Fic: Second Thoughts
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snorkackcatcherThis is the Sorting Hat oneshot that's been sitting on my hard disk for a couple of months, so I thought it was about time I finally polished it up for show while it’s still canon-plausible. It's been posted at Chamber of Secrets, and can also be found below. Not much point in submitting it to FA, by the time it gets posted HBP will probably be here. :)
Summary: Someone tries on the Sorting Hat again, and is surprised to find it in a chatty mood - willing to explain how it makes its decisions, and that one in particular it has second thoughts about ...
Well, hello.
Curious about what would happen if you tried me on again, eh? Wondered what else I might be able to do other than just Sort (and drop swords on people’s heads)? You’re not the first student ever to do this, you know, oh no – not by a long chalk. And I dare say you won’t be the last.
No, don’t apologise. I hear you’ve been called in for a talk with the Headmaster? Don’t worry, young man, he only wants to hear your story again in more detail, now that things have calmed down a bit. You’re not in trouble for anything. Not after all you’ve done.
Yes, what you’ve done. You’ve done so much more than you give yourself credit for. I get to hear about these things, you know, and I can see what’s in your head, remember ... No, don’t take me off just yet, young fellow! I know hearing my thoughts inside your head alarms you after what you’ve been through, but what I do won’t leave scars.
And it’s such an occasional pleasure for me to be able to talk to somebody, rather than justv sit here and listen. I don’t have the chance to do that very often.
What do I do all year, you wonder? A very fair question. I actually spend a great deal of my time in quiet reflection. Well ... to be absolutely honest with you, dear boy, I suppose I don’t really have much else to do with it. Just my one moment of glory every September, when I sing my little song and then decide which Houses the new students of Hogwarts will be placed in, and then it’s back on the shelf for another year.
Ah, I see you’ve discussed this before. Very perceptive of you. You were right, you know – it actually can be a pretty boring life being a Hat. But I can’t spend all year composing my song for the next Sorting. So, quiet reflection it is.
Fortunately, you can pick up quite a lot to reflect about even while left on a shelf – if that shelf happens to be in the Head’s office at Hogwarts, that is. I’ve heard many interesting conversations here over the years, especially when the Head plays a role outside the school, as this one does. I take in all the reports that come to them. And the portraits go out of their way to tell the rest of us in the office anything they’ve picked up on their travels, you know. I think they like to chat as well.
Yes, come to think of it, it must be a pretty boring life being a portrait too, mustn’t it?
Naturally, I reflect most often upon the young men and women whose heads I have looked into, and on how my decisions turned out. You’re surprised to hear that, aren’t you? Didn’t think I ever had any doubts? Perhaps I may be a little overconfident at times. I even recall claiming I’ve ‘never yet been wrong’ in one of my recent songs. You wondered about that? To be honest with you lad, it’s possible I’ve made that claim quite a number of times over the years. Well, after more than a millennium in the same job, you’re bound to repeat yourself occasionally, aren’t you?
I’d like you to know that at the time I was certainly sincere – but, to answer the question you weren’t sure if it would be polite to ask, yes I do sometimes have second thoughts about my judgments, in the light of how they turned out. Not every Sorting is an easy one, you see; not every decision turns out quite the way I expected it to; events can make or break a student who would have done well in the House in which I placed them under normal circumstances, but would have been better off in another House as things turned out. I’m not blessed with Seer powers, you know.
What am I blessed with then, you ask? A perfectly reasonable thing to wonder, and I’m glad you asked me that. I’ll do my very best to answer you. As everyone knows – well, everyone who’s actually listened to my songs at the Welcoming Feasts, rather than the rumblings of their stomach, that is – the four Founders of this noble school put some brains into me. They put a little bit of themselves into me, in fact, which let me tell you was a pretty amazing feat of magic for its day. They placed a charge on me to use this intimate knowledge of how they thought about potential students, together with anything I could learn over the years, to determine which candidates should go into which House – just as if they were still here in person to do it themselves.
I must admit, I was just as nervous about my first Sorting as you were – ah, you didn’t know a Hat could be nervous, did you? But after that first time, all four of them were kind enough to tell me they were happy with what they’d been given, and would have done much the same in my place. That gave me such a great deal of confidence for the future.
