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The Unfair Sorting Hat [chapter 1]

Fred Weasley had never really had any goals in life.

He liked making people laugh, sure, but that was about it. Not exactly what one would call motivation. Not only because it was a little ridiculous, but also because there was nothing to be motivated to do. Laughter was all he wanted, and laughter was all he got. He didn't need anything else; he didn't want anything else.

Not until she came along.

They had been butting heads from the very start. Well, maybe not exactly the very start, but it was close enough.

Fred had met her in their fourth year of Hogwarts. It was on the Hogwarts Express, when Ron and Harry were doing something they knew they damn well shouldn't have been. She had stumbled in with her friend. That's how they met.

But then came the sorting ceremony. It was only really supposed to be for first years, but as Hannah and y/n hadn't been at Hogwarts in their first years, they didn't have the chance to be sorted into a house.

"When I call your name," the woman who had led them into the Great Hall spoke for everyone to hear. "You will come forth; I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses." It was the same exact lines every year. "Hannah Davies."

The blonde let out a breath and gave her friend's had, that she'd been holding since they first stepped foot off the Hogwarts Express, a firm squeeze. Then she let go and stepped up. She was sitting on the stool with the hat atop her head before she knew it.

"Hannah Davies," the Hat mumbled. "Loyal to no ends... seems Hufflepuff would fit you best."

Hannah looked over to the table, glancing over the guys, "I wouldn't mind that. Some of the guys over there are hella fine." Her commentary caused chuckles to arise and some of the Hufflepuff boys to flush.

The Sorting Hat didn't react, "Very well... Slytherin!"

"What the fuck?" Hannah furrowed her brows. "Didn't you just say Hufflepuff would suit me best? Why would you put me in Slytherin?"

"The future holds great things for you should I sort you into Slytherin," the Hat explained vaguely.

The woman from before moved on once Hannah hopped out the seat, "Y/n l/n." It seemed she was getting the two who should've already been sorted out of the way first.

The mentioned girl cautiously started to step forwards. Her fingers twitched out of nervousness by her sides. She could feel all the warmth leaving the tips of her fingers and toes. A shiver ran down her spine as she sat down on the stool and the Hat was placed on her head.

From the Gryffindor table, Fred sat next to George. He had his fingers crossed that she'd end up with him in Gryffindor. And if not, then anything but Slytherin. Slytherins couldn't be trusted, and Fred liked her. Even if she had only uttered a total of ten words to him since the time they first met on the train.

"Oh, I see," the Sorting Hat started. "You're a smart one. Very smart. And you are hard working. Well, that could be a bit conflicting..." The Hat continued on with its jumbled ranting for a good thirty seconds before finally having come up with a decision.

"Slytherin!"

The girl let out a sigh as the hat was pulled off her head, and Fred deflated at the same moment.

He hoped she wouldn't end up in one house. Just one. She had a 25% chance of getting it. The odds were in his favor, and yet... Man was the Sorting Hat unfair. Even if it was probably what was best for her.