A/N: My first Harry Potter fanfic. Not about Harry Potter. Alternate universe about some twins. Tell me what you think please.
"Drake, Christine!" Professor McGonagall called, a stern-looking older woman with emerald green robes. I watched a young eleven-year-old girl with long, straight black hair and stormy blue eyes walk up four steps and sit on a brown stool, where the Professor then put a talking hat- the Sorting Hat as I'd heard others whisper- on Roxanne's head. There was a moment of silence where all in the hall anticipated the announcement of which house the first-year would be placed in. I took the moment to look around once again. Four long tables in a row filled with kids except on the end closest to the Hat. Behind the platform with the hat was another rectangular table with older looking people, probably the Professors, most noticeably the huge man who told them to sit on boats and a silver-bearded old man who sat in the center position.
"Slytherin!" the hat called. Cheers mixed with more boos echoed the hall. I'd noticed that. Gryffindor, as one Alexandra Blair had been sorted into, received the most cheers with boos from the table farthest to the left. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw received a moderate amount of cheer. And Slytherin received only cheers from its own table.
Professor McGonagall called out the next name. "Drake, Penelope!" Immediately more whispers filled the hall at the prospect of twins.
I approached the stool and sat down gently, watching hostile looks form on Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff faces and happy looks form on the Slytherin's faces as they automatically assumed my sortment into Slytherin. My sister's eyed bored into mine, a blank expression on her face. The hat was placed on my head, and I closed my eyes.
A voice whispered in my ear, "A twin, huh? She was chosen for Slytherin. You, however, do not seem right for that House."
Do not separate me from my sister, I begged mentally.
The Hat seemed to have heard me. "You want to join Slytherin? Your loyalty would serve you well in Gryffindor. Indeed, you have a brave spirit to be willing to suffer the hatred of so many people that would fit well there."
The mere thought of others' hatred did make me flinch, but I wanted to stay with my sister. Slytherin, I pleaded. Slytherin.
"Do not regret this," the Hat warned before he shouted, "Slytherin!" Professor McGonagall retrieved the Sorting Hat from my head, and I headed to the Slytherin table, sitting next to my sister and ignoring the cheering and booing. We clasped hands, and the clamor of the outside world faded.
Well done, my sister's voice sounded inside my head.