I can sense you’re impressed, and so you should be! I really am a very remarkable magical object, and I can say without undue modesty that Hogwarts is lucky to have me.
And you’re quite curious about what I’ve just told you, aren’t you? You can’t help but wonder exactly how the Founders divided up their new students. Well, as I’ve told you in my Songs, they each had their own particular ideas of what a model student would look like. Naturally, they all tried to earmark the ones they most wanted for their Houses. Often, they got their own way; there were always some candidates who fitted one of their stereotypes so precisely and so exclusively that the others let them be claimed without objection. But as for the rest of them – well naturally, there was a lot of horse-trading involved in order to decide which of them would be teaching which students. Not to mention a fair few arguments.
Yes, I did say arguments. Confidentially, dear boy, they used to argue like cats and dogs quite often. It didn’t prevent them working together, of course – if they hadn’t all been such good friends in the first place, this school would never have survived its first few years. Nothing changes, eh? I understand Godric, Salazar, and Rowena were always insistent about getting their favourites. Even Helga sometimes dug her heels in and demanded that she be given a student she particularly liked the look of. You know, I suspect they were all quite glad when Godric came up with the idea of using me instead? It meant they could shift the blame if they didn’t like how the decisions turned out. And they could pretend to be entirely neutral about them. It sounds very strange to say this, but sometimes I think old Godric would have made quite a good Slytherin? Maybe that’s why Salazar liked him so much at first.
You’re surprised. I can tell. But surely you must have noticed that sometimes I take my own good time over a decision? It often happens that a student has qualities that were prized by more than one of the Hogwarts Four – and back in the old days I understand that there were brave, ambitious children from wizarding families that Godric and Salazar nearly came to blows over, loyal, hard-working children of a scholarly bent that Helga would have liked, but who she eventually let Rowena talk her into giving up. Since I have a little bit of each of them, I can practically hear them debating the matter as I think about it. Students like that are always difficult for me to make a decision about, even after a thousand years of practice.
What happens if a student doesn’t have any obviously outstanding characteristics? Another very good question. That was the same in the Founders’ day too; it happens, and happened, quite often, but nonetheless somebody has to teach them. I think you can probably imagine how many deals had to be struck back then among the Founders to ensure that each of the Houses took their fair share of both desirable and ordinary students. And at least they had the luxury of being able to consider all of the year’s intake as a group before settling on the final allocations. I have to decide as I go along. You know, I sometimes feel rather sorry for the last few students to be Sorted each year? Unless they stand out, they have to be sent to any suitable House that needs to make up the numbers. But then, if they don’t stand out, they will probably do equally well in any House anyway. At least, that’s how the Founders reasoned – so that’s how I reason.
Don’t feel so alarmed, young man. You weren’t one of them, even if you didn’t reach me until we’d nearly finished. You stood out. I was able to place you in a House with confidence, remember?
Ah, you’re concerned that I did that because you wanted to be placed there? To follow in the family tradition? You’re not the first to be worried about that idea, either. Yes, I do take that into account. So did the Founders, in fact. Because naturally, all of them preferred students who actually wanted to study with them to students who would much rather have been somewhere else. It’s only human nature, isn’t it? And I’ve picked up quite a lot of titbits about human nature over the years, even though I don’t have one myself. Or maybe I have four myself? It’s quite an interesting and complex question, isn’t it?
Yes, I suppose your friend would understand the theory better than you. I remember her well, actually. She wasn’t an easy Sorting at all, oh dear me no. And she was so very keen to be in Gryffindor, even though she had no real understanding of what it meant, that it swung my decision. Oh, of course, she had the potential to be an outstanding Gryffindor, that much was clear to see – but she was one of those in which that potential might so easily have gone unrealised, if events had take a different turn. Knowing you has helped her immensely there, dear boy. No, I mean it; it really has, and from what the Head has let slip I’m sure he feels the same way. I don’t have second thoughts about that decision any more.
