I sighed as I walked through the little village surrounding the giant castle. A new school. Again. I would be excited if it wasn't for the fact this is the fifth time I've changed schools. First four times were at home in America. The other time was getting expelled from Beautoux. I came up to the gates of the castle to find them locked. A man who was slouching and was in seriously need of a bath was standing there with a man I knew all too well. They came over. The slouching man demanded, "State your business."
"I'm a new student," I said. "My name is Kaylee Riddle."
The man I knew, Severus Snape, said in his monotone voice, "Let her in, Filch. The headmaster is expecting her." The man slouching, who I assumed was Filch, gave him a weird look before opening the gate and letting me in. Severus said, "Follow me." He started walking to the castle without even checking to see if I was following. As we walked, he asked, "Does he know you're here?"
Knowing exactly who he was speaking of, I said, "No. As far as I know, he doesn't even know I exsist."
He nodded. We walked through the corridors and stopped only when we came to a gargoyle statue. "Lemon drops," said Severus. The gargoyle moved to reveal a spiral staircase. At the top, Severus opened the door. The room was filled with interesting looking gadgets and such, but what caught my eye was the beautiful pheonix standing on its perch behind an old man sitting behind a desk.
The old man, Albus Dumbledore, stood up and said, "Ah, Ms. Riddle. I hope your journey was well."
"It was. Thank you professor," I responded politely.
"As we discussed in our letters, you will be sorted before everyone arrives so we don't attract any unwanted attention, am I correct?" he said.
"Yes, sir."
"Well then, if you would kindly have a seat," he said, gesturing to a stool was, on the side of the room with the pictures on the past headmasters. I sat on the stool, nervous. I knew which house the hat was going to put me in but I still couldn't help but hope it wouldn't put me there. I really didn't want people to think I was going to end up like my father. Dumbledore picked up the sorting hat and came over to me. He placed it nicely on my head and took a step back.
The hat came to life, nearly giving me a heart attack. "Ah," it said. "I've only ever seen one mind that was even remotely close to yours. You must be a Riddle. Now, where to put you." I held my breath. It said, "I see bravery and cunning, but I also see loyalty and intelligence. Qualities of all four houses reside in you but I think some stick out more than others." It was silent for a moment. Then it said, "Slytherin!"
I let out a huge breath and felt my stomach sink. I knew it was going to choose Slytherin. Why wouldn't it? My mother was in Slytherin and my father was a direct descendant. Dumbledore took the hat off my head and set it back in its spot. "Professor," I said. "Has the Sorting Hat ever been wrong about someone's house?"
He smiled gently at me. He said, "I would not believe the sorting hat would have put you in Slytherin with the prediction you would turn as many in that house do. Perhaps you are to bring some respect to the name Slytherin."
I highly doubt that. "Yes, sir," I said.
Dumbledore turned to Snape. "Severus, please escort Ms. Riddle to the Great Hall where she will join her classmates," he said.
"Yes, headmaster," Snape said. I followed him out of the room.
Snape was as silent as ever as we walked out of the office and to the Great Hall. "Who's the head of Slytherin?" I asked, trying to break the awkward silence.
Snape said, "I am." I nodded slowly once. "Don't think you'll be getting any special treatment just because you're my goddaughter. I'll treat you like any other Slytherin and won't hesitate to give you detentions if you act up," he warned.
"I wouldn't expect any less," I smirked. "But you will help me, won't you? If I need help?"
He gave me a rare, soft smile. "Yes, Kaylee." I smiled back. We stopped right outside the doors of the Great Hall. He said, "You must go alone now. I don't want the others to think I'm playing favorites."
Nerves kicked in, making my stomach do flip flops. I gave him a quick hug and when I let go, I said, "Thanks Sev," before walking in.
The Hall was noisy with the sounds of students catching up with their friends and such. I could see the first years hadn't been sorted yet. As I walked over to the Slytherin table, sitting under the green and silver tapestry, the excited talking went down to a hushed whisper. I heard some of the whispers as I went passed.
"Who is that?"
"Is she a transfer student?"
"Why is she going to the Slytherin table?"
"She's hot!"
"Do you think she's part veela?"
I forced back a smirk at the last one. It wasn't the first time I had been thought to be related to a veela. I knew exactly how good I looked, especially to muggles and young wizards, and I made sure to show off all my assets. Not only because of my looks but I inherited my father's smooth way of talking. Meaning, I could charm someone to do anything, absolutely anything I wanted them to. I could get any information I wanted just by phrasing things right. But I didn't do any of that unless it was necessary.
I noticed a head of platinum blonde hair in the sea of dark haired Slytherins. He was staring at me like I was a new challenge. When he saw me looking, he smirked and winked. I didn't hide my disgust and sat away from him. I sat next to a guy with short jet black hair. "Is it all right if I sit here?" I asked him.
"Yeah," he said quickly. I smiled. The first years came in then, so people turned their attention to them, occasionally glancing at me. I watched the sorting until the guy next to me said, "I'm Josh, by the way."
"Kaylee," I said, looking at him.
"Are you a transfer student?" he asked. I nodded. "I could tell from your accent."
"Accent? You're the one that has the accent," I laughed quietly.
He giggled too. "Where are you from?" he asked.
"America and Beautoux. I went there last year."
"Did you come here for the TriWizard Tournament?" he asked.
"In fact I did. Tragic what happened to Cedric. I'm very sorry," I said.
He eyed me for a moment before saying, "You're not like other Slytherins. The others don't really care about Cedric's death. Most are more concerned about the rumors Potter is spreading."
"Harry Potter?"
"Do you know any other Potters?" I shook my head. He said, "He's been saying You-Know-Who's back and he's the one that killed Cedric."
"And you don't believe him?" I said, assuming from his tone.
He pursed his lips before saying, "Well, if He is back, then where's the proof? There's been no reported killings or kidnappings, muggle or otherwise."
I let the subject drop. I knew without a doubt he was back, making me dread being in England even more.

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