ChApPiE 1
((a/n: I do not own Harry and his lovely world, but I do own the lovely
Mikkura Rosel. She is mine!))
The sorting hat was an old grubby looking thing, with stitches, patches, dirt, and more like than not, grease. I was going to put it on, as soon as it sorted the one wearing it and the person before me. "Gryffindor," it called out into the silent room known as the Great Hall. Why it was called a hall was over my head. Speaking of over my head, the sealing was enchanted to make it look like the sky out side. It was raining, actually more like hailing, but raining is just easier to say without saying helling instead.
The Gryffindor table was all in an uproar after the hat had called Gryffindor. The boy got off the stool so the next person could get sorted. After that it would be my turn, oh goodie. The person before me started to put on the hat when it screamed "Ravenclaw" as if it would explode if touched her head. After the Ravenclaw table did their little victory dance, it would go back to silence.
"Rosel, Mikkura," the Old Hag said as if I wasn't aware that it was my turn, when in fact I had already started walking up to the stool before she even mentioned my name. See I am a good little girl that knows when it is my turn.
When I looked down at the stool it was apparent that hundreds if not millions of students sat here before I did. Gross. Sure many people would think it a great honor, almost right of passage, to sit on this stool and get sorted, but if millions of people have done it before wouldn't you think that some thing might get transferred to it? I did what was expected of me, though. I sat on the stool, let that grubby old hat be placed on my head, let it mumble in my ear, and browse through my thoughts.
"Hmm... Where to put you?" The hat said in my ear in a rat like voice.
"May I suggest Slytherin?" I asked the hat in my most cute and innocent voice/thought. I started to get flashes of old memories, of my mother, of my father, and of their deaths. Although, I felt nothing when I remembered it, not a single sad thought. They died I got over it, you have too eventually, other wise you will never get anywhere.
"You and I know that you are not pure blood, child." It said after going all the way back to my birth, not my birth into this world, but more like my birth into... a good word for it... true life, and death.
"That is unimportant. You and I know that. If you are willing to put a half- bread into Slytherin, then a vampire you should have no problem with. Now put me in Slytherin!" I was using my I-am-just-about-to-eat-you-alive voice.
"You don't expect me to make the same mistake again do you? Surely you must give me more credit than that. I think I will put you in a place with nice, good hearted people."
"You wouldn't dare but me in Griff-"
"Gryffindor!!" It finished my sentence for me, yet not in the same meaning I had intended.
The hat was removed and I got down off the stool, I was in shock. It had done the one thing that I had feared. I really didn't want to be placed in Gryffindor, actually I had done many things just to avoid it.
The Gryffindor table cheered as they had done before, as all the houses had done when they got a new member in their colt. I sat down the furthest I could be from the members with out me leaving the table. It was now time to think of the escape plan. I refuse to be at this school if I am in this colt group, the Slytherin colt would have been much more fun.
There would most likely be teachers patrolling the school at night so I would have to be careful not to get caught. I will need to leave before morning yet after every one is asleep. Yay! I have my plan. The plan is to escape and not get caught, that works.
After the sorting, feasting, and getting a signed dorms, I waited until every one fell asleep. When they finally did at about midnight, I left, the same way I came in. Sure it was not the best escape ever thought up, but hey it was at last minute. Luckily, I was not caught or spotted. I left the grounds, never to see this school again...
-----Or so I thought.
((a/n: Woot! I did my first chapter! Hmm... What will happen to Ms.Mikkura Rosel in the next chapter? *Thinks very hard* I know!! But I won't tell you! Mwhahahahaha. Sorry, your writer is an insane person. Oh and I hope I made it clear that Mikkura( or as her friends call her Mikk) is a vampire. Wait... Who is this half-breed? I ain't tellin!))
The sorting hat was an old grubby looking thing, with stitches, patches, dirt, and more like than not, grease. I was going to put it on, as soon as it sorted the one wearing it and the person before me. "Gryffindor," it called out into the silent room known as the Great Hall. Why it was called a hall was over my head. Speaking of over my head, the sealing was enchanted to make it look like the sky out side. It was raining, actually more like hailing, but raining is just easier to say without saying helling instead.
The Gryffindor table was all in an uproar after the hat had called Gryffindor. The boy got off the stool so the next person could get sorted. After that it would be my turn, oh goodie. The person before me started to put on the hat when it screamed "Ravenclaw" as if it would explode if touched her head. After the Ravenclaw table did their little victory dance, it would go back to silence.
"Rosel, Mikkura," the Old Hag said as if I wasn't aware that it was my turn, when in fact I had already started walking up to the stool before she even mentioned my name. See I am a good little girl that knows when it is my turn.
When I looked down at the stool it was apparent that hundreds if not millions of students sat here before I did. Gross. Sure many people would think it a great honor, almost right of passage, to sit on this stool and get sorted, but if millions of people have done it before wouldn't you think that some thing might get transferred to it? I did what was expected of me, though. I sat on the stool, let that grubby old hat be placed on my head, let it mumble in my ear, and browse through my thoughts.
"Hmm... Where to put you?" The hat said in my ear in a rat like voice.
"May I suggest Slytherin?" I asked the hat in my most cute and innocent voice/thought. I started to get flashes of old memories, of my mother, of my father, and of their deaths. Although, I felt nothing when I remembered it, not a single sad thought. They died I got over it, you have too eventually, other wise you will never get anywhere.
"You and I know that you are not pure blood, child." It said after going all the way back to my birth, not my birth into this world, but more like my birth into... a good word for it... true life, and death.
"That is unimportant. You and I know that. If you are willing to put a half- bread into Slytherin, then a vampire you should have no problem with. Now put me in Slytherin!" I was using my I-am-just-about-to-eat-you-alive voice.
"You don't expect me to make the same mistake again do you? Surely you must give me more credit than that. I think I will put you in a place with nice, good hearted people."
"You wouldn't dare but me in Griff-"
"Gryffindor!!" It finished my sentence for me, yet not in the same meaning I had intended.
The hat was removed and I got down off the stool, I was in shock. It had done the one thing that I had feared. I really didn't want to be placed in Gryffindor, actually I had done many things just to avoid it.
The Gryffindor table cheered as they had done before, as all the houses had done when they got a new member in their colt. I sat down the furthest I could be from the members with out me leaving the table. It was now time to think of the escape plan. I refuse to be at this school if I am in this colt group, the Slytherin colt would have been much more fun.
There would most likely be teachers patrolling the school at night so I would have to be careful not to get caught. I will need to leave before morning yet after every one is asleep. Yay! I have my plan. The plan is to escape and not get caught, that works.
After the sorting, feasting, and getting a signed dorms, I waited until every one fell asleep. When they finally did at about midnight, I left, the same way I came in. Sure it was not the best escape ever thought up, but hey it was at last minute. Luckily, I was not caught or spotted. I left the grounds, never to see this school again...
-----Or so I thought.
((a/n: Woot! I did my first chapter! Hmm... What will happen to Ms.Mikkura Rosel in the next chapter? *Thinks very hard* I know!! But I won't tell you! Mwhahahahaha. Sorry, your writer is an insane person. Oh and I hope I made it clear that Mikkura( or as her friends call her Mikk) is a vampire. Wait... Who is this half-breed? I ain't tellin!))