So by now, you really shouldn’t be so surprised to realise that the way I Sort can be decidedly ad hoc. What? Oh, I do apologise; I sometimes forget they don’t teach Latin here these days. It means that I have to make things up as I go along sometimes. After all, I have brains from each of the Founders, and the ability to take in new knowledge wherever I can, and a specific charge to quarter the intake every year, as far as is humanly – well actually in my case inhumanly – possible. I can only Sort on the basis of what they gave me at the beginning, and hope to learn enough of what is happening in the world outside to make decisions that make sense in that world.
And of course, I don’t have such knowledge of their innermost thoughts after they’d made me. They may have changed their minds subsequently – in fact, Salazar did, as we both know well, and that seemed to me to affect the others, in ways that I could hear about but not fully grasp.
So that’s how I work. I consider what the Founders would have wanted; I allow for what I’ve learned over the centuries; I let the various parts of me argue and debate and finally come to a decision. I really have no choice in the matter. That’s how I’ve had to do things for a thousand years and more.
And yet, and yet ... you know I do worry that things are different now. Back in the old days, it used to be that each Founder would teach their own House, and so students hardly ever needed to meet their peers in the other Founders’ houses, except at mealtimes. But for centuries now – in fact, since Salazar Slytherin walked out and left us with a House full of students who had to be taught – the school has had integrated teaching. And recently – well, over the last several hundred years, anyway, I’m afraid I still think of that as recent – most of the leisure pursuits have been common between Houses as well. There’s so little need to divide you all up any more, to perpetuate those long-ago stereotypes, to let old House traditions influence your attitudes.
I’ve seen the system work well over the centuries, and I’ve seen it bring the school to the brink of open warfare. I honestly don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing. But still I have to do it. Tradition can be a very powerful force, young man. Especially in our world, where wizards still cling to robes and quill pens and cauldrons similar outmoded things because they think that adopting modern ideas will make them seem like Muggles, will make them feel somehow less special.
I honestly don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing, either.
You think you can hear the Head coming up the stairs? Oh dear – you’d better take me off then, young fellow! I’ve been gossiping, and I don’t think I’m really supposed to do that. But before you do! ... while I am gossiping, let me tell you something. It may help you decide whether you think the House system is a good or a bad thing, when it can help you and when it can be a hindrance. Because there’s one former student I see is in your thoughts a lot at the moment. He’s someone that I remember very clearly too. His Sorting just so happens to be one of those I’ve had second thoughts about; one of those where I consider that maybe, just maybe ... if I had placed him somewhere else, it would have taught him things that he really needed to learn.
He could have gone anywhere, you know. That’s something I very seldom get to see. The Founders would have spent the whole day deciding who got him.
Courage? Oh yes. He had courage, even though others have doubted it. And he was someone who valued it. Godric would have been very happy with him.
Brains? No shortage there. It seemed clear to me when I Sorted him that here was a boy who would always be top of the class, and I wasn’t wrong. Rowena would have loved to teach him.
Ambition? Indeed so. Driving ambition, in fact. And Salazar would certainly have had no problem with his bloodlines.
Industriousness? Most definitely. That went hand-in-hand with the ambition. I think Helga would have been pleased to accept him.
He was very difficult to place. But of course, he wanted to go in one particular house, as you did. He felt it was his birthright. And he was undoubtedly successful in the House where I placed him. Head Boy, I hear. Did extremely well for himself for a while.
But when I consider what I’ve heard about him – and what I can see in your thoughts about him – I wonder whether I should have taken a chance. I could instead have put him somewhere which would have taught him a little humility. Somewhere he would have still have stood out, but where he would been a natural leader of his peers, been popular and respected in the way he never quite was in the House in which I placed him. And that, in turn, could have taught him judgement, could have helped him avoid some of the terrible mistakes he made later on.
Yes, after quiet reflection, I now think that perhaps I should have put your brother Percy in Hufflepuff.
Brief note: I remember that the idea for the last bit came from a train of thought sparked by the story Broken Down Angel, although I can’t now remember exactly what that train of thought was! Then I decided to add in my Sorting Hat Theory, such as it is, and this oneshot was the result.
Summary: Someone tries on the Sorting Hat again, and is surprised to find it in a chatty mood - willing to explain how it makes its decisions, and that one in particular it has second thoughts about ...
Well, hello.
Curious about what would happen if you tried me on again, eh? Wondered what else I might be able to do other than just Sort (and drop swords on people’s heads)? You’re not the first student ever to do this, you know, oh no – not by a long chalk. And I dare say you won’t be the last.
