She stared up at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, straining her neck to see the top towers, and she stood on the front steps. Her whole body ached from lugging her bags around the grounds and her head hurt from going over and over every different scenario in which she could be humiliated. After taking a deep breath and picking her luggage back up she opened one of the giant front doors and headed up the stairs to the great hall. She set her luggage along the side of the corridor, beside the luggage of all the students who had taken the train, and wished she had the opportunity to take the train with them, then, at least she would not be arriving late to the feast.

She felt tiny compared to the large hall she was standing in, and that was not a feeling she usually got, seeing that she was on the taller side for being a girl. She had fairly long medium blonde hair that fell to just about mid-back, and was extraordinarily straight. She was wearing dark jeans, a navy blue tank and sneakers that were visible due to her unbuttoned robes. Noticing this, she buttoned up her robes quickly and looked around the hall with her bright blue eyes, taking in the sight of what was going to be her home for the next couple of months. The castle felt warm and welcoming, but she was still apprehensive as to her classes, her teachers and her peers.

Steps away from the great hall, the feast and the people who were now her peers. She stopped to go over how she had gotten to this very moment, how she had gone to being top at her class at Salem Witch Academy, to at last minute being accepted to Hogwarts, to this second in time, standing outside the great hall, and she took a deep breath.

She wondered how this had happened, and what the kids on the other side of the wooden doors would say if they knew why she was here, but when she heard a chime from the grandfather clock behind her she knew that it was now or never.

She slowly pushed the large doors to the great hall open and tried to keep her cool as she felt every pair of eyes in the hall turn to look right at her.

"Ahh, Ms. Gregory, right on time." She looked around to see who had addressed her only to see an old man with a very long silvery beard looking at her from the other end of the hall. As soon as she met his eyes she nodded. "You may take a seat anywhere you like for now, all the other new student have been sorted, but seeing as everyone is growing more famished by the minute," He paused for a moment, and looked around the hall, "We can prolong your sorting until after we eat." She nodded again and swallowed, she had no idea why she would need to be 'sorted' but she hadn't eaten since that morning so she graciously took a seat at the nearest table. "So everyone, may the feast begin!" the man said happily, and just as he started to take a seat, the table in font of her was instantly filed with food. For a minute she just looked at the food, not sure whether it was advisable to eat, as she had never seen food of this kind before.

"Erm-- Excuse me?" said a boy, she briefly looked at him before turning back to debate the food.

"Excuse me?"

"Excuse me?" this time she realized that the boy was speaking to her, she looked up at him and studying his features more closely, he was a lanky boy with ginger hair and freckles.

"Yes?" she said.

"Well we just wanted to welcome you to Hogwarts, that's all, you see im Ron, this is Hermione," he pointed to a busy haired girl sitting directly to the left of him, and she smiled and nodded to her, "and this is Harry, well you probably already know that, I mean because of the whole…" the boy called Ron started to trail off, realizing that he was rambling. Jacqueline looked up at the boy that Ron had indicated and instantly knew who he was. Her eyes ignored his other features and immediately flew up to his forehead, and she gaped at the legendary scar, which at the moment was half covered by his messy jet black hair.

"Yes, I've heard a thing or two," she said smiling and looking directly into the boy's stunning green eyes, "Nice to meet you, Harry," she turned to look back over to the Ron and Hermione. "Im Jacqueline, but everyone just calls me Jac, Jacqueline is way too formal."

After being assured that Hogwarts food was 'the best' (in the words of Ron) she ate and chatted happily with her new friends. They also explained certain rules and details at Hogwarts, Hermione, the only girl of her three new friends, seemed to be a walking Hogwarts encyclopedia, knowing everything about the school from the underground dungeons to the very highest tower. They even explained to her about the sorting process, and what were the 'virtues' of each of the houses.

"So basically, any of the houses are good, but well Slytherin is a bit dodgy, all that 'cunning' and 'Ambitious' stuff is a load of rubbish, there just all purebloods who want to get rid of everyone who isn't like them" Ron scowled.

"Now Ronald," Hermione reasoned, "Not all wizards from Slytherin are bad, I have told you that so many times," Hermione turned to Jacqueline, "Don't listen to him, he just has some…problems with a couple of the Slytherins."

"Well it doesn't matter anyhow," Ron said brightly," she won't be in Slytherin she, isn't like them."

With that they finished the last of there meals, Hermione and Jac talking about the curriculum at Hogwarts and Ron and Harry debating who was the best professional quidditch player. She added that she thought Krum was pretty good only to get a frown from Ron and a snicker from Harry, never getting an explanation for either.

She sat nervously in her seat in what she had been told was the Gryffindor table, and waited anxiously for everyone else to finish up there meals and for her sorting to happen. Each minute that when by felt like 10, and then when it got to the point where she could not stand it any longer, she was relieved to see the old man, who she had been told was called 'Dumbledore,' stand up once again.

"Now I think that the time is ripe for Ms. Gregory to be sorted before I say anything more about the start of term." She slid the bench out from under her and walked as soundlessly as she could down the aisle between the tables. The hall was entirely silent except for the occasional cough, and the click of her shoes hitting the floor with each of her steps. When she reached the top of the room she closed her eyes, trying to forget the fact that she was being watched by everyone. She took a deep breath before sitting down on the stool in front of her and nodding to a witch dressed in green robes, giving her the 'ok' to place the sorting hat on her head.

Before the sorting hat had even touched her head, before she had even began the walk up to be sorted she knew exactly which house she would be in. It wasn't like a choice she had, it was determined by the same standard on which everything else in her life was set, she was a Gregory, a witch born into a powerful pureblood family. As soon as the hat shouted out her house assignment, even though she knew it would happen, she was still upset when all hope was lost as she found out where she would be placed.

"SLYTHERIN!"

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A/N: Ok so this chapter isn't all that great, I wrote it at like 2:00am and I wanna get it up so bad that im just not going to bother with going over it, so I apologize. I know this chapter seemed a little vague, not telling us much about the main characters past, but that's why you got to keep reading, and I know it was totally obvious as to what was going to happen, but trust me, later there will be some curve balls you def. won't expect!

Ok yes so please, im literally on my knees begging you, please read and review.

P.s. I do not own HP or anything to do with it; I do how ever own my OC and the plot. Yay.