When the sorting was about to begin, Ginny saw Harry sitting with Professor Dumbledore. No, wait. Harry was standing next to Ginny. How could he be in two places at once? She looked confusedly between the two Harrys.
Harry noticed she seemed to be shaking her head repeatedly and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Who's sitting next to Dumbledore with the black hair?"
"You mean the one with the long black hair and hooked nose? That's Professor Snape."
"No, on his other side."
Harry could see why she was so confused. But instead of explaining who was really sitting next to Dumbledore, he decided to have some fun.
"You mean me?" he asked trying to keep a straight face.
"You? How can that be you if your right here?"
"Does it look like me?" She nodded. "Then who else could it be? My brothers all have red hair, so it can't be one of them..."
"Harry Potter! That's your father isn't it?"
He nodded, "Took you long enough."
"That's why you were laughing! He's the Defense teacher isn't he?"
"When I call your name, you will come to the stool and the hat will decide which house to which you belong." The stern looking witch said while holding a tattered wizard's hat.
"Great, I completely missed the song! If you had just told me who that was, I could have paid attention!"
"It says the same thing every year, Gryffindor's brave, Hufflepuff's loyal, Ravenclaw's smart and Slytherin's ambitious."
"I know, but still."
At this, Ron stood up in his seat and started cheering, Hermione turned very red.
The hat had barely touched the top of the boys blond head before shouting,
Parkinson, Pansy, was also sorted into Slytherin and twin girls, Patil, and Patil were split into Ravenclaw and Gryffindor.
"Good luck, Harry." Ginny whispered as he went to sit down on the stool. It seemed Harry was the exact opposite of Malfoy, Draco. As soon as the hat was on his head, it called,
There was an eruption of applause from the red-heads at the Gryffindor table. Professor Potter at the teachers table looked proud as his son took his place by his brothers.
There were only three people other than Ginny left to be sorted.
Then it was Ginny's turn.
"Did she say Weasley?"
"The Ginny Weasley?"
The sorting hat covered half of her face. A soft voice spoke into her ear "Difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage, not dumb, yet not brilliant. Talent, Merlin yes, there's talent. A great thirst to prove yourself...but where to put you?
Gryffindor, please, Gryffindor.
"Why? Oh yes, you're starting to like that Potter boy aren't you? Yes I see. But are you sure? You could be great and Slytherinwill help you on your way. No doubt about that. Well if you're sure... Fine then, GRYFFINDOR!"
She was so relieved that she hardly noticed that she was greeted by the loudest cheer yet. The entire table was standing and cheering as if they had just won a Quidditch match. She sat down next to Harry and all the other Potters shook her hand. Though even as he did, Ron couldn't take his eyes off Hermione, who was sitting in between Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown.
"I'm muggle-born by the way, what are you all?" she asked the table at large.
Ginny said pureblood, Harry, the rest of the Potters, and Seamus Finnegan all were half-bloods, and Dean Thomas was also a muggle-born.
The feast was wonderful, if Ginny were to say so herself. Soon she was ushered upstairs to the Gryffindor dormitories by Percy Potter, and laid down in the room she shared with Hermione, Lavender, and Parvati.
She decided that overall, it had been a great day.