No, don’t apologise. I hear you’ve been called in for a talk with the Headmaster? Don’t worry, young man, he only wants to hear your story again in more detail, now that things have calmed down a bit. You’re not in trouble for anything. Not after all you’ve done.
Yes, what you’ve done. You’ve done so much more than you give yourself credit for. I get to hear about these things, you know, and I can see what’s in your head, remember ... No, don’t take me off just yet, young fellow! I know hearing my thoughts inside your head alarms you after what you’ve been through, but what I do won’t leave scars.
And it’s such an occasional pleasure for me to be able to talk to somebody, rather than justv sit here and listen. I don’t have the chance to do that very often.
What do I do all year, you wonder? A very fair question. I actually spend a great deal of my time in quiet reflection. Well ... to be absolutely honest with you, dear boy, I suppose I don’t really have much else to do with it. Just my one moment of glory every September, when I sing my little song and then decide which Houses the new students of Hogwarts will be placed in, and then it’s back on the shelf for another year.
Ah, I see you’ve discussed this before. Very perceptive of you. You were right, you know – it actually can be a pretty boring life being a Hat. But I can’t spend all year composing my song for the next Sorting. So, quiet reflection it is.
Fortunately, you can pick up quite a lot to reflect about even while left on a shelf – if that shelf happens to be in the Head’s office at Hogwarts, that is. I’ve heard many interesting conversations here over the years, especially when the Head plays a role outside the school, as this one does. I take in all the reports that come to them. And the portraits go out of their way to tell the rest of us in the office anything they’ve picked up on their travels, you know. I think they like to chat as well.
Yes, come to think of it, it must be a pretty boring life being a portrait too, mustn’t it?
Naturally, I reflect most often upon the young men and women whose heads I have looked into, and on how my decisions turned out. You’re surprised to hear that, aren’t you? Didn’t think I ever had any doubts? Perhaps I may be a little overconfident at times. I even recall claiming I’ve ‘never yet been wrong’ in one of my recent songs. You wondered about that? To be honest with you lad, it’s possible I’ve made that claim quite a number of times over the years. Well, after more than a millennium in the same job, you’re bound to repeat yourself occasionally, aren’t you?
I’d like you to know that at the time I was certainly sincere – but, to answer the question you weren’t sure if it would be polite to ask, yes I do sometimes have second thoughts about my judgments, in the light of how they turned out. Not every Sorting is an easy one, you see; not every decision turns out quite the way I expected it to; events can make or break a student who would have done well in the House in which I placed them under normal circumstances, but would have been better off in another House as things turned out. I’m not blessed with Seer powers, you know.
What am I blessed with then, you ask? A perfectly reasonable thing to wonder, and I’m glad you asked me that. I’ll do my very best to answer you. As everyone knows – well, everyone who’s actually listened to my songs at the Welcoming Feasts, rather than the rumblings of their stomach, that is – the four Founders of this noble school put some brains into me. They put a little bit of themselves into me, in fact, which let me tell you was a pretty amazing feat of magic for its day. They placed a charge on me to use this intimate knowledge of how they thought about potential students, together with anything I could learn over the years, to determine which candidates should go into which House – just as if they were still here in person to do it themselves.
I must admit, I was just as nervous about my first Sorting as you were – ah, you didn’t know a Hat could be nervous, did you? But after that first time, all four of them were kind enough to tell me they were happy with what they’d been given, and would have done much the same in my place. That gave me such a great deal of confidence for the future.
I can sense you’re impressed, and so you should be! I really am a very remarkable magical object, and I can say without undue modesty that Hogwarts is lucky to have me.
And you’re quite curious about what I’ve just told you, aren’t you? You can’t help but wonder exactly how the Founders divided up their new students. Well, as I’ve told you in my Songs, they each had their own particular ideas of what a model student would look like. Naturally, they all tried to earmark the ones they most wanted for their Houses. Often, they got their own way; there were always some candidates who fitted one of their stereotypes so precisely and so exclusively that the others let them be claimed without objection. But as for the rest of them – well naturally, there was a lot of horse-trading involved in order to decide which of them would be teaching which students. Not to mention a fair few arguments.
