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A/N: Hey! This is my first Harry Potter ficcie ever and it's mainly for my friend Yuki who was telling me to write something different. So please be kind and review when you're done reading! Thanks!

~*% Kasagi Onaso %*~

Seven Years a Broken Mirror

~ Sorting Hat Doldrums ~

"Aubrie! Hurry up! We're going to be late!" I could hear my Father yelling for me from down the stairs.

"Do you have everything?" my Mum asked as she bustled around my room, closing my suitcases and making sure my owl's cage was secured.

"Yes Mum," I replied absentmindedly, looking at myself in my dresser mirror. "Why do the robes have to be black?" I whined, lifting my arms up at my sides. "It's a dreadfully boring color."

"Black goes with everything," Mum replied. "Harry! Harry, dear! Help me bring Brie's suitcases downstairs!"

"Oh, bugger it!" I yell and lean forward to inspect my nose. "I think I'm getting a spot on my nose. Look Mum!"

"Hurry Harry," was Mum's respond as she shoved my owl's cage into my Father's arms. He grunted as it knocked his glasses askew and lumbered out the door. "Mind your mouth, Brie," scolded Mum. "Take care of it. "I'll meet you down at the fireplace," said Mum, kissing my cheek.

"'Corse," I muttered and continued to inspect my nose. My eyes were like my Father's. In both the description and prescription. They were greenish, I suppose. A little brownish as well. And they were framed by small glasses. I had my father's black hair but a bit on the bushy side. Mum wouldn't let me get contacts until second year.

"Hurry now, Brie! I'll put some concealer on it!"

"Forget it Mum!" I yell back and race down the stairs, my robes fanning out behind me. "Are you sure you don't want to get me some contacts? I look awfully wet with glasses on."

"Don't worry about it, dear," said Mum and handed me a red velvet pouch. "Would you like to go first?" Travelling by Floo hasn't always been my favorite but I nodded and took a handful. Father checked his watch.

"We're good," he said at last. "About an hour or so." I squinted at him and stood in the fireplace. Whenever he said 'or so' it always meant less than the latter.

"Diagon Ally!" I yelled and threw the powder to the ground. Green fire erupted around me and I closed my eyes. I always got nauseous when I traveled by Floo. Suddenly, the ground rose up to meet me as I hit the ground. Coughing, I walked over to a corner of the street to wait for my parents.

"Are you lost?" a woman asked as she walked past. I smiled politely and shook my head. Where were they? With a chill I realized I probably should have gone straight to the train station right away.

"Excuse me," I said, rushing up to the witch. "Can you show me the way to the train station?" She smiled, noticing my black robe, and pointed straight behind her.

"Er," I said, looking where her thumb jutted out behind her. "Just like that?" She nodded, smiling. "Thanks!" I took off as fast as I could through the bustling crowd and towards where I hoped was the train station.

"Can I help you?" a wizard greeted me as I approached him.

"Yes, er, is this the way to the train station?"

"Yes. Come this way!" He turned swiftly on a heel and began walking away. I quickly started after him, looking this way and that, trying to recognize something or another.

"Brie!" shouted my Father as he saw us approaching. "Oh, thank you!"

"You're most certainly welcome," said the wizard, smiling widely.

"Where were you?" my Mum scolded. "The train leaves soon and I want you to meet someone to sit with." I shrunk back from her touch.

"That's okay," I said quietly. "I'm fine."

"Aubrie!"

"There we go," said Mum, looking up at the sleek black Hogwarts Express. "Your Father's calling you. I guess it's time for you to leave." When she turned to me, her eyes glistened slightly. "I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks Mum," I said and scooted away from her reaching arms. "I'll write! Promise!"

"You better," she said, wiping her eyes in a white handkerchief. "That's why we bought you that owl, anyway. Make us proud, hon." I smiled, waved and ran towards my Father. He looked down at me and smiled widely.

"I can remember my first day like it was yesterday," he said softly. I smiled up at him.

"You've told me so many times. I love that story." He kissed the top of my head and bid me onto the train.

"'Bye Brie!" he called and it was the last I heard until I began walking through the boxcars. Students of all years (except the Prefects, of course,) were in every boxcar and I searched for one that hadn't been occupied. It was impossible because I was almost the last one aboard so I chose one that had a rather roundish girl sitting inside it.

I sat in the seat across from her and next to the window. I kept my gaze straight and made to ignore the girl completely the rest of the trip. I'm try not to be totally bias and answer her when she speaks to me.

