CHAPTER 1
Naturally I had no idea that a simple P.S note on a piece of parchment could lead to such a dramatic chain of events, you see normally Nº12 Grimmauld place otherwise known as the ancient most noble most house of Black was full of people but today it was just me, Sirius, Remus and Hermione (her parents were travelling the U.S.A on dental meetings).
Hermione and I were as usual eating breakfast in silence, Hermione because she was node deep in the book and me because, well I'm not a morning person.
I flinched remembering my history of magic O.W.L I'd received a vision from Voldemort thanks to the freaky lightning bolt scar on my forehead which has connected us since I was 15 months old, I'd passed out after completing 4 out of 20 questions there was no doubt that I would get a Dreadful or Troll in that subject.
So back to my initial point of my monologue I was eating my breakfast (bacon, eggs and toast) when two Hogwarts barn owls flew through the kitchen window, unfortunately (for me) Hermione squealed in my ear at the mere sight of them, I had already spent my mandatory 14 days with the Dursleys but I loved seeing Dudley's piggy little eyes widen every time I looked at him he usually grabbed his butt and ran/waddled off.
I was forcibly dragged out of my musings when Hermione started hypervetilating "oh my God, oh my Hod what if I've failed and kicked out do we get to re-take them? Can I go to a different school?"
"shh Mione it'll be okay" I soothed her patting her shoulder while Remus made space for the birds on the table, their were three letters attached to each of our owls. I gently rook the three addressed to H. Potter which hooted softly and flew away, unlike Hermione's owl which had been attacked by a stressed 16 year old girl before it had a chance to even land.
Chuckling I opened my first letter with O.W.L RESULTS printed on it in red.
O.W.L results fro Harry James Potter PASS GRADES: Outstanding, Exeeds Expectations, Acceptable
FAIL GRADES: Poor, Dreadful, Troll
TRANSFIGURATION
practical: E
written: E
CHARMS
practical: O
written: E
DADA
practical: O
written: O
POTIONS
practical: O
written: A
HISTORY OF MAGIC
Written: P
HERBOLOGY
Practical: O
Written: E
DIVINATION
Practical: A
Written: E
C.O.M.C
Practical: O
Written:O
I gasped in shock, snorted and sighed at the same time making a rather peculiar sound the gasp because of the Outstanding in potions contrary to popular belief I loved potions and was really good at it but only Hermione knew professor Snape just made me nervous.
I'd snorted because I'd gotten an Acceptable in practical divination though I'd just made a load of rubbish up when I'd been 'crystal gazing' and sighed with relief because I'd passed everything except History of magic.
I passed my resuts to Remus who was twitching in anticipations and Sirius who was bouncing.
Then I opened the second one it was the same I received every year.
Mr. H Potter
The kitchen
Nº12 Grimmauld place
It was a list of announcements and greeting and the name of the the rest of the students in my year and of course the booklists.
I nearly put it down until I saw the P.S at the bottom.
P.S: we remind students that we will be re-instating the tradition of re-sorting, for those of you who dont understand. All 4th, 5th, 6th, and 7th years may stand (after 1st years are sorted) and say 'I wish to be re-sorted' and you may have the hat re-evaluate your strongest personality traits (bravery, cunning, loyalty or intelligence)
It is not mandatory but an option for inter-house unity.
Deputy head-mistress M. Mcgonagall.
"what! I've never heard about this!" Hermione screeched reading her letter.
Sirius got up and looked over her shoulder "oh ho! Re-sorting! They stopped that when the Marauders were in 3rdyear! It's a tradition made mostly for people, well pure-bloods who wanted to be in a certain house" explained Sirius wrapping his arms around Remus and kissing his cheek. I hadn't known they were a couple until last week but naturally I was fine with it especially with all the prejudice the Dursleys had given me over the years for being a wizard.
"maybe I'll try and be re-sorted into Ravenclaw" said Hermione quietly.
I was a little stunned I thought she'd been happy in Gryffindor but of course Ravenclaw thrives on the library where she spent as much time as possible.
"you might be put in Slytherin it's the only other house which values intelligence." I said
I think she was most surprised by the fact that I hadn't demanded she showed her loyalty for Gryffindor like Ron would have. She smiled and said "maybe"
I thought back to my own sorting
FLASHBACK
The over sized hat was placed over my 11 year old head 'not Slytherin, not Slytherin' I thought fervently
'not Slytherin eh?' came a mans voice in my head ' Slytherin could help you on your way to greatness, powerful too'
I just kept on repating my mantra
'very well then better be' "GRYFFINDOR"
END FLASHBACK
But I couldn't help wondering, what would Slytherin have been like?