Disclaimer: I don't own the Bloodlines series or the Harry Potter series.
A/N: Okay, some of you might recognise this story and wonder why I have restarted it, it was because, well, I wasn't happy with a few things, like I decided to make Adrian older than Sydney, and Dimitri a teacher to keep things slightly more canon (because going to Hogwarts is totally canon). Also the protagonist is this story will probably be mostly Zoe, (I mean, there will be a lot of the other characters giving their point-of-views, but Zoe will probably appear more) and this is one of my many Zeil (Zoe / Neil ) based fics, because I don't care if that's canon or not (it is canon in my head!) so if you don't like the fact that Zoe is a main character, and that Olive will not end up with Neil, then please leave and don't send me reviews on how awful they are together, because it's my ship, it doesn't have to be yours.
This will also probably be a really long fic, as I plan on doing like, all seven years, until everyone has graduated... 1000 chapters here we come! So be prepared for long (and I mean long) updates.
I am also aware that Killerbee07 has wrote a bit on this. I asked her if I could borrow her idea and she kindly agreed. This will be as far away from her Bloodlines/Hogwarts world as I can make it, so no, I'm technically not copying it.
This is dedicated to my sister Sandra (candyisallmine), who wanted me to write her a surprise story that involved lots of Sydrian and Zeil.
So, I give you, fellow fanfic writers / readers, Bloodlines goes to Hogwarts.
3rd Person's P.O.V:
Zoe walked into the Great Hall after following Hagrid from the boat after the trip on the Hogwarts Express. Right now, she would give anything not to be there, as she stood, terrified, behind her sister, Sydney. She didn't know what the "sorting process" involved, but it sounded ominous and scary. Their, Sydney and Zoe's, dad was adamant that they get into Ravenclaw, and she hoped, for both of their sakes, that they did. But for now she would take any house gladly if it meant that she could stop the vicious butterflies in her stomach.
Then, the doors opened, and everyone filed in after fixing their robes and smoothing their hair. All of the current Hogwarts students were staring at them. It was unnerving. Zoe's brain kept replaying Professor McGonagall's speech: "Each house has its own noble history, and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards." Zoe couldn't help but think that if that was so, why did her father want her to get into Ravenclaw so badly? She did not see why intelligence was far more superior than bravery, cunning or friendliness as he had told them many, many times before.
He was very biased.
As she stepped into the midst of sitting students, she looked around, trying to spot what this "test" was. In front of them was an frayed, and very tattered, hat that looked long past its wear by date, and was sitting on a small wooden stool. She looked up at the ceiling, curious to see if what their father had told them had been true. And it was. The ceiling was the image of the sky outside. "The ceiling is bewitched to look like the sky," their father had said, walking back and forth briskly while giving them a not-so-new speech. "It's not the actual sky." He told them this to "prevent them from becoming blithering idiots" and proceeded to mutter under his breath. But he only told them what was necessary to make him (and them, she supposed) look good. He had keep the rest as classified information. And he hadn't said anything about a dirty old hat. Which was probably why she got such a fright when it 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 hat smarter than me. You can keep all 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 that the Sorting Hat can't see, so try me on and I will tell you where you ought to be. You might be belong to Gryffindor, where dwell the brave of heart, their daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart; You might belong to Hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal, those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise 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 are in safe hands (though I have none) for I'm a thinking Cap!" The Sorting Hat finished his song with a laugh. Everything burst into applause and it bowed.
"When I call your name," Professor McGonagall announced. "Sit on the stool and put on the Sorting Hat." Everyone was silent.
"Julia Cavendish."
Julia sat on the stool as the hat slipped over her head, she placed her hands over her mouth to try and prevent her nervous giggles from being heard. The hat only took a few seconds to decide, and then it yelled out: "Hufflepuff!"
Cheers erupted from the Hufflepuff table as a still giggling Julia stumbled over to her table. Hufflepuff had gotten the first student of the year.
"Jillian Dragomir."
