A/N: This story was written by me and two of my friends. My character is Sydney and all other parts were written by either Cassie (Caley) or Laura (Nikki). In reviews, please say which one you think is best and how they can be made better.
Disclaimer: Neither me, Laura, or Cassie own Harry Potter. JK does
Sydney:
This is so embarrassing! I'm 16; I should have been going to Hogwarts for 6 years already. Now I have to be sorted into a house with all of the first years.
My dad is a vampire who left his coven when he fell for my mom. When they had me they were scared I would need to drink people's blood. When I turned 11 I got a Hogwarts letter but my family wouldn't let me go just in case I inherited vampire traits while at school. They are sure that I'm safe now but it took a lot of begging to get them to let me go to a public school.
The only thing saving me from total humiliation are the two other older girls being sorted.
The first one I met on the tour of Hogwarts. Her name is Caley. She comes from California, USA. She is super sporty with perfect, soft, blonde hair and an even tan that I can't help but envying (I have my fathers pale skin). She was home-schooled just like me. But unlike me, she wasn't raised by her parents. She was taught by her adoptive father, the old Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Remus Lupin. Why, I'm not sure. But since she was raised by a professor she's crazy smart and knew everything about Hogwarts before she even came through the door. I don't know why she's just now starting public school but I sure am glad I have someone cool I know before the sorting.
The second girl is a fifth year (one year younger than Caley and I). I've only just met her ut she seems cool, edgy, and rebellious. I've heard our mothers were best friends that lost touch when my dad came around, which means her parents are purebloods. She doesn't act like it, though, or look it for that matter. She has bright red hair that reminds me of plain, fresh, blood and eyes that look like the midnight sky - not black but a deep blue. Her skin is olive toned with remaints of a summer tan. Her name is Nikki. She spent the previous 4 years of magic education at beauxbatons.
Professor McGonagall led the three of us and the 20 or so first years up two flights of stars to a large doorway. She then told us to stay still and disappeared down a hall I hadn't noticed.
For the next 10 minutes the new wizards and witches goggled at us. They were entertained by Nikki's odd hair and eye color, fascinated by Caley's all American looks and attitude (most of them have never been to America), and were wary of both my vampiric complexion and my hostile expression.
When our transfigurations professor returned the first years split into two lines with the sixth years trailing behind next to each other and the fifth year separating the 11 year olds from the 16 year olds.
The great halls four tables I saw during the tour were now nearly packed with students spare about eight seats near the end of each table, obviously set for the new students.
In the middle of the table directly to my left were two boys, twins, with hair almost as red as Nikki's. One was nodding and winked at me while the other one was mouthing for me to call him (call him what?) and putting his thumb by his ear and pinky by his mouth.
"Me?" I mouthed silently, pointing to myself.
They both nodded. I blushed and looked to the ground.
During the long walk to the stool I also noticed a younger boy with the same red hair as the twins (a younger brother, perhaps?) staring a Nikki. His ears were almost as red as his hair but he couldn't look away. His buddy with untidy black hair caught sight of the boys' distraction and smirked knowingly, looking between Nikki and his friend. Nikki noticed the attention and blushed, clearly embarrassed.
We reached the front of the hall and split from our rows into one big cluster.
McGonagall had been carrying an old scruffy hat the whole way down the isle and now she has place the hat on the stool we were walking towards. I expected her to make a speech but instead the hat started singing. He explained how Gryffindors are brave and Chivalrous. Hufflepuffs are loyal, dedicated, and hardworking. Ravenclaws are intelligent and witty. And Slytherins are ambitious, clever, cunning, determined, resourceful, and self preserving.
Unlike the rest of the new students who were marveling at the talking hat, I was watching the faces of everybody. I could tell the blood traitors and muggleborns because they cringed at the mention of Slytherin. I also saw the purebloods scowl at Gryffindor and smirk and laugh at Hufflepuff. Caley's eyes sparkled at the part about wit and intelligence. I could practically see Nikki's ears perk up when courage was brought up. It was easy to tell who would be put in what house.
