Chapter 1: Breathe
I don't own Harry Potter. That obviously stays with the brilliant J.K. Rowling. This story is over done I know but I thought I'd give it a whirl. This story will contain direct quotes from the Harry Potter series, both the novels and the films. Enjoy.
In. Out. In. Out.
"Concerned?" the talking hat asks. She barely nods. "Hmm. Potential in all the houses. Loyal, kind, smart, ambitious."
Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.
The girl on the stool closes her sparkling, light brown eyes, praying for the best.
"Hmm… Right. I've got it. Gryffindor!"
Almost every person in the corridor drops their mouths out of shock. But no one is more shocked than the girl and her sister sitting at the Slytherin table.
The girl drags her feet in the direction of the house she was just put into with a few half-hearted claps from the table. She catches a glimpse of her cousin in the crowd of eleven year-olds yet to be sorted, easily picked out by his blond hair. He can't even look at her, too worried that he, too, may be put into that house. She also sees her sister's face, mixed with so many different emotions; angry at her younger sister for not getting into Slytherin, hurt that the family tradition has been broken, confused as to why she was placed into Gryffindor, and frustrated at the old, ragged hat.
As she sits down at the table she notices her sister makes a motion to get up and protest, but a hand stops her. The girl recognizes the owner of the hand; the boy that she saw nearly everyday all summer because he was hanging out with her sister. Her sister stares at the table for a second before looking at her and shakes her head disapprovingly. Before she has time to mouth a response, her sister has directed her attention back to the students being called up to be sorted.
But maybe that's too far ahead.
Let's start on March 8, 1980.