Chapter Ten • The Sorting✔︎

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10 - The Sorting

“Potter, Harry,” called McGonagall. Whispers flew through the hall at the mention of the famous boy’s name. 

“Silence!” Yelled Dumbledore. The hall fell silent. 

Of course, everyone listens to the so-called “great light leader.” Lyra thought. 

Meanwhile, the sorting hat and Harry had been in deep conversation. 

“You’ve been taking credit for something that wasn’t you,” the sorting hat said to Harry. 

“Shut up, you big dirty hat,” Harry thought bitterly. 

“You could do well here…” the hat muttered. 

“You put me anywhere other than Gryffindor and I will rip you to shreds,” Harry threatened angrily. 

“Just remember, the truth will prevail,” warned the hat. “Better be… Gryffindor!” 

Cheers erupted from the Gryffindor table as Harry went to go sit with them. 

“Potter, Lyra!” McGonagall called next. 

Lyra walked up to the hat. Once the hat was placed on her head, it started to talk to itself. 

“Oh… yes…” it muttered slowly. At last, the hat called out, “Gryffinpuff Heir!”

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