"Potter, Rose" everyone in the hall was sitting forward watching the younger sister to The-Boy-Who-Lived get sorted, James was watching intently from the Professor’s table, Rose’s expression was one of fear, she glanced up at the Professor table and she looked upset when she couldn’t find her Mother. As the Hat was placed over her head, the hall waited eagerly awaiting the verdict. Harry felt himself getting tense, it was confusing, yes he didn’t hate the girl, she had nothing to do with his abandonment. But this concern he felt bubbling in his stomach? Why would he be worried for her? When his eyes glanced up to the head table, it sunk in why. No matter what he had said at his birthday party, he didn’t want her in Slytherin, she would possibly be disowned by her parents and even though he hated them, she didn’t and it would break her. Added to the fact that the majority of Slytherin’s wouldn’t trust her, solely on who her parents were, and he didn’t have power over the older years just yet, and he wouldn’t for as long as he wanted to hide his true intentions from Dumbledore. He stiffened when the hat opened its... mouth? And shouted out for the entire of the great hall to hear...