Yes, I did say arguments. Confidentially, dear boy, they used to argue like cats and dogs quite often. It didn’t prevent them working together, of course – if they hadn’t all been such good friends in the first place, this school would never have survived its first few years. Nothing changes, eh? I understand Godric, Salazar, and Rowena were always insistent about getting their favourites. Even Helga sometimes dug her heels in and demanded that she be given a student she particularly liked the look of. You know, I suspect they were all quite glad when Godric came up with the idea of using me instead? It meant they could shift the blame if they didn’t like how the decisions turned out. And they could pretend to be entirely neutral about them. It sounds very strange to say this, but sometimes I think old Godric would have made quite a good Slytherin? Maybe that’s why Salazar liked him so much at first.
You’re surprised. I can tell. But surely you must have noticed that sometimes I take my own good time over a decision? It often happens that a student has qualities that were prized by more than one of the Hogwarts Four – and back in the old days I understand that there were brave, ambitious children from wizarding families that Godric and Salazar nearly came to blows over, loyal, hard-working children of a scholarly bent that Helga would have liked, but who she eventually let Rowena talk her into giving up. Since I have a little bit of each of them, I can practically hear them debating the matter as I think about it. Students like that are always difficult for me to make a decision about, even after a thousand years of practice.
What happens if a student doesn’t have any obviously outstanding characteristics? Another very good question. That was the same in the Founders’ day too; it happens, and happened, quite often, but nonetheless somebody has to teach them. I think you can probably imagine how many deals had to be struck back then among the Founders to ensure that each of the Houses took their fair share of both desirable and ordinary students. And at least they had the luxury of being able to consider all of the year’s intake as a group before settling on the final allocations. I have to decide as I go along. You know, I sometimes feel rather sorry for the last few students to be Sorted each year? Unless they stand out, they have to be sent to any suitable House that needs to make up the numbers. But then, if they don’t stand out, they will probably do equally well in any House anyway. At least, that’s how the Founders reasoned – so that’s how I reason.
Don’t feel so alarmed, young man. You weren’t one of them, even if you didn’t reach me until we’d nearly finished. You stood out. I was able to place you in a House with confidence, remember?
Ah, you’re concerned that I did that because you wanted to be placed there? To follow in the family tradition? You’re not the first to be worried about that idea, either. Yes, I do take that into account. So did the Founders, in fact. Because naturally, all of them preferred students who actually wanted to study with them to students who would much rather have been somewhere else. It’s only human nature, isn’t it? And I’ve picked up quite a lot of titbits about human nature over the years, even though I don’t have one myself. Or maybe I have four myself? It’s quite an interesting and complex question, isn’t it?
Yes, I suppose your friend would understand the theory better than you. I remember her well, actually. She wasn’t an easy Sorting at all, oh dear me no. And she was so very keen to be in Gryffindor, even though she had no real understanding of what it meant, that it swung my decision. Oh, of course, she had the potential to be an outstanding Gryffindor, that much was clear to see – but she was one of those in which that potential might so easily have gone unrealised, if events had take a different turn. Knowing you has helped her immensely there, dear boy. No, I mean it; it really has, and from what the Head has let slip I’m sure he feels the same way. I don’t have second thoughts about that decision any more.
So by now, you really shouldn’t be so surprised to realise that the way I Sort can be decidedly ad hoc. What? Oh, I do apologise; I sometimes forget they don’t teach Latin here these days. It means that I have to make things up as I go along sometimes. After all, I have brains from each of the Founders, and the ability to take in new knowledge wherever I can, and a specific charge to quarter the intake every year, as far as is humanly – well actually in my case inhumanly – possible. I can only Sort on the basis of what they gave me at the beginning, and hope to learn enough of what is happening in the world outside to make decisions that make sense in that world.
And of course, I don’t have such knowledge of their innermost thoughts after they’d made me. They may have changed their minds subsequently – in fact, Salazar did, as we both know well, and that seemed to me to affect the others, in ways that I could hear about but not fully grasp.
So that’s how I work. I consider what the Founders would have wanted; I allow for what I’ve learned over the centuries; I let the various parts of me argue and debate and finally come to a decision. I really have no choice in the matter. That’s how I’ve had to do things for a thousand years and more.
