"Make sure you're in Slytherin, I don't care what you have to do, but you know the consequences if you disgrace the Lestrange name." My father told me coldly.

It's my first year going to Hogwarts and even though I have yet to be sorted, I already know that by the end of tonight, I'll be disowned, or well on my way to it. But honestly? I didn't care. I haven't been a part of this family since I was nine.

I smiled at my father. I knew this would be last time that he would acknowledge me as his child, so I basked in the love while I could. "Of course father, I would never want to disappoint you." My voice was sickly sweet, I knew it would fool him though. He never looked past the surface. Which in my case was a blessing.

"Good. Now go, the train leaves in five minutes and I want you to try and make smart friendships" He smiled, but it was fake and he only looked interested in the fact that I could make friends with his friends' children. The thought made me gag.

I didn't reply, I just turned towards my mother and my sister. I hugged Rory tightly, knowing it would be the last time I saw her for the next few years. I knew once the sorting was over, I would be written off, and Rory would be considered an only child. I also knew that if we did try to see each other my father would have no problem beating the thought into her that I was a disgrace. Four years old and she was losing her sister.

I let go of her and turned towards my mother. I knew she never truly believed in the pure-blood mania, but she had married a man who did, married into a family who held blood above anything else. I hugged her and she whispered "I'm sorry. I love you." Then she let me go.

Taking a deep breath I smiled at them. "Thanks for seeing me off. I love you all." I turned around before they could reply. Climbing aboard the train, I quickly looked for an empty compartment, I didn't want to make friends before I was sorted.

My mother always told me that there was this huge rivalry between all of the houses, but it was more obvious between Slytherin and Gryffindor.

Both of my parents were Slytherin, and my father was even a death eater, my aunt Bellatrix was much more notorious than Rabastian, but my father had gain enough reputation to still strike fear into any muggle-borns heart.

Sighing I laid my head against the window, I wanted a nap before my life would be thrown into disarray.

I woke to someone shaking me. It was a red head boy with curly hair and horn-rimmed glasses. "Y-yes?" I ask, my voice stuttering with sleep.

"We're about ten minutes til we get to Hogsmeade, I walked passed and noticed you still in muggle clothes and asleep." He waved his hand at me to make his point.

"Thanks." I yawned and sat up.

"My names Percy, Percy Weasley. You are?" He seemed a wee bit pompous, but harmless enough so I answered.

"Emex Lestrange. But I actually go by my middle name, Amelia or Mia for short." I said with a smile. "Are you a first year too?" He definitely looked like he was my age, but he seemed like he knew more than what I did.

"It's nice to meet you. And yes I'm a first year. But I know quite a bit about Hogwarts, two of my brothers already went here." He smiled. "I'll leave you alone to get changed. It was nice meeting you." He held out his hand. I almost didn't know what to do, but I shook his hand as I had seen my father do to one of his friends.

"Nice meeting you too. See you at the sorting?" I asked.

"See you then." Smiling he turned and left the compartment. I looked for my robes, which were on top of everything my mother had helped me pack.

After quickly changing, I felt the train slow. I took a deep breath and walked out, waiting by the door that led off of the train. Unfortunately other students had the same idea as me and it was getting a bit claustrophobic.

Finally the train came to a halt and I quickly jumped off, eager to get away from the mass of bodies.

"Firs' years! Firs' Year! Over here!" She heard this great booming voice said.

I quickly looked over and saw what I at first thought was a giant. He was ten feet tall at least and a huge messy beard and his hair blended in with the mess. Automatically he frightened me but I don't think they'd employ someone who'd hurt students, right?

Quietly I followed where he told me to go, and he said something about getting into the boats. I loved being in the water but I hated being on the water. I quickly got onto a boat, not caring if anyone followed on. After a minute I felt the boat shake as someone else climbed on. I looked back and saw Percy who was grinning at me.

I couldn't help but grin back. But I remembered my predicament with my sorting and quickly turned the grin into a small smile. I think he could tell I didn't want to talk after that so he just left me alone.

Finally, after another boy climb on and starting chatting with Percy, our boat was pushed away from the shore. I gripped the sides tightly, not wanting to fall into the inky blackness. After a minute of me trying to control my breathing, I looked up and a gasp left my lips. The castle glared at me with it's lit windows and majestic height. Quickly though I controlled my reaction. I had seen pictures and not only that but I didn't want to look like a fool.

But a quick glance around me proved that my stoic expression was weirder than the complete awed one.