"What house are you in?" she asked. Her voice was surprisingly smooth and musical. I blinked and looked at her. She obviously wasn't a first year but I was rather pleased that she thought I looked older.

"I'm a first year," I explained. She nodded like it was no big thing.

"I see. I'm a Ravenclaw." A short, awkward silence follows that before she spoke again. "What house do you want to be in?"

"Gryffindor," I replied curtly. "I must get in Gryffindor."

"Hmph," snorted the girl, looking absolutely ridiculous as she rolled her piggy eyes. "That's what everyone says. What's your reason?"

"Both my parents were in Gryffindor," I say quietly.

"Hmm. What's your name, girl?" I winced slightly before answering.

"Aubrie."

"Aubrie what?"

"Potter," I mumbled. The girl's eyes widened for a brief moment before she looked understanding.

"You're Harry Potter's daughter," she said and I rolled my eyes. Some people have an immensely huge habit of stating the obvious and she seemed to be one of those people.

"Thank you. I didn't know that."

"You don't have to be a stiff about it," said the girl with an awfully dainty sniff for someone of her mass. "I'm Laine Briddow."

"Charmed." I made careful note not to talk to Laine the rest of the horribly long trip. I was bored to death, just sitting there and swinging my feet back and forth. I tried sitting on them to still their movement but it only made my entire left side fall asleep.

"Hogwarts is up ahead," said Laine and I mumbled smartly in return. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I said and quickly got up as the train slowed. I was nearly thrown through a window as it came to a very abrupt stop but I made my way through the isles in hope of losing Laine in the crowd. A large man, who I knew as Hagrid, greeted us warmly. I had met him when I was about six and had visited him ever since. It would appear to onlookers that this half-giant, my Mum and my Father had known each other since childhood and that is actually the case.

"Hi Aubrie," greeted Hagrid, a warm smile on his shaggy face. "Are ye ready for yer first year at Hogwarts, then?"

"I suppose," I said wearily. Somehow, Laine has managed to needle through the crowd and end up almost right next to me.

"Evenin' Laine," Hagrid said, nodding to the girl who smiled back.

"Hagrid."

"Firs' years follow me n'," he roared suddenly and the first years, me included, scrambled to crowd around Hagrid. "Come with me n', Aubrie," he said. "You two, come 'ere. The rest of ye grab a boat and start rowin' across the lake!" Hagrid placed me in a rickety old boat along with two other first years.

"I'm Adam," said one. He had a niceish look about him but his glasses made him look like such a tosser that I only nodded. I wondered if my glasses made me look like that as well?

"I'm Kina," said the girl with a bored tone. I immediately took a disliking to her but smiled.

"I'm Aubrie."

"You're the Potter girl?" asked Kina, raising a carefully plucked eyebrow. Now who in the world plucks their eyebrows at this age? Mum lets me for special occasions of course but really.

"Aubrie," I repeated and took up an oar as did Adam.

"Hmm, I suppose," she said which made absolutely no sense so I just smiled stupidly and began to row. "I hope to be in Ravenclaw or Slytherin," she said as if someone had cared to ask.

"I want to be in Gryffindor!" announced Adam.

"I reckon you'll end up in Hufflepuff if you're lucky," said Kina with a roll of her eyes. How could anyone's eyes be so blue? "I heard that Slytherin is a bit more powerful than all the rest," she continued loftily. My arms were beginning to sore.

"How about you row a bit?" I asked her. "My arms are getting rather tired about now."

"I can't," she said with a huge fake sigh. "I have a muscle problem in my arms to such a point that I can't do a whole lot with them." She batted her eyes and Adam rolled his eyes.

"Swot," I mumbled but kept rowing. My legs are much more powerful than my arms. I've taken a liking to something that Mum's parents, who are both muggle dentists, had on their tube. It's American football! I wasn't too bad at it because usually me and my little neighbors play cricket outside with their kick ball.

"Pull up to dock and hurry up the stairs, now!" Hagrid bellowed and I quickly scurried out of the boat, leaving Adam and Kina behind, and rushed up the stairs among the other first years.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," an older witch called as we entered the castle. "I am Professor McGonagall, head of the Transfiguration classes. Walk this way. We have much to do." She adjusted her bifocals before sweeping down the hall.

