AN: this is a new version of 'The Young Gryffinclaw'. That story wasn't working right so I have changed it to this. Enjoy!
Miralyn Zambini Snape ran over to the window looking over the Hogsmeade train station. She watched with excitement the arrival of the Hogwarts Express, on September 1st. As her father, Professor Snape, resided permanently in the castle, Professor Dumbledore had deemed it unnecessary for her to go all the way down to London to board the train. Mira was quite happy about this decision is that meant she could finish her last dance class before the new term started. Speaking of which, class was over now and she needed to get back to Hogwarts to change before her Sorting. Mira turned to go and raced through the Hogsmeade Dance Academy before running to Honeydukes to use the secret passageway back to Hogwarts. She ran through the tunnel, tripping once and earning a bruise on the knee. By the time she made it back to her rooms, she was out of breath.
Mira was also happy for her real entry into the world of Hogwarts. This meant that she would no longer be living constantly under her father's thumb, be always needed to help correct papers for Flitwick or make nasty-smelling potions with Snape. She looked forwards to her new rooms, wondering what House she would be in. Her father Severus Snape had been in Slytherin. Her mother, Annebelle Zambini had been in Ravenclaw. Mira smiled, remembering the games she had always played with her aunts and uncles. Uncle Albus had always said she would be a Gryffindor, while Aunt Minerva was all in favor of Ravenclaw. Aunt Pomona would always weakly suggest Hufflepuff, but everyone knew she didn't really mean it. And of course, her father would never hear of any House for her but Slytherin.
Mira herself didn't particularly mind which House, as long as she was with her cousin, Blaise Zambini. Moat people thought they were siblings, as they had a striking family resemblance. Most of the Wizarding World was unaware that Severus Snape had ever married, much less had a child. But while on a trip to Italy, many years before, the youngest of the Zambinis had caught his eye, and a few months later they were married and in love. Thus it was only natural that they have children. Sadly, Bellatrix Lestrange had killed Mira's mother, for no more reason than jealousy. So Mira had grown up without a mother, but not without her looks.
Annebelle Zambini had had beautiful brown wavy hair, and like all Zambinis, indigo eyes. Severus has long greasy black hair, and penetrating black eyes. Mira, being a combination of the two, had extremely long wavy black hair, and deep piercing eyes.
Mira now, upon entering her rooms, quickly brushed out her long hair and tied it up in a ponytail before throwing on her plain black Hogwarts robes. They wouldn't change color to reflect her House until the Sorting Hat had spoken. She rushed down to the Entrance Hall to see one of her best friends talking to a boy with messy black hair. Mira rushed through the muddle of first years to reach her cousin Blaise.
"Blaise! It's great to see you…"
He cut her off pointing to the Entrance Hall,
"Mira, you have to stay here and get sorted. I'm going in. I'll see you there. Ok? Just stand with all the ickle firsties."
Mira looked at the trembling 11-year olds dubiously.
"okkkkkk, right."
She waved to her cousin and prepared to enter the Great Hall for her Sorting.
As Aunt Minerva led the group into the large hall, Mira couldn't help but glance up though she had seen this familiar sight so many times. She concentrated on the Sorting Hat's song but was really just waiting for her own Sorting to begin. She was already getting a few stares and comments, just because she was so big. Well, it wasn't every year that a 15-year old was standing with the first years, about to be sorted.
Mira was jolted out of her thoughts by the sound of her name.
"Miralyn Zambini Snape!"
Mira swallowed and walked forwards to sit on the stool and placed the Sorting Hat gently on her head.
"Aha! I remember you. A Snape and Zambini. All Slytherins, but for your mother. I remember her, seems only yesterday… But now, back to business. No prejudices or wishes? Interesting. Mr. Potter had an overwhelming desire for anything but Slytherin. But you would accept any House willingly. You seem to be the one I have been waiting for. Better be…."
Mira endured the Hat's ramblings, waiting for its pronouncement.
"Grytherin!"
The Slytherin and Gryffindor tables both erupted in applause, before realizing exactly what the Hat had said. Not Gryffindor, not Slytherin, but Grytherin. Mira took off the Hat, confused. She looked up at Uncle Albus who smiled happily with a twinkle in his eye. Then she heard a voice in her head
You may sit at either table, my dear. Your robes will reflect both Houses you have been placed in, and you may switch between tables and will have a bed on each dorm. Or you may continue to live with your father in his tower.
As understanding dawned on her, Mira quickly got up and walked over to the Slytherin table, preferring to sit with her friends on the first night at least. She waited for the sorting to end before digging in to the feast in front of her. Instantly, she was bombarded by questions.
"What's a Grytherin?"
"What does it mean?"
The questions continued, on and on and on. Finally Mira stopped eating and held up her hands to stop the questions.
"First of all," she said calmly.
"There has never been someone of two Houses before. Being a Grytherin means that I can sit at either table, and have a bed in each dorm. I can be on either Quidditch team if I choose and can decide daily which house to join. And my robes will change to reflect this."
Remembering this detail, Mira looked down to see a red version of the Slytherin crest on her robes. She realized when she sat with the Gryffindors; it would probably change to a green version of the Gryffindor crest. She shrugged and went back to her meal; she knew no one could change the Sorting's Hat decision, not even Albus Dumbledore himself.