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He moved along with the rest of the students to be, his heart much lighter. Professor McGonagall placed an old torn hat on a stool; the Sorting Hat, Harry thought, recognizing it from both Severus's and James's descriptions. Despite his anxiousness for the sorting ceremony, Harry had quite anticipated this moment. And not one to disappoint, a mouth-like slit appeared on the front of the hat, just above the rim, and the hat started singing;
"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 Hufflepuffs are true,
And unafraid of toil.
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you're 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 the Thinking Cap!
As everybody applauded the hat, Harry noticed professor McGonagall stepping forward once again, this time carrying with her a scroll that was apparently the list of all the first years, as she began calling them alphabetically. In the meantime, the young wizard was pondering on the words of the Thinking Hat; if it could see anything in ones mind, wasn't it dangerous that it would tell someone? Severus, after the matter had been thoroughly discussed, had pointed out that the spell which allowed the hat to work had it bound with the school and forced it to keep its secrets. What it saw inside the students' heads was part of the school's secrets so, the very same spell that kept it from being a simple hat, bounded it to keep whatever it saw to itself. But since the Hat wasn't the one he had fear of looking into his mind and telling, he did a quick check over his Occlumency shields.
Severus had warned him that the headmaster was a master Legillimens and had taught him the basics over the summer. He was nowhere near the potions master level yet of course but he had cultivated the ability to store his thoughts separately, raise a shield strong enough to alert him if someone tried to read his mind and give him just about enough time to flee and call for help.
"Granger Hermione!" The transfiguration professor exclaimed and the bushy hair witch they had encountered in the train moved excitedly towards the hat and all but pulled it onto her head. Harry noticed Adrian and Ron share a look and then cringe when she was sorted to Gryffindor; Ron even groaned in protest. Neville was sorted in Gryffindor, Draco Malfoy at Slytherin -oh the shock! He would have begged the hat if he wasn't already cut out for the House but Harry envied him a little for he would be in the same house as Severus- and then…
"Potter, Adrian!" The professor called and whispers spread in the Great Hall.
"Did she say Potter?" One asked.
"The Adrian Potter?" Someone inquired.
"That's what I heard!" Another agreed. Harry just rolled his eyes; frankly, Adrian hated the attention and he didn't want his brother to be uncomfortable in Hogwarts after dreaming of attending since before he could remember. In the meantime, Adrian had put on the Hat with a determined look; they didn't have to wait long; Gryffindor was what the Hat called before ten seconds had passed. Harry clapped harder than anyone else in the room as the table in the far left cheered. He could distinctly hear Fred and George chanting "We got Adrian! We got Adrian!"
"Potter, Harry!" McGonagall called, a small smile on her face. Harry walked with his head held high, stealing one last glance at Severus who nodded once in support. His name being called didn't cause any commotion but Harry liked it better this way. He pulled the Hat over his eyes and the Great Hall was lost from his sight.
"So the second Potter twin!" A voice whispered in his ear. "And you know some Occlumency! Quite impressive for someone your age! And now let's see what… Great Merlin!" The Hat exclaimed, quite at loss. "You, young Harry, hide more secrets than all the students I have ever had the pleasure to sort put together. And what you hide is… Astonishing!"
"You won't tell, will you?" Harry thought softly, cringing inwardly.
"Even if I wasn't forced to keep what I see for myself, I would not; I see how you protect your brother young Harry and it's admirable." The Hat then paused. "But where to put you? You're more than smart and knowledgeable so Ravenclaw would fit you; you're sly enough to hide your secrets so Slytherin would do too. And loyalty is right there along with bravery and chivalry, yes. But what would be best?"
"Doesn't something stick out?" The boy wondered, interested in the conversation; after all, how could he not want to know what a magical object which's job was to look into minds for centuries had to say about him?
"Everything in your mind sticks out, my dear!" The hat exclaimed. "What can I say? Is that Alchemy? Oh my boy, you know Alchemy! No matter what house you get sorted to, I'd advice you looked into the extra curricular activities the school has to offer!" The green eyed wizard mentally nodded, a soft smirk forming on his lips; this wasn't as bad as he had thought it would be. And as the hat kept deliberating and mumbling to itself about his characteristics -daring mixed with fluidity of thoughts and a certain disregard for the rules being the latest argument- Harry remembered Severus's words.
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