A young brunette beauty heard her name being called by the elderly woman. An began to walk nervously towards the front of the Great Hall and take a seat. You can feel everyone's eyes on you, but that feeling is suddenly quenched as McGonagall places the Sorting Hat on top of your head. You feel the hat sink and a tiny voice whisper in your ear. Or is it sounding in your head? The Sorting Hat speaks to me "Hello there, Miss Heather Mercer. I am here to tell you where you belong. But where will that be?" That's when I bumped into the most famous person of our age the one and ONLY HARRY POTTER! My editor is @MadelineHatter15307
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