Disclaimer: Emma and the plot belong to me-everything else belongs to JKR. Pretty simple.
"We have your transcripts right here...yes, it seems everything's in order. I'll make the announcement tonight."
"Thank you, Headmaster." Emma offered a smile, but it wasn't returned. She'd been at the school for less than a day, and already it seemed as if she'd made it onto Albus Dumbledore's bad side.
"When am I to be sorted then, sir?"
"We'll do it now I suppose. I'm not positive the students wouldn't faint if they saw a 16 year old in the Ceremony. Come on."
Emma nodded, still confused as to why Dumbledore seemed uneasy toward her. She took up the ratty hat and placed it gently on her head, jumping slightly at it's first word.
"Hmm...You have very prominent Slytherin blood. That much is obvious. Why I've seen this blood only twice before...This pure Slytherin blood. But it's your heart that matters. Only your heart. It must be GRYFFINDOR!"
Dumbledore took the hat slowly off her head. It was at that moment that Albus Dumbledore smiled for the first time at Emma Marvola Riddle.
Emma, following Dumbledore, stepped cautiously into the Great Hall. She noticed firstly the four long tables, completely with banners hanging above each one, featuring the house symbols: a lion, a serpent, a badger, and an eagle.
She was nudged toward the table with the lion, presumably Gryffindor, as Dumbledore headed to the Head table. By this time, the whole school was staring. After all, it's not every year that Dumbledore personally escorts a student into the Hall, completely missing the whole Sorting Ceremony.
The eyes resting on Emma all turned to follow Dumbledore until he stopped at his seat at the faculty table. They were expecting a speech, as was custom, but Dumbledore merely raised his arm indicating that it was time to eat.
Sitting down at the very end of the Gryffindor table, Emma tried to avoid the hundreds of eyes staring at her while she ate her potatoes. She couldn't do it.
"Is there a problem?" Emma finally snapped at a boy who looked to be about 14.
"Uh...no. There's no problem. Sorry," he looked down at his plate, turning red.
"It's fine. I didn't mean to sound so rude...I'm Emma, by the way," she said, feeling immediately guilty.
"Colin Creevey."
"Nice to meet you," she smiled.
You know that moment where it feels like if you ate one more thing, you'd just blow up? It was then that Dumbledore stood up to make announcements.
"New students should know that the forest on the grounds, the Forbidden Forest, is totally off-limits to all students. Another reminder: No magic in the corridors. I've lost count of how many times I've said this, but if you're sincerely interested, Filch would be glad to fill you in.
"Moving on now...We have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher this year, Nymphadora Tonks. Please, she's asked to be called Tonks, so please let's all respect her wishes. We also have a transfer student this year. She comes from Durmstrang, another wizarding school I'm sure most of you have heard of. Please welcome 6th year Emma Riddle to Gryffindor. Now will prefects please lead the new students to the common rooms..."
He went on, but there were 5 students who's stopped listening. Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Draco Malfoy recognized the name Riddle. But was it possible? Glances at the dark haired, green-eyed, 16 year old, who looked very familiar confirmed their suspicions. Tom Riddle, a.k.a. Voldemort's daughter was at Hogwarts.
Author's Notes: Well, there you go. Please R&R!!! This is my first fanfic and I really want some feedback...