******OK so what follows is a serious deviation from what I normally write. Usually I write anime, its usually a smutty yaoi, and its usually pretty dark. I don't think any of this story is going to be like that. Maybe. This is a Harry Potter fic set in the future. I have one OC, Molly Minerva Potter. The rest of the story will contain characters in the original books. Sorry if they sound a bit OOC. I'm not British, so I don't know if I'll be able to quite get the language right. Bear with that. Please read and review. Your reviews give me the motivation to keep writing. Lastly, I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!******
Prologue
Harry Potter, hero of the wizarding world, 43 years aged, and Head Auror in the Ministry stood on platform 9 ¾ with his beloved wife Ginny. It was August 1, and the proud parents were seeing their children off as they boarded the bright red train off to school, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Their eldest son, James Sirius had graduated last year and was well on his way to becoming a top notch Auror like his father. Their next child, Albus Severus, was entering his sixth year, while Lily, the third child and oldest girl, would be a fourth year. Their youngest daughter, Molly Minerva, would be starting her first year. Harry noted with some sadness, that this would be the last first day he would witness. However seeing the children grow and flourish was, in his opinion, his finest accomplishment to date. He turned to smile at his wife contentedly, but noticed a fixed look of trepidation. "What is is Gin," he asked.
"Look at Minnie," she said worry creasing her brow. The small blonde, for she had not received either the trademark red locks, or unruly black mop from either parents, stood motionless staring at the big red train. As if she sensed her parents worried stares she turned to them with her usual shy smile and rushed to hug them both. The youngest potter was a shy, sweet, quiet bookish girl with a passion for potions. A class she was greatly anticipating upon her entry into the legendary school. She smiled up at her parents as if easing their worry over her. "Are you alright, little girl," Ginny asked as the child released the pair.
"Yes," she said in her small quiet voice. "But I'll miss you terribly," she practically whispered.
"You can write us anytime, Minnie," comforted Harry putting a hand atop her slightly curly head. The family tended to call her Minnie, her middle name being Minerva, to avoid confusion as she was named after her grandmother. The girl smiled again and gave one last loving look at her parents. She turned and rushed aboard the train, almost as if she didn't hurry she would change her mind. The whistle sounded minutes later and the train began to slowly pull away. The youngest Potter rushed to the window and waved at all her family, who were gathered at the platform. Potters and Weaslys alike waved from the platform, watching the old engine until it was out of sight.
The young blonde slowly made her way to the last car of the train where the compartments were filled with her family. In the back of her mind she wished she could sit alone with a book and not be around the hustle and bustle that was her family. Minnie was expected, however, to join them so she clamored through the ruckus, greeting each cousin and family friend in her quiet manner. They asked if she was excited, and if she couldn't wait to take her place at the Gryffindor table. She answered in the affirmative and looked for the quietest compartment. One compartment had several people all talking Quidditch, and this is where her sister Lily and brother Albus sat. They waved at her and she nodded but continued down the corridor. The next had a very intimate looking Frank Longbottom and her cousin Rose. She passed by quickly. The next sat Hugo, Rose's brother, her cousin Dominique (Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur's middle child) and her cousins Fred and Roxanne (Uncle George and Aunt Angelina's children). The seemed to be in deep conversation, talking and laughing animatedly. They didn't notice their cousin as she passed quietly by. In the last compartment were her cousins Louis (Bill and Fleur's youngest) and Lucy (Uncle Percy's youngest daughter). Minnie decided to sit with them. She entered quietly and slid the door shut behind her. The pair greeted her as she sat and took out a book. Lucy and Louis were second years but closest to her in age, though she was the youngest of cousins. She liked these two because they were quieter than the rest and were as bookish as she was. So the three cousins quite undisturbed sat the whole ride with noses glued in books.
When they arrived at Hogwarts Minnie filed into the boats with the other first years, directed by a very graying and wizened looking Hagrid. Still his jolly self he greeted the youngest Potter with his usual enthusiasm.
"Hullo, Minnie, lookin forward ta startin at 'Ogwarts?" he said after a bone breaking hug. Minnie nodded and smiled at him sweetly.
"Hello Uncle Hagrid, yes I am," she said in her small voice as he helped her into the boat then boarded himself. All the Potter and Weasly children had taken to calling the giant man Uncle. He had been a constant in their lives being ever present during holidays and family gatherings. Teddy Lupin and Frank Longbottom even called him uncle. He was much loved by the whole clan.
"Good, now lets get you up an sorted an sittin with the family," he beamed at her as the boats glided over the steely lake. The first years were gathered outside the main hall in no time, awaiting sorting. Soon enough, Professor McGonagall, current head mistress, lead them into the great hall. From a rather long parchment, she called names one by one and the children went to the front placed the ancient Sorting hat atop their heads and were sorted into their respective houses.
"Molly Minerva Potter," called the old witch, smirking slightly over the named. It gave her no small amount of joy that the youngest Potter was named for her. The young blonde went to the stool and placed the hat atop her head.
"Hmm very difficult," it whispered into her head. "You would do well in any house, but your a Potter so there's only one..."
"NOT GRYFFINDOR," her mind shouted at the hat. She hadn't meant to but now that it was out, she knew she wanted to be apart from her family. Away from the expectations of being a Potter. She wanted to be her own self.
"Not Gryffindor," the hat queried. "Yes your quite sure on that. In that case... SLYTHERIN" the hat shouted the last word to the crowd and everyone stopped dead. The entire Potter and Weasly clan stared agape at the youngest of their family. The little blonde pulled off the old hat and placed it on the stool. She looked up at the women who was part of her namesake. Shock was evident on her face but she motioned the girl to the Slytherin table. Upon hearing the sorting Hagrid had dropped his cup and said a rude word. Another teacher smirked, his slightly receding blonde head shaking. He was Draco Malfoy, the potions master and head of Slytherin house. Interesting, he thought. Neville Longbottom, herbology professor, looked completely dismayed and immediately set about rummaging his pockets for parchment and quill. He had planned to write his friends after the feast but felt it urgent to inform them that their daughter was not sorted into Gryffindor. He quickly wrote the note, and rushed off to the owlry before the sorting had even finished.
Minnie looked at her family and shrugged at her sister and brother. The both looked angry and horrified. As she took her place at the end of the Slytherin table a hushed murmuring settled over the crowd and sorting continued. Of course Minnie understood the shock. No Potter, or Weasly or Longbottom or anyone else associated with family had ever been in any house other than Gryffindor. It was as much a scandal as when six years ago a certain Malfoy boy had been sorted into Gryffindor himself. Scorpius Malfoy in that house had caused an uproar, many feeling he didn't belong. She knew that he had proven himself over the years because Lily and Albus had said as much. The young blonde settled her green eyes on that boy and knew she to would have the same struggle. She resolved to ask him soon for advice.
The sorting concluded and the feast commenced. During which several of her family stormed over demanding and explanation. They all knew that the Hat took your choice into consideration so that meant that the young blonde had not wanted to be in Gryffindor. But Minnie shrugged them off saying whats done is done. Her quiet manner winning her peace as they returned to their places looking slightly disgusted. The girl sighed, knowing this wouldn't be the end she would hear of it.
As she ate quietly, wishing for a book to read, several Slytherins came and greeted her, curious and suspicious of the young Potter and her place in their house. Minnie realized she was in for a long tiresome night.