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I quickly walk forward, trying to make this archaic sorting method go as quickly as possible, I'm sure the others are hungry. The stool radiates fear and anxiety as I sit on it. The hat is dropped on my head.

"Gah!" It shouts in my head, I have to stop myself from crying out too.

"You-" I start.

"I-"

"How-"

"What the devil?"

"I'm just-"

"Gah!" It shouts again. "Never in all my years have I ever had a student try and sort me!"

"Sort you?" I say, or think. "You're looking inside me – reading me."

"It's how I sort." The hat huffs. "You're the anomaly here, I see this power of yours." It says.

"So you can do what I do?" I try to ignore the flurry of information that flows into my head. Created in 1000AD by Rowena Ravenclaw because they wanted a better way of sorting students. She accomplished the whole task in 39 days.

"That's much more than I can do. I merely see the memories of whosoever I am placed upon. What you do is much, much more." It says mysteriously. "I see that you are disappointed, my apologies."

"Oh, it's not all bad." I give a mental shrug. "Although I can see that you've been vomited into 3 times, so forgive me for not wanting you on my head for much longer."

"Yes, quite why one would go for the hat, I don't know." It sighs. "Well then. Difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage – a sharp mind too. Oh ho ho, the thirst to prove yourself. Wise beyond your years, very much so. You would do well in any house, but-"

"You've got a sword inside you." I interrupt. "That's err … Not a common thing for hats. Godric's sword – Godric's LOST sword. I'll erm keep that to myself."

"I see not much is hidden from you, Young Potter." The hat laughs in it's gravelly voice.

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