”

“Oh, perfect, I guess,” he replied anxiously.

“Let’s have lunch together,” I said, “I’m starving to death.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Having people not to know you while you know them is really awkward. It’s weird. It’s like we’re meeting celebrities. We know them, but they don’t know us. I hate his feeling.

I saw Dumbledore was already there—he’s fast. Then I saw a stool standing in front of the teachers’ table and a mangy old wizard hat sitting on it. Don’t tell me they’re making the sorting hat on day. I thought it’s in dinner.

Dumbledore stood as he saw me in front of the door standing beside Neville.

“Some announcement we have to make!” Dumbledore cheered, “There’s a new student that just came. It’ll be a pleasure that you students treat her nicely!! She’d be sorted now and let’s just keep ourselves silent for a few seconds. Urvi Sower, if you please.”

I grinned lightly towards hundreds of students eyeing on me. I heard someone whispering ‘the freak’ and ‘blue hair girl’. It seems some rumours has been spreading around. I walked towards the stool. The hat sprang to life. It started singing:

Oh what a pleasure to be here
Lets’ just give us a cheer
Another student to be sorted
Which house would she be courted
Is it Gryffindor with brave hearts?
Or Ravenclaws that would make charts?
Hufflepuff that would bring the teamwork?
Or Slytherin that would simply give the impressive smirk?
Gryffindor would take her if she’s brave enough
Ravenclaw would take her if she has a brain that’s tough
Hufflepuff would take her if she’s in neither
Slytherin would take her if she has the pure blood from her father
So put me on and I’ll see
Which side would you be
They don’t call me the sorting hat
So let’s go inside your mind and have a chat

Whoa. It was really cool. The sorting made the song just for me! Yahoo…!! I smiled and heard applauds. I followed them by clapping then saw Dumbledore gave me the sign to sit down and he himself put the hat on me.

I could hear the Sorting Hat whispering to my mind. Then there it was, starting to chant something.

Hmm… Interesting, very interesting. You seem to be brave but the fact the slyness that you got is hidden…

I’m a muggle, idiot!

Wizards and muggles are almost the same. They have same mind as others.

Oh, just sort me to Gryffindor, what’s the great deal?

I’m the Sorting hat, I’m the one that’d sort you!!

Fine, just make it quick, I’m so hungry

“You’ll be in—!”
 

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