Chapter One
The Sorting begins
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"James, would you stop it!" cried Rosie her blue eyes flashing dangerously. James Potter had been tormenting her and his brother, Albus ever since the pair of them had gotten their owls.
Every week of the summer vacations, his wild stories, about the going ons in Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, got more and more horrendus.
Tales of, a crazy old seer who lurked the hallways making dire predictions.
Of perfectly horrid pranks pulled by various houses.
Of haunted shacks.
And an enchanted forest...
They, of course, had been the mere beginning...
Then there were the secrets of lost chambers.
Of invisible horses.
Of a murdered ghost who haunted the girls bathroom. (James, had turned beet red, when Rose had curiously asked, how it was, that he knew the on goings, of the girls lavoratory.)
The rumors of the closed room off the corridor where Tom Marvalo Riddle, more commonly referred to as Lord Voldemort, was rumored to have laid after his death.
But of all these the one thing, that had both Albus and herself, worried most of all, was, the Sorting.
Gryffindor, housed the bravest and the most prized.
Ravenclaw, where intellect ruled supreme, and the cleverest were cossested.
Hufflepuff, where loyalty and hard-work were both of honour.
And Slytherin, where cunning was an art and ambition a skill.
Merlin, what would her father say if she got sorted into Slytherin, all of her cousin's, Freddy, Charlene and her twin Cassandra, hell, even Victorie was a Gryffindor and Tory was...well..Tory.
Why did they have to be sorted?!
"Rose!," whispered Albus, nudging her indelicately, "It's starting!"
The two cousins watched mutely as the deafening din was muted to a soft hum. The huge platform was now being mounted by a steady line of teacher's, the first woman arrive on stage looked so old, that Rose was quite shocked that she could walk with such admirable posture.
"That's Minerva McGonagall," whispered James, leaning over the table, "She's the Headmistress, She was head of Gryffindor back when Mum and Dad were at school."
Albus nodded, recalling his own memories of what his father had told them.
"And her, the woman standing behind Uncle Neville, who is she?" asked Rose, in the same hushed tones.
"That's Proffessor Trelawney, Divination, only she isn't really a Professor anymore she just lurks..." Freddy jabbed him hard in his side with his elbow shooting him a meaningful look.
"Trelawney's a seer. But she's hardly at an age to be teaching anymore, so she just wanders the corridors ...and um..aquaints the students with their fate...take note, she's said to be really good at prophecies."
James coughed suddenly.
Cassandra and Charlene who had just arrived at the table shoved two first years off from beside Albus and Rose and seated themselves.
Finally a young woman came on stage holding in her hands a old ragged hat.
A young woman so beautiful that, well beautiful, was an understatement.
She was tall and dark, her waist length hair so black it looked almost blue, and when she looked up her eyes were the color of black pearls, shinong serenely in the moonlight.
A dangerously breath-taking smile graced her face, as she said in a low sultry voice that had every single male halfway out of his seat, " Let the sorting, begin."