Disclaimer for whole story: If I owned Harry Potter, why in the world would I be writing a fanfic right now?

"Malfoy, Aveira,"

The porcelain-blonde girl took a few tentative steps until she reached the stool and took the hat from her brother, who had previously been sorted into Slytherin. She placed it atop her long hair, that grew darker and darker as her nervousness and slight discomfort from the stares of her peers grew. She was a metamorphmagus, and now the whole of Hogwarts knew it.

"Another Malfoy, eh? What to do with you….Every Malfoy has been in Slytherin, you know." She heard the hat's voice say inside her head.

"I do," she thought.

"You have bravery, a Gryffindor trait; you also have a strong thirst for knowledge. Ravenclaw and Gryffindor would both suit you well, along with Slytherin. Though, the only reason you would fit in Slytherin is because you are a Malfoy…"

"If that's the only reason, I'd rather be in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw," she thought.

"Bravery…you also want to prove that you aren't who everyone thinks you are because of your name, you don't like the Malfoy label. I think it should be GRYFFINDOR!" the hat yelled the last part, leaving Aveira in shock. She had thought for sure she would end up in Slytherin or Ravenclaw; Malfoys never end up in Gryffindor…

No one applauded. It was dead silent as Aveira put the hat down on the stool and walked quickly to the Gryffindor table. She sat next to a girl with bushy brown hair and stared at her plate. She didn't look up until a boy with black hair sat across from her. His round glasses covered bright green eyes that seemed to shine in the light. They were the most beautiful eyes Aveira had ever seen.

"You're Malfoy's sister, aren't you?" the boy asked.

"I'd rather be known as Aveira, if you don't mind. I don't like the Malfoy label." She replied. "And who are you?"

"Harry Potter," he answered. She took in the slightest breath, "But I'd rather be known just as Harry, if you don't mind." Aveira gave a small smile and so did he.

Then a boy with bright red hair sat down next to her.

"You're a Malfoy!" he said, incredulously.

"Aveira," Harry and Aveira said. Aveira giggled a little bit. "Who are you?"

"Ron Weasley," he replied, a little bit hesitantly.

"Nice to meet you Harry, Ron." Aveira said.

When the Sorting was over, food appeared. There was so much food, Aveira was sure she was going to have a stomach ache later. As she reached for the Blood Pudding, she accidentally bumped into the girl with bushy brown hair.

"Oh, sorry," She said.

"It's fine. I'm Hermione. What's your name?"

"Aveira,"

"That's a nice name," Hermione replied before turning back to her food.

After dinner and Dumbledore's speech, they were led to the Gryffindor common room. Before they got out of the Great Hall, however, Aveira chanced a look at her brother. Draco Malfoy caught his sister's eye. He couldn't believe she had been put in Gryffindor. It was just outrageous. He saw her wave and he waved back. Then he held up his wand and she nodded before turning away to walk out of the Hall.

When Aveira got to her dormitory, that she shared with Hermione and the other first years girls, she sat on a bed that she claimed; the one right next to the window. She sat and waited until everyone fell asleep. When everyone else was dead to the world, she went downstairs to the common room to see if there was anyone else in there.

When she saw that she was the only on awake, she pulled out a small, two-way mirror.

"Draco Malfoy," she said, looking into the small mirror.

Suddenly, her brother's face appeared in the mirror.

"Are you alone?" he asked. She only nodded.

"I cannot believe you were Sorted into Gryffindor!" he said, making Aveira's hair begin to darken once more.

"Neither can I. Father is going to be absolutely thrilled." She said, sarcasm coating her words.

"Malfoys are always in Slytherin. And here you are in Gryffindor, Father is going to be livid." He said.

"Okay, I'm sorry Draco, but I'd really rather go to bed. I don't want to think about it anymore, alright? I don't have a problem with it as much as Father will. It's just a school house, right?"

"I suppose…but expect a letter from Father by morning. You know he won't see it that way. You know he won't listen to that. He will probably hold it against you."

"Will you hold it against me?" she whispered. Her brother's eyes softened a bit.

"Of course not, Aveira."

"Thanks." She said. He nodded. "Well, good night."

"Good Night." And with that she went up the stairs to the girls' dormitories.