Chapter 1: Sorted
I felt nervous as I walked into the great hall. I had absolutely no idea what house I would be sorted into. My family, the Zoles, was notoriously unreliable when it came to sorting. The only good thing was that only 1 had been in slytherin- and well, that didn't turn out so well.
I watched person after person get sorted, my knees getting weaker and weaker with each name the sorting hat shouted. I looked down the line and saw a boy that looked almost as nervous as I felt. With a jolt, I realized that it was Harry Potter. Instantly, my problems seemed tiny compared to his. It must be horrible to have everyone in the hall know your name and be staring at you, waiting. I instantly felt glad the Zoles were not well known.
All too soon, "Zabini, Blaise." was sorted into Slytherin, and it was my turn. My knees shook as the stern-looking woman called my name.
"Zole, Arielle."
The whole hall became one big, pounding mass of color as I climbed the steps toward the sorting hat on it's stool. My mother said that it looked into your mind to find out what house you were in, which was what scared me.
Because I had a secret. A deep, Dark secret that could potentially endanger everyone- and I mean everyone- in this hall.
I could bring people back from the dead.