And yet, and yet ... you know I do worry that things are different now. Back in the old days, it used to be that each Founder would teach their own House, and so students hardly ever needed to meet their peers in the other Founders’ houses, except at mealtimes. But for centuries now – in fact, since Salazar Slytherin walked out and left us with a House full of students who had to be taught – the school has had integrated teaching. And recently – well, over the last several hundred years, anyway, I’m afraid I still think of that as recent – most of the leisure pursuits have been common between Houses as well. There’s so little need to divide you all up any more, to perpetuate those long-ago stereotypes, to let old House traditions influence your attitudes.
I’ve seen the system work well over the centuries, and I’ve seen it bring the school to the brink of open warfare. I honestly don’t know if it’s a good or a bad thing. But still I have to do it. Tradition can be a very powerful force, young man. Especially in our world, where wizards still cling to robes and quill pens and cauldrons similar outmoded things because they think that adopting modern ideas will make them seem like Muggles, will make them feel somehow less special.
I honestly don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing, either.
You think you can hear the Head coming up the stairs? Oh dear – you’d better take me off then, young fellow! I’ve been gossiping, and I don’t think I’m really supposed to do that. But before you do! ... while I am gossiping, let me tell you something. It may help you decide whether you think the House system is a good or a bad thing, when it can help you and when it can be a hindrance. Because there’s one former student I see is in your thoughts a lot at the moment. He’s someone that I remember very clearly too. His Sorting just so happens to be one of those I’ve had second thoughts about; one of those where I consider that maybe, just maybe ... if I had placed him somewhere else, it would have taught him things that he really needed to learn.
He could have gone anywhere, you know. That’s something I very seldom get to see. The Founders would have spent the whole day deciding who got him.
Courage? Oh yes. He had courage, even though others have doubted it. And he was someone who valued it. Godric would have been very happy with him.
Brains? No shortage there. It seemed clear to me when I Sorted him that here was a boy who would always be top of the class, and I wasn’t wrong. Rowena would have loved to teach him.
Ambition? Indeed so. Driving ambition, in fact. And Salazar would certainly have had no problem with his bloodlines.
Industriousness? Most definitely. That went hand-in-hand with the ambition. I think Helga would have been pleased to accept him.
He was very difficult to place. But of course, he wanted to go in one particular house, as you did. He felt it was his birthright. And he was undoubtedly successful in the House where I placed him. Head Boy, I hear. Did extremely well for himself for a while.
But when I consider what I’ve heard about him – and what I can see in your thoughts about him – I wonder whether I should have taken a chance. I could instead have put him somewhere which would have taught him a little humility. Somewhere he would have still have stood out, but where he would been a natural leader of his peers, been popular and respected in the way he never quite was in the House in which I placed him. And that, in turn, could have taught him judgement, could have helped him avoid some of the terrible mistakes he made later on.
Yes, after quiet reflection, I now think that perhaps I should have put your brother Percy in Hufflepuff.
Brief note: I remember that the idea for the last bit came from a train of thought sparked by the story Broken Down Angel, although I can’t now remember exactly what that train of thought was! Then I decided to add in my Sorting Hat Theory, such as it is, and this oneshot was the result.
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Date: 2005-07-04 11:17 am (UTC)Interesting to note the similarities and differences to
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Date: 2005-07-04 10:02 pm (UTC)Yes, I'm afraid you were. I tried to write it in such a way that it could be taken to be Harry until the last sentence, but would fit Ron better once you reached the end. (Originally, it was supposed to be some random student under there, but then I realised it would make much more sense if it was Ron. And I've never actually written Ron before, even indirectly, as here, so it made a nice change for me. :) )
Thanks anyway - this was a piece that had been sitting around doing nothing much for a while. Like the Hat, I suppose!
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Date: 2005-07-05 02:31 am (UTC)I also thought it was Harry and Voldemort. You might even have done that too well, but it's still an good twist there at the end-- it makes you go back and re-think things.
Putting Percy in Hufflepuff... Fred and George would have teased him about it something awful, but it still might have been a good idea. The Hufflepuffs would have liked him a lot better than the Gryffindors, wouldn't they?