Maia Malfoy looked ahead, awestruck by the ever magical great Hall of Hogwarts. The 4 tables for the 4 houses were all nearly full and the enchanted roof gave off the illusion of a perfect night sky, full of twinkling stars.
On the Hogwarts Express she had met a girl who had brown hair and tan skin called Avril Zabini and they immediately clicked. That's how she found herself walking beside Avril to the front of the hall to be sorted into a house. The house that would become her legacy. The house were her loyalties would lie, despite her heritage.
Headmaster Mcgonagall was stood at the front holding a wrinkly looking hat. The sorting hat. She had known what it was from reading Hogwarts A History. Her mother's favourite book.
Along the Teacher's table sat Professor Snape who taught potions and several others.
Professor McGonagall called the first name. Then the second, then the third and so on.
Her Brother was then called, "Phoenix Malfoy". A mere 5 seconds, if not less, passed before "SLYTHERIN!" was announced by the old hat.
Next McGonagall said "Maia Malfoy".
Gasps were audible.
Murmurs were heard.
Even McGonagall sounded weary.
Avril gave her an encouraging smile, green eyes twinkling, and Maia stepped forward. Maia had inherited many of the Malfoy features. Like the ice blonde hair and sharp feature. Though with her, many subtle things were different. Like her eyes. One of which were an icy grey and the other a warm brown. Personally, she thought it made her look like a freak. Ugly. Weird. But when her mother was around she was quick to reassure her and tell her she was beautiful. She also had wavy hair that tumbled down, past her shoulder blades.
After sitting she risked a glance at her brother, Scorpius Malfoy. He was in his 6th year and he was looking right at her. Like Maia, Scorpius to inherited many Malfoy attributes. Like the ice blonde hair and grey eyes but he had his mothers warmth, when it suited him. He flashed her a quick smile before looking back at his housemate.
Next she looked at her twin brother, Phoenix. He had blonde unruly hair and eyes a steely grey. To her it was obvious that he was going to be placed in Slytherin. He was cunning, charming and very persuasive. It made her remember the times when they were home and he'd, somehow, always persuade their mother to allow him to have two desserts. Needless to say his siblings were envious of his talent as their mother might possibly be the stubbornest person on the earth, before Maia.
She was pulled out of the memory when the hat was placed on her head.
"Where to put little miss Malfoy!? You certainly look like your father." Her eyes widened.
Not Slytherin. Anything but. Please. It's not me!
"Is that so? I'm not convinced. Though inside you are most peculiar. You have your mothers fire and fathers ice. Your brother was much too easy but you? You are the key. The key to stop what time will tell."
Maia sat baffled she was drinking the information up but the end was too c-
"RAVENCLAW" the hat boomed.
For a millisecond everything was quite. A Malfoy. Not Slytherin! But that millisecond was soon over when the blue colour house erupted in applause.
She looked at the teachers table an was met with wide eyes and slack jaws.
Walking toward the table she once again glanced toward her eldest brother whose stone hard gaze was avoiding everyone. He must hate me she thought.
Maia sat with a smile. But she knew inside she wasn't happy because her brother wasn't happy.
"Lauren Mclaggen"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Ryan Nott"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Albus Potter"
Albus walked toward McGonagall and smiled. He was certain he'd be a Gryffindor. Just like his brother, sister, mother and father. Everyone says he's a carbon copy of his father. But they don't know his inside. They don't know him. The real him. The part that begs to be acknowledged but it is always pushed down so it's not revealed. He's always hyperaware of it. When he's angry a different type of magic rushes through his veins. Instead of hating that part of him, he revels in it. Enjoying the temporary feeling until everything is restored to it's prior state.
He sat until he felt the hat on his head. He closed his emerald eyes and let the hat's words consume him.
"Hmm... Where to place the youngest Potter. You are everything like and unlike you're father. Great things await you but first you must find your other half. The one you will help be great. The one who will risk everything to help you. Your great power has to be nourished and there's only one place for you. One place your inner power can be released and used. SLYTHERIN!"
Albus breathed out in shock. Slytherin? His eyes remained wide as he scanned the room for his siblings. The two of them were sat at the Gryffindor table.
As he stood and walked toward his new table something dawned on him. He was alone.
Maia watched the young Potter walk toward his new table. She though the situation was incredibly ironic. Both of them walking away from their families familiar places.
A few names were called including the youngest Weasley.
"Lucie Weasley" all the Weasley children were smiling at her, knowing what was coming.
Lucie didn't smile though. She was very sombre. Not once had Maia seen her smile and when her house was announced it further continued.
"SLYTHERIN". The first Weasley ever to be placed into Slytherin. She wasn't ginger like the majority of her family. She had black luscious locks and a very pretty face. Much like her mother. And the similarities continued.
Maia was especially surprised when the Zabini name was called.
"Alvin Zabini" he had lighter hair than Avril and same tan skin. His eyes though were a bright shade of blue.
The hat was atop his head for preciously 2 seconds before "SLYTHERIN" was heard. The next name Maia was looking forward to.
"Avril Zabini" she walked forward, last to be called. To her it wasn't a shock when her brother was placed in Slytherin. He was just like their father. Whereas she was more like her mother.
McGonagall gave her a small smile and placed the hat on her head. It started speaking immediately. "I've been waiting for you. Find the girl and be her help. Her shoulder to lean on. You will accompany her on the journey to save our souls" her eyes widened at the words
"You shall follow in your mothers footsteps..." she sighed in relief.
"RAVENCLAW" she smiled a dreamy smile and skipped over to her table.
She sat next to Maia and they smiled at one another both knowing their friendship was sure to become stronger.
When Maia began eating Avril scrutinised her. Could she be the one? Was all she thought.