After the spiel, (McGonagall) stepped back up and started calling the 11 year olds up. Almost everyone was sorted where i thought they would be. And finally, The Bun cleared her throat and announced "We have three new students here and blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda" (I don't have a very long attention span).
Then she picked up the sorting hat again and called Caley up to the stool. Nikki and I were the only ones left standing where there once was a huge group of kids.
Caley sat on the chair struggling. It almost looked like she was arguing with the hat. Then the sorting cap yelled "RAVENCLAW" and Caley, like many before her, let out a sigh of relief and skipped to the cheering table on the very left of the hall.
I was still watching the blonde move to her spot when the professor announced "Noel, Sydney".
"It's Noël" I complained as I lazily lifted each foot up the steps to the wooden stool.
The hat was placed on my head when I sat. Since I was older, and my head circumference is larger, the hat didn't flop over my eyes and I was able to clearly see the entire student body staring at me with interest.
I'm not much to look at. I have dark auburn hair and muted lavender eyes. My skin - as I said earlier - is pale, almost translucent, vampire white. Although I get my angular features and contrasted coloring from my dad, I have the softness of my mom in the shape of my face and body. I have the personality of my father when he was young.
I was startled when the sorting hat spoke in my thoughts. You're cunning... Vampire/pureblood heritage... You wouldn't get pushed around. You have the perfect personality traits for a -
"SLYTHERIN" He yelled out loud.
I stood up, took the hat off, and strolled to the table furthest from Ravenclaw.
The Slytherins clapped excitedly while the other tables were about as perky and happy about my being a Slytherin as I was indifferent about it.
McGonagall waited for me to be seated before calling Nikki's name. She strode confidently up to the stool and sat down proudly. She was barley sitting for five seconds when she was sorted into Gryffindor. She went to the brave students and the feast began.
Caley:
I am welcomed by all the Ravenclaws as I sit down.
"Hi" A girl with blonde-almost-white hair and big blue eyes says. "I'm Luna"
I automatically think of Remus when she tells me her name. "Luna" I repeat to her. "Pleased to meet you."
After meeting everyone I look at the food on the table. A lot of it I don't recognize. I randomly take the food onto my plate. It's not bad but it sure isn't my usual American hot dog. I eat enough to fill me up then leave the remains on my plate.
While everyone else eats I look around and see the two new older girls, Nikki and Sydney.
Nikki is enrolled in a conversation with Harry, Hermione, and Ron - whose ears happen to be redder than before.
I turn my attention away from Nikki and towards Sydney who is looking at me but not in interest like everyone else. She seems more bored or annoyed. I return the blankness with a smile. She shoots me a confused look before being reeled into a brag match with Draco Malfoy (Remus told me all about him).
My attention returns to my table of Ravenclaws. Across from me Cho and Luna are talking about Defense Against the Dark Arts and how they're hoping they have a normal teacher this year.
"What do you mean 'normal teacher'?" I ask.
""We - well, I - haven't had a normal DADA teacher since the whole time I've been here" Luna said softly.
"Well... who were the teachers?" I ask.
"The weird ones started coming five years ago. We've had Quirrell, Lockhart, Lupin, and Mad-eye," Cho explained.
"What made them so abnormal?"
"Quirrell was host body to you-know-who, Lockhart was a fake, Lupin was a werewolf, and Mad-eye was Barty Crouch in disguise." The two took turns describing the weirdness or each professor.
"Oh. Who do we have now?" I was just full of questions today
"Professor Delores Umbridge" Both girls say in unison.
Nikki:
As soon as the sorting hat announced "Gryffindor" I changed my eye color from midnight blue, which I use for all of my first experiences, to Gryffindor colors. One eye gold and the other maroon.
I am a metamorphagus. I have been able to change my physical appearance since seconds after I was born. My mother hates it - but then again my mother hates a lot of things. I love being a metamorphagus almost as much as I love being a witch. It gives me a sense of creativity and the courage to try new things. Once I even tried being a boy for a day but it was weird.