We came to great wooden doors and Professor McGonagall pushed them open and swept inside. I followed with my peers wondrously, for Father had told me much about this Great Hall but it was nothing compared to seeing it.

"Welcome first years, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" came a dry and papery voice. A man, who must be Dumbledore from all father had told me, stared at our group down his slightly crooked nose. "We will now let the Sorting Ceremony begin!" He rose his hand as sat as a light applause filled the room.

A tattered old gray hat was bought to the front of the Great Hall as was a wooden stool and the hat was set carefully upon the stool. I knew what would happen next and waited anxiously for it to start.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me!"

It went on singing its song until it came to its last verse, its top flapping about.

"You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a thinking cap!"

Aubrie burst into applause along with the rest of the Great Hall as Professor McGonagall pulled open a bout of parchment and began to read from it.

"Baler, Lauren!" The girl whose name had just been called walked up to the stool and sat upon its smooth surface. Everyone was silent until the hat barked out one word.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The Gryffindor table broke into wild cheers and welcomed the girl to their table. She looked nice enough, I thought, looking at the blonde-haired girl. Maybe we could become friends once I was in Gryffindor. I was, of course, trying to make myself feel better.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

I had no idea if I was going to get into the Gryffindor house. I knew I would disappoint my parents greatly if I didn't but they would act happy for me all the same. Everyone else I knew was expecting me to end up in the same house as well.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

They scaled down the B's, the C's, slid into the I's, and by that time I was shaking with nervousness. Cocoons that had been in my stomach before burst into frenzied butterflies as I waited for my name to be called.

"Potter, Aubrie!" The hush I knew would come settled over the Hall and I slowly walked to the stool. The hat found its way to my head and its words spoke quietly in my ear.

"The Potters' girl, eh?" it said and chuckled. "You have a great fear, do you not?" I tried not to tense but the ruddy hat was making me sweat. "Gryffindor…hmm… I'm not sure you would do well there…"

"Please," I hissed but I was filled with dread.

"Clever and sharp-tongued, though shy and flighty… much like a raven… So you better be in RAVENCLAW!" The word echoed through the silent Hall and suddenly, the Ravenclaw table burst into deafening applause and heartily clapped my back as I took a seat. I felt like I had let everyone down. Stupid sorting hat. I gulped down tears as they sorted through the rest of the group.

"What's wrong? You look like you swallowed a cauldron."

"Hmm?" I asked brightly.

"I said, what's wrong?" It took me a moment to realize she was asking a question.

"Oh."

"Sorry," she said quickly, suddenly turning embarrassed. "I'm Alyssa."

"I'm Aubrie."

"I know," she said and nearly blushed again. "Your Da is Harry Potter, aye?" Irish, no doubt. Maybe Scandinavian. I nodded.

"Yeah." She shook her reddish-gold hair and smiled.

"I've heard about him. My Da used to be a Quidditch captain for the Gryffindor team." She frowned. "I hope he's not too mad at me for not making the Gryffindor team though me Mum was in Ravenclaw." My attention had flared when she spoke about not being in Gryffindor but as she said her Mum had, I put my face in my hands.

"Both my Father and Mum were in Gryffindor," I wailed behind my hands. "They're going to be so disappointed! Everyone was expecting me to be in the Gryffindor house." Alyssa shrugged.

"There's nothing ye can do about it now," she said, blunt but truthful.

"Malfoy, Draco II!" I turned away from Alyssa to stare at the tall and thin first year walking towards the hat.

"That family's no good," I heard Alyssa say. "I heard your Da got in a nasty tangle with Mr. Malfoy, the first of course, back when he was in school." He had, oh he had. I was sure he hadn't told me everything that happened between him and Mr. Malfoy while he was in school but the things he had told me made me boil with anger.

"SLYTHERIN!" The Slytherin table clapped and cheered thunderously. I kept my eyes on him as he took a seat, his thin lips smirking. I suppose he wasn't all that horrid to look at, though his skin was rather milky pale. He had short white-blonde hair and large blue eyes.

"Go figure," muttered Alyssa as the last of the sorting was done. "There hasn't been a Malfoy who hasn't gotten into Slytherin, I don't think." She tapped her pointed chin thoughtfully as food appeared before them.

"Who cares," I joked, smiling at the food. "I'm dead starved."

But I could feel Draco Malfoy II staring at me as I ate and when I looked up, he caught my gaze and smiled cruelly. Some how, I had a feeling that this was going to be a long year.

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