Oh, look, Molly's uploading something multi-chaptered that she hasn't finished yet. She must be some sort of idiot.

So, I decided to do spitfire week. I'm a bit behind. I haven't done today's thing...or yesterday's...but, instead of writing them, I'm posting day one.

Good idea, Molly.

Title: Grythindoor!

Characters/Pairings: Artemis, Wally, Spitfire, hinted Supermartian because I couldn't resist, extremely faint ArtCam for my sister

Summary: My seven pieces of writing for Spitfire week. The seven promts were; Mash-up, 3.A.M, Grass, Hands, Tears, College and Food. Chapter one: After everything Artemis's family had done and the reputation they had earned, Artemis had never expected to be sorted into Gryffindoor.

Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice, Harry Potter or any of their characters.

"Next up..." Minerva McGonagall called, her strict voice echoing through the large hall. Four, long tables of first-years stared at her, most wanting to bang their head against the wood in boredom. The only sound you could hear for a moment was the footfalls of the latest student to be sorted, Cameron Mahkent, who made his way to the Slytherin table, looking quite pleased with himself. Minerva waited until he sat down before continuing. "Connor Kent."

A muscular, raven haired boy stood and walked up to the sorting hat, face stony. Artemis Crock watched him with little interest, twirling a lock of blonde hair between her fingers and letting out a quiet yawn. She had known that there were a lot of people in each year, but this was ridiculous. She felt she had been sitting there for years, and they weren't even halfway through yet. "Gryffindoor!" Artemis jumped out her skin, surprised by the Hat's announcement. The stony-faced boy nodded to himself, stood and walked towards the Gryffindoor bench. An auburn haired girl – Megan Morse, Artemis believed – who had already been sorted scooted over slightly to make room for him and smiled as he sat down next to her. If Artemis looked closely, she thought that she saw the sides of his mouth lift at the sight of Megan bouncing up and down with excitement that they were in the same house.

"Artemis Crock!" McGonagall called, and Artemis let out a deep sigh. Almost half the heads in the hall snapped up at her last name, but she tried to ignore that. She knew that her family was infamous for causing all sorts of trouble in this school. Her sister, Jade Nguyen, had spent her free time almost scaring students to death with her Cheshire-like grin and unnatural agility. Before her, her Mother and Father had once teamed up and destroyed both the male and female toilets in one of their early years, and all three of them had been Slytherin. She expected that a similar fate awaited her.

She stood and made her way to the stage, trying her best to ignore all the gazes that she could feel burning into her back. She could tell that half of them were glares, and frowned to herself. It was not going to be easy making friends here, she knew. She sat down on the stool, embarrassed to find that, on it, her feet didn't reach the floor. Her eyes skimmed over the crowds of students staring at her, and her face went red at how she could almost feel most of them judging her. She felt the hat being placed on her head and squeezed her eyes shut. This was going to be the worst moment of her life. She could imagine everyone's faces when the hat announced that she would be going to sit at the Slytherin table. Most would be muttering I-told-you-so to their friends, and others would be shaking their head at her. She hated the bad reputation Slytherin got. Not everyone in that house was bad – her best friend, Cameron, was in there now, after all.

"Hm...this is a tricky one..." The hat mused, talking to itself. Artemis screamed at it in her head to just get it over with. She hated sitting here in front of God knows how many other people who were probably preparing themselves for when she walks past them on the way to her house table and they can throw her glares. The hat seemed to pick up on this and frowned. "Patience. You think that you'll be a Slytherin, eh? Well, we'll see. Hm...intelligent...but brave, too..." Artemis inwardly groaned. "I know, Gryffindoor!"

Artemis's eyes snapped open in surprise. She craned her neck so that she could see the hat just before it was taken off her head and she was rushed off stage. She scanned the room again, and this time she could see shock on most people's faces. She mouthed 'Sorry' to Cameron, who had saved her a seat next to him on the Slytherin table. He shook his head and mouthed 'I'll talk to you later' before turning and talking to people on his table in hushed voices. She honestly couldn't believe that she had been sent to Gryffindoor. Maybe she wouldn't be like her family after all? Maybe she had a chance of making friends and actually fitting in for once in her life? She walked to the Gryffindoor table automatically as all these things ran through her head. She froze and scanned for an empty seat, until she saw someone waving, almost madly, at her and grinning. She blinked and he beckoned for her to sit next to him. After a moment's hesitation, she shrugged to herself and sat on the wood beside him.

"Hi!" He greeted, and she saw that he had a mouthful of food – she wondered how he got it, since they hadn't put out the food yet. She heard McGonagall calling 'Zatanna Zatara' and distantly thought about how strange that name was. She studied the boy. He had messy ginger hair and emerald green eyes that sparkled. Freckles dusted his face. "S'up? Name's Wally. Wally West" He winked at her.

