Cliodna Donn It has been at least ten years since Harry Potter, the boy who lived, announced that he had a son. In that same year a mysterious young female was born of Serena Riddle, only known descendant of Tom Riddle otherwise known as Lord Voldemort. All the witches and wizards knew of this child and feared her more than Voldemort himself and they feared Voldemort so much that they could not bear to speak his name. He is now best known as You-Know-Who. The only way to tell the child from any other is to spot a mark on her inner-arm much like the shape of a crab. Serena changed her poor child's name from Riddle so that she was not to bear the burden of her grandfather's wrongdoings. She grew up a happy girl as she transformed into a very loved one. She was Cliodna Donn. * The Sorting Hat finished it's brand new song and the whole hall burst into applause. The songs seemed to be getting better each year. Professor McGonagall did her usual role call and the children, one by one were placed into four groups: Gryffindor the brave, Ravenclaw the clever, Hufflepuff the hard-working and Slytherin the determined, well that's what the Sorting Hat says anyway. Everyone knew that Slytherin was for the bad kids. Despite this, Professor Snape seemed to praise them and favour them over any others. He was, after all, the representative teacher of Slytherin. After all of the first-years had been sorted Professor Dumbledore made an announcement. "Well now that all of our first years have been sorted it is time for our newest member to be sorted. This is her first her very first year at Hogwarts and she hasn't been to any other school of witchcraft and wizardry but she will be too out of place doing classes with our first year students so she will be taking fifth year classes." Cliodna went up to the stool, placed the Sorting Hat upon her head and soon had the feeling that something was rummaging through her brain. She heard a small voice. "Oh how interesting... with THIS past you ought to be in Slytherin but... your mind and heart is pure, loyal and brave so I come to the conclusion of... GRYFFINDOR!" The last word, Gryffindor, was pronounced to the whole hall. The Gryffindor stood up and cheered as Cliodna made her way over. "Hah!" cried a boy; he was a Weasley without doubt. "We ALWAYS get the exceptions! We got the Potters AND this one! Sucked in Slytherin!"