The Sorting

DISCLAIMER : I do not own Harry Potter. Surprise surprise.

Author's note : This is my first fanfic so please bear with me. In Italics are the sentences I borrowed from Philosopher's Stone.

"Potter, Harry!"

As Harry stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.

"Potter, did she say?"

The Harry Potter?"

The last thing Harry saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at him. Next second he was looking at the black inside of the hat. He waited.

Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, you will make a nice addition to Ravenclaw."

"But I don't really like to study. I only like to read those books which are interesting." Harry replied hesitantly.

" It's sad that the students of Rowena 's house study for getting good marks, not for knowledge. I have met only few people with the thirst for knowledge." said the hat sorrowfully.

"But what if i am not smart enough? " asked Harry, still unsure. Now that he concentrated on his surroundings, he heard loud whispers and grumbling from the idly entertained the idea that maybe he broke the record for the longest sorting.

"Everyone always assumes that all the Ravenclaw focus more on academics . Some like to focus more on the arts than anything else. And some may have a completely unique specialty. " The hat answered.

" If you say so. And Ravenclaw sounds interesting. Anywhere but Slytherin."

" Then it's decided. Better be RAVENCLAW!