Artemis laughed lightly and rolled her eyes.. "I'm Artemis – but, I guess you heard that. Eugh," She recoiled slightly, realising that he had accidentally spat some food on her. She flicked it off, looking disgusted. "Stop eating with your mouth full, it's disgusting." Wally grinned at her, like he was proud of being disgusting.

"I know!"

Artemis couldn't help but laugh at his idiocy – and it was definitely his idiocy, not his charming smile. He seemed quite pleased that he got her to laugh. It sounded like bells, in his opinion. He finished his food and decided that he was satisfied enough for now. He waited for her to finish laughing. When she was simply smiling, he sobered up. "So...why did you think that you were going to be in Slytherin?" She turned her head to him, frowning. He held up his hands. "You don't have to answer, I'm just curious."

Artemis sighed, turning her gaze towards the table. "I thought everyone knew..." She muttered. Wally heard and lowered his hands before frowning.

"Well, I obviously don't. Care to tell me?"

"I...you...you've never heard of my family?" Artemis stuttered, shocked. Wally shook his head dumbly. "Well, they...they're kind of notorious for being the 'bad students'. My sister, Jade Nguyen, she loved to scare people. Seriously, it was a nightmare sharing a bedroom with her. And, when both my mother and father were in school together, they...liked to team up and cause a whole lot of trouble. About two years after I was born, my mother came to her senses." her voice went quiet, and Wally frowned at her sympathetically, sensing the sudden sadness in her tone. "My Dad...he refused to see sense. They fought and...he got out his wand.

"My Mum couldn't find hers. She thinks she left it somewhere by mistake. So, she was defenceless against my Dad's magic and he...he almost killed her. Someone managed to stop him, thankfully. It was in all the newspapers, I thought everyone saw it. I was deemed as an outcast. He was sent to prison for attempted murder, but broke out some time later. He's on the run now. And, my mother...she's in a wheelchair now, and is still sorry for the stuff she did." She was silent for a while, and felt Wally pat her on the back awkwardly, unsure of what to do. She almost laughed.

"I'm sorry," He said softly, trying his best to comfort her. He was never good at comforting people, but he had no idea what to do next. He was surprised to see her smirk up at him and bat his hand away.

"Don't be. I'm over it anyway." She replied breezily, and he smiled. He could tell that she wasn't, just by her eyes (which, he found, where stunningly grey), but didn't press it. If she didn't want to talk about it any more, they wouldn't. He knew how it is when you just want to keep it a secret, when you think no one will understand.

"'Kay." Said Wally brightly, smiling. She felt something inside her that felt suspiciously like her stomach was doing somersaults and landing on her heart at his smile, but ignored that, because she had only just met the guy, and she didn't believe in that 'love at first site' junk.

"So..." She started hesitantly, scared of how he may answer. When most people found out about how messed up her family is, they usually abandon her in fear of being an outcast like her."You still...want me to sit next to you?" Wally blinked at her, confused.

"Why wouldn't I? You've done nothing wrong. You're not your family." He smiled at her and she immediately felt herself beaming at him. She was so glad that he wasn't going so shun her away like most do. Wally saw the way her smile lit up her face and suddenly felt warmed, like a fire was lit inside him. He wondered what it meant. She frowned (to Wally's slight disappointment), suddenly remembering something.

"Hey, by the way, where did you get that food?" She asked. "I thought they only give us food after the sorting is over." He grinned mischievously at her, and she couldn't help but smile back, for a reason she decided to skip over. He dug a hand into his robes and searched for a moment, before pulling out a mini-mountain of Chocolate Frogs and Puking Pastels. She wondered how he fit that much candy in his robe.

"Want some? I got more."

She laughed again.

When Artemis lay in her bed late on the night of her first day and she thought about her encounter with Wally West, she felt like slapping herself.

When he had asked her about her family, she had told him. She had willingly told someone about her family. That was not supposed to happen. If someone didn't know about her family, then she should let them not know. What if they react by pushing her away? That could have happened! She smacked the heel of her hand against her forehead and groaned – careful with how loud she was, since the rest of the girls in her dorm were sleeping. Tomorrow he's probably going to have changed his mind. He's probably going to act like no words were shared between them and he didn't know her. 'Great,' She thought. 'Just great.'

But, that grin had forced her to tell him, that charming grin of his. So, really, she reasoned, it was his fault. It was his fault that she felt butterflies flutter in her stomach when he was kind to her. It was his fault that he had such green eyes. It was his fault when she felt a small part of her melt when he laughed.

Yeah. His fault.

When Wally lay in his bed late on the night of his first night and he thought about his encounter with Artemis Crock, he felt like grinning.

Only his first day and he had met a girl!...Okay, that came out wrong. He had met a friend. Despite what his family would say, his like of Artemis was purely platonic...he thought. He was 99.9% sure, that 0.1% being how his heart leaped when he was able to make her laugh and how she had such a cute smile...

But that stuff meant nothing, right?

...Right.