After another minute we pulled into this small alcove where students where getting out. Suddenly my pulse accelerated. I knew with my clumsiness and my luck I would fall in. I looked back at Percy. "Um, sorry, but would you mind terribly if you helped me out? I'm a complete klutz." My cheeks burned and I knew my face had turned red.

He smiled, happy to be of service. "Of course Mia. Hold on let me get out first then I'll help you." Quickly he climbed from the boat. the other boy just say there and waited for me to attempt getting out.

Percy held out his hand and I grasped it tightly. At that moment I didn't care about any of my fathers prejudice or anything else other than getting out of the blasted boat.

With little difficulty Percy had managed to keep from tumbling into the water and I was extremely grateful. 'Thanks Percy!" I said.

His face turned red and the tips of his ears matched. "No problem. My mum always told me to help a lady." He mumbled.

"Well your mum is a very wise women. " I replied. I actually thought he was adorable when he blushed. Kind of reminded me of Rory when she did something bad and didn't want to get caught.

The thought of Rory instantly sobered my mood, even though it was only for a second. Taking a deep breath I smiled at Percy then passed him to meet up with the other students. They were standing around the huge man who had been met by a woman you looked strict. Her hair was pulled back severely into a bun and her dress robes were an emerald green.

"Firs' year Professor McGonagall." The hairy man said.

"Thank you Hagrid, you are free to go to the great hall." McGonagall replied. The giant-who I now knew as Hagrid-smiled nodded his head. He disappeared behind McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall looked back to us. "If you'll please follow me." Then she turned and we had no choice but to follow.

She pulled the door wide. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.

They all followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor. Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

I looked down at myself to make sure I represented the Lestrange line a proudly as I could, even if it would only be a short time longer. When I felt as if I had looked over my self thoroughly Professor McGonagall had returned.

"Follow me." Was all she said. All of the first years lumbered in behind her. The great hall was an amazing and enchanting place. The ceiling looked as if I were staring into the night sky. Hundred of little candles floated above them. I looked around me and from what I could see the were hundred of faces, staring at them almost hungrily. Truthfully it was intimidating.

Maybe she wasn't meant for another house and she was meant for Slytherin? It would certainly be easier, but every time I thought about it, it left a sour taste in my mouth and my stomach wanted to roll.

After all of the first years had crowded around the front of the hall, McGonagall produced a stool and sat and ancient dusty wizards hat. For a moment it just sat there. Then it opened it's mouth and began to sing.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

if you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

Everyone clapped in the great hall. Then McGonagall pulled out a long piece of parchment and started of calling names.

"Bradshaw, Eloisa." A small girl that was blond sudden parted from the crowed. She sat on top of the stool and Professor McGonagall placed the hat on top of her head. It was silent until the hat opened its mouth and screamed "Ravenclaw!"

One of the tables behind me suddenly burst into screams and clapped like mad. This went on for sometime until she heard "Lestrange, Emex." The hall went quiet like it had for all the other first years, but I could feel a heaviness that wasn't there before.

Suddenly I felt as if the hole worlds weight rested on my shoulders. My feet dragged as I went to sit on the chair. Once the hat was placed on my head. I kept chanting 'I want to be Gryffindor' in my head.

Then I heard another voice in my head. 'I haven't had a Lestrange in years. The whole lot of them were in Slytherin. Are you sure you want to break tradition? And why Gryffindor, you'd do well in Ravenclaw, too.'

I didn't answer, truthfully I wasn't entirely sure why I wanted to break tradition. All I knew was that she had to. ' I want to be in-'

"Gryffindor!" The hat shouted. My eyes felt as if they were bulging out of my head. I heard the Gryffindor table clap and yell loudly. I didn't say anything to anyone as I sat down. I did sit next to Percy, I was now free to be his friend.

I just had to figure out how to write my parents. What would they say? Well other than them disowning me, I was genuinely curious what my father would do. I mean he had just lost his daughter, for all intents and purposes.

I stared around me, smiling faces were beaming at everyone. I may have lost my family, but hopefully I just gained a new one.

OK, so I do NOT own any of the Harry Potter characters except Mia, Rory and their mom as of now. I have no clue if I'll add more or not. Time will tell.

Anyways this is my new fan fiction, first time writing any. So I decided to give it a try and Harry Potter will forever be my life so I thought why the hell not? Anyways comment and vote if you like it. Comment even if you don't like it and tell what should be fixed.