The Sorting

                                    

                                          
(A/N) Alright, this came out alright. Not my best work I'll admit but I hope you'll still enjoy it anyway! Now, something important for this chapter:
                          
'Thought Speech'
                          
Enjoy it Lovelies!
                          
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 McGonagall lead us through the rather large doorway and into the walkway just outside of the main hall. The second I stepped through the doorway and into the foyer I felt a comforting magic surround me, swirling around me for a moment before most of it departed. I felt some still followed me, it's motherly presence comforting me as my nerves began to pick up. Was that Hogwarts? I'd heard the founders each put some of their magic into the building to keep the magic flowing but I didn't realize how present it was and how human like it could feel. The magic urged me forwards, pulling me towards the front of the group where there were few students as their anxiety seemed to be getting the better of them. I smiled as I felt it swirl around me one last time before departing into the walls to keep watch, the lasting energy keeping me feeling strong and confident, at least until the doors opened. That was when my stomach dropped, I had never liked crowds and this is a very large one. McGonagall lead us inside, a few students in front of me, and my senses were severely bombarded with several scents at once. For one, the smell of the students, each one had their own individual scent and when all of it mixed together it was a lot to deal with at once, I quickly shut off that overly sensitized ability so I wouldn't keel over. Next was all the sounds, chatter picked up as we entered, all of us completely soaked even though it was clear as day out and some still with the leftover smiles on their faces, it was overwhelming but I kept the ability up to make sure no one pulled something. The final extremely overdone sense was the emotions in the room. The feelings flew around so quickly it was impossible to tell who felt what and what it was the feeling represented, the only clear emotion I could make out was the anxiety and excitement for the first years that surrounded me. I sighed, already getting a headache from it all and looked up, only to meet eyes with the devil himself. I felt my lips try to pull back at the horrid person that sat in the headmaster seat but I held it back before forcing a smile onto my face, trying desperately to keep the façade up. The sick twinkle in his eye brightened and he smiled with a disgusting motive back, his perverse emotions reaching me even through all the emotions around the room. I quickly looked away, before I snapped. I glanced at the Gryffindor table, seeing Granger and the Weasel looking around, presumably for me, although I highly doubted they really cared. I looked around a bit more and saw Percy conversing with an older girl next to him as Neville sat across from them ignoring the likely very boring conversation in favor of looking through the first years until his eyes landed on my and he smiled, waving. I grave him a small smile back with a quick wave before I continued my assessment. I looked around but didn't see anyone else I recognized, not even Conner, maybe they were given an extra assignment or something? I shook my head before moving to the Ravenclaw table, seeing Luna speaking to some other students from our grade that looked almost disgusted to be talking with her. I growled a bit before looking elsewhere, seeing Cedric talking easily with Penelope, she was a fifth year. They seemed fine and the others at their table barely even looked their way. I sighed finally looking and the Slytherin table who all where quietly talking to one another, Blaise and Draco talking to Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle who all seemed to be pretty happy and easy going. I wonder how much of my perspective was changed because of those potions. I didn't even realize it but the sorting had started and my name was getting closer and closer on the list. I tuned back into McGonagall and she called out for someone called Jack Rellup. Odd name that was. 
 "Hadrian Riddle!" Dumbledore went completely still, his face freezing into one of shock and a bit of fear. I calmly walked up to the platform, pretending to not notice the horrified look Dumbledore gave me and simply looking a bit nervous for the sorting. The Sorting Hat was placed on my head, just barely staying above my eyes and I immediately felt a presence trying to enter my mind, one that was trying to disguise its self as the sorting hat. I clamped my mind down, just as Snape had taught me all those years ago, even though in reality it wasn't really teaching, more of torture. I was surprised how quickly it worked as the presence was immediately gone and I felt some pain from whoever was trying that. 
 "You'll have to let me in eventually you know." The sorting hat chuckled, seemingly unaware that someone just tried something very bad. I gently opened a small crack in my mind walls and showed him the memory quickly as I kept the rest of my defenses on high alert. I felt the surprise radiating off of him, and he apologized for his ignorance. Of course I shook it off and let him into the rest of my mind hearing his monologue clear as day.
 'Oh, so you where the young Potter boy. I hope you won't second guess my judgement again.' I felt shame grip me at the memory and quietly whispered a no. I heard the one sitting on my head sigh, 'now now, you didn't know. Hmm.' I felt him shift through more of my memories, 'ahh, you are the heir, well I can't honestly sort you then. Besides, you have too many of all of the houses in you.' I felt my panic spike for a moment, what would Dumbledore do if he knew that I was the heir? He'd never take his eyes off of me! I heard yet another sigh from above me. 'Yes I suppose that would be a problem, but I'm supposed to be impartial to all' I sighed, accepting that this year was about to get a lot harder. 'But I guess I can make an exception here, but I will only put you in one house, where I originally wanted to put you. It will make it difficult for you but that is the only way you will be put into a house. Understand.' 
 'Yes.' I finally responded. I hadn't realized it at first but the sorting hat had been talking in my head for the entire time. 'Thank you sir' I heard a hearty laugh above me.
 'No no no, you are the heir, call me Alexander.' I smiled, sending my thanks as I waited for the final verdict to be yelled to all of the hall.
 "SLYTHERIN!"