I like to keep my eyes midnight blue for first impressions because I like to have peoples first memories of me, the real me, or as close as I can get to it.
As I walked to the table I headed toward the end where all of the new students sit (or where the first years sit). At least they'd be as clueless as I was. I would be able to follow the conversation and, with luck, I would be able to get some answers from people who had older brothers and sisters that already went here.
I started sorting out the first years that looked like they would know the most from the ones who didn't when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a spot where all of the fifth years were sitting magically opened up and someone from the other side of the table motioned for me to come sit down.
So this spot was intended for me? I was ecstatic. It would be nice to make some friends right off the bat.
The spot was between two boys. The one on the left with dark hair and the one on the right with red hair and surprisingly red ears. With every step I took towards the spot, the boy on right, "Reddy"s (I'd nicknamed him already. It's just a thing that I did in my mind before I knew someone's name) ears got another shade darker until I was amazed that my favorite color -red- could get that powerfully vibrant. Could I get my hair that red? I asked myself. I would have to try hard but not as hard as that one time... Let's not get into that. This was spectacular!! I never knew that anyone could get that... RED!
Finally I was near my seat. Right before I sat down I saw the dark haired boy and Reddy give each other significant looks. Almost as if they were challenging each other.
The second I sat down, both boys shot out "Hey, I'm..." apparently they were both named Haron (Harry - Ron. Get it? I didn't the first time I read it).
Jokingly I stuck a hand out the dark haired boy, then Reddy and said "It's nice to meet you Haron" I had managed to get even the dark one to blush a little.
"Sorry, I'm Harry. Harry Potter." Then he shot a back-down-or-else look.
This was the famous Harry Potter. The one who fought off he-who-must-not-be-named. Wow...
"I'm Ron" Reddy piped up while he still had a chance.
The rest of the people in the bubble around us introduced themselves. There was Neville, Hermione, Fred and George (twins who I couldn't distinguish between but were related to Ron), and Ginny (also part of the red head clan). The rest of the peoples names I forgot but i promised myself that I would remember.
I had noticed everyone had been eyeing me weirdly since I sat down. I knew why, but i was waiting until someone mustered up the courage to ask. They probably blurted more than asked but it was either Fred or George (I will call them Frorge from now on. I hope they don't mind) who asked, "what's with your eye?"
Sydney:
When the food appeared, three fifth years walked up to me assertively. One, the leader, has white blonde hair and the face of a ferret. His face was even more weasel-like because he was sneering. He also had two goons with him. They looked like mindless muscle - you know the kind that uses fake names like Spike and Bruno.
I turn sharply to them and glare before they can reach me. I even dropped my fork and made a loud metal-hitting-porcelain sound. "Who are you and what do you want?"
The blonde smirked at me. "I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy. You may have heard of my family?" He made it a question and paused like he expected me to go "Oh. You're a Malfoy? That is so cool! I've heard all about you!" When I stayed silent his sneer wilted into an ungrinning leer. "I am the guy to know on campus. Slytherin is all about social standing. Stick with me and I can help you survive the next couple years." He was grinning again when he finished.
I gave him the same blank look as before. Then filled life back into my eyes right as he was about to get angry.
"Do you play Quittich?" I asked excitedly.
He was hesitant but didn't want to miss a chance to brag. "yes... I'm the seeker and team captain" He was smug. "Do you play?"
"I'm a beater. The best around, I bet. I just love beating bludgers."
His eyes lit up at the last part. I was having way too much fun.
After a little more useless conversation filled with gloating and innuendos he walked away.
I didn't have much time before someone else would attempt to strike up a conversation.
The time alone I used thinking. I was thinking about how much the Slytherins are like me. I like ignorant people because their fun to mess with. I don't know if the people of this pure house would be cunning and clever like my father and me, or self absorbed and shallow like my mother. If they are like my mother, I thought. I could use them, I could use them well.
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