I am Nocta Constantina Malfoy and I'm utterly terrified right now. I know what the Sorting entails, thanks to the details in Hogwarts; A History, but I was more scared of my father's expectations for my twin's and my House. You see, my family, either side, has been Slytherin for generations. My father has this crazy obsession that all his progeny be Slytherin and if either of us isn't… Well… I'd really rather not think about it.

I turn my attention to the Sorting Hat, wishing to memorize the song for my year