Jill stepped up and pulled the hat over her head. She wished that people would stop calling her Jillian, it sounded so... elegant, and she wished that they would call her Manstrano-Dragomir, and not just the name of her deceased father, who she hardly knew. She wasn't a Dragomir. Not at all.
"Hmm..." the hat said. "You are exceptionally brave, but you also have a very kind heart. Where to put you... where to put you..." There was a short moment of silence before the Sorting Hat announced his decision. "Hufflepuff!"
Jill looked over at her half-sister, who was staring at Jill with interest, as if wondering why the Sorting Hat didn't put her into Slytherin for all her "sneaky crimes" like being born. There was no way that Lissa was going to be sorted into Hufflepuff, Jill thought glumly as she joined her table. And Lissa was probably over the moon by that.
"Vasilisa Dragomir."
Lissa couldn't help but cringe as she heard her real first name. It was so ugly. Why couldn't she have been named something simpler? Something people didn't laugh about when they heard it, or struggled to pronounce when seen on paper. Although, Professor McGonagall had pronounced it perfectly, thank goodness. As she sat down on the stool and gently placed the Sorting Hat on her head, she couldn't help but hope she wasn't sorted into Hufflepuff. It wasn't that she hated Jill, it was just... she was an obstacle in her parent's relationship, and it was an obstacle in her and her father's relationship. Although, she supposed that she should thank her for being the cause that she was being sent to Hogwarts with Rose and not Beauxbatons with Mia... She'd just rather avoid the whole situation than confront it.
She thought of her brother who was starting his third year at Durmstrang tomorrow... And then she heard the Sorting Hat talking to her. "Vasilisa, Vasilisa, where should we put you...? Hmm... where would you like to go?" The Sorting Hat asked, and Lissa had no idea why he was asking. Didn't he decide, not them? Lissa thought of her friend Rose Hathaway, who was undoubtedly going to be a Gryffindor, when the Sorting Hat announced, "Gryffindor!"
Lissa hurried to her new table, as the Gryffindors erupted into cheers and claps, as Rose gave her a big grin. On her way over, she didn't look for Jill in the Hufflepuff table.
"Rosemarie Hathaway."
Rose grimaced as her full name was called out, but she still bounded up to the stool eagerly, knowing full well that she would be sorted into Gryffindor - and she was right. The hat was hardly on her head when he shouted it out.
She sat beside Lissa, and gripped her hand tightly. She had been telling her for the whole summer that they wouldn't be split up - and she was right.
"Christian Ozera."
Christian walked to the stool, head down, not wanting to see the reaction of the other students as his name was called. The Slytherins would probably be beaming, knowing that there was no doubt that he would become one of them, and the others would probably gape at him as if he had two heads or five eyes. He didn't want to be sorted. He already knew the answer. He didn't want it to become confirmed.
"You come from a long line of Slytherins I see..." the Sorting Hat hummed, and Christian shut his eyes tightly, hoping that the hat wouldn't save anything else about his stupid family and just announce his house already. "So impatient," the hat laughed, "well I hope you won't be too disappointed with my choice."
"Gryffindor!" Christian nearly fell off the stool in surprise. There was a loud silence, as everyone gaped in surprise, and then, slowly, the Gryffindors started to clap and cheer. Christian joined his house table, but sat at the far end, feeling the eyes burning into his side.
"Neil Raymond."
Neil strolled up to the stool, no emotion displayed on his face. He had been trained for this, put into the wilderness and more, just to make sure that he was in possession of all the qualities that a Gryffindor needed.
As the hat was placed onto his head, it gave a rough laugh. "You've really prepared for this, haven't you? Maybe I should place you in Slytherin..."
"Don't... please..." Neil whispered. "I need to be placed into Gryffindor... you can see my thoughts... y-you know why."
"So I do," the hat purred. "But I don't see how that should influence my decision." Neil shut his eyes tightly. "Gryffindor!" And as he mentally thanked the hat, he hurried to his house table. Relieved, but not happy.
"Sydney Sage."
Sydney walked up to the Sorting Hate, no emotion on her face either. "Well, well, what do we have here. You are smart, no doubt about that, Ravenclaw is definitely for you but... what is this I see about Keith Darnell's eye... that is Slytherin material." Sydney felt herself pale instantly. "Don't worry, I won't tell..."
"Ravenclaw!" Sydney rushed to her table happily.
"Zoe Sage."
Zoe walked up nervously, and sat down on the stool, her hands shaking as she put on the hat. "Hmm..." the Sorting Hat murmured. "Ravenclaw!"
Zoe jumped off the stool immediately, and rushed to sit beside her sister, who smiled encouragingly at her as she took her seat at the Ravenclaw table.
"Kristen Sawyer."
Kristen, who had been having a conversation with her best friend, Julia, through eye contact, jumped and started walking quickly to the stool. The hat hadn't even touched her head when it yelled out "Hufflepuff".
"Olive Sinclair."
Olive paled when she realised that she couldn't see her sister. She hoped that she would be sorted into Hufflepuff alongside her. She knew that everyone thought that it was a bad house, but it really wasn't. Not according to Nina and all the stories that she told about her years at Hogwarts so far. People in Hufflepuff were usually friendly and nice. Olive could do with some nice when it came to people right now.
But as she slipped the Sorting Hat over her head, and she caught sight of her sister's face, the hat screamed out "Gryffindor!" so confidently and loudly, that there could be no mistake. Olive wasn't going to be seeing Nina as often as she liked, even if they were at the same school.
"Laurel Stryder."
Laurel sashayed up to the stool confidently, and put the hat over her sleek hair, frowning disdainfully at it. It was so... old, why wouldn't they just charm another hat to sing for them.
"Slytherin!" The hat screamed, not even bothering to open his mouth to the child below him.
And as Laurel joined her table, the Sorting Ceremony was finished.
. . .
"Okay peeps, this is how it works." One of the Ravenclaw prefects said to all the first year Ravenclaws. "To get into the common room, you must answer a general knowledge question. Because it's your first night, I'll answer the question for you. But just so you know, they aren't all easy. You could arrive here after class one afternoon and see a line of your fellow students all trying to find the answer." The prefect looked at the portrait.
"What is the spell to levitate objects?"
" Wingardium Leviosa!" The prefect announced, and the portrait swung open to reveal the Ravenclaw common room. "Come, this is your new home for the school year - you are going to love it here..."
"Okay people, we like to take things nice and easy here in Hufflepuff, as you all probably know." The prefect announced cheerfully. "So, to get into the Hufflepuff common room all you have to do is basically be really cheerful." There was silence and the prefect that was talking, and her fellow prefect beside her, laughed. "We're joking, God," she grinned. "All you have to do is be a Hufflepuff - and remember your name." She shook her lavender hair towards them. "I'm Rowena Clarke," she announced, as the portrait swung open into the Hufflepuff common room.
"Start making yourself at home!" The prefect beside Rowena announced, letting the first years file through.
"The password to open the portrait of the Fat Lady to get into the Gryffindor common room is Hogsmeade! This password will change every month, so make sure that you stay up-to-date!" The prefect that was talking told them, and then looked over at his companion to demonstrate this.
"Hogsmeade," the fellow prefect told the Fat Lady, and the portrait swung open to show the way into the Gryffindor common room.
"Be very impressed, little Gryffindors." The male prefect said, grinning. "This is your new home!"
"Here," the Slytherin prefect stopped in front of a damp patch of wall down in the dungeon. "The password is pure-blood. The password will be changed every month, and be sure not to share it with any students who aren't Slytherin." The wall slid away to show the Slytherin common room. "Despite the fact that our common room is located in a dungeon, the common room is quite warm and comfortable - come in and see." The Slytherin prefect smirked. "Thankfully. Because this is your home for the next five, and hopefully seven, years."
A/N: So what do you think of the new and improved version of Bloodlines Goes To Hogwarts? Reviews are appreciated as you probably know. I'll try my absolute hardest to update somewhat regularly. But I've only eight weeks of school and exams left, so two months, and I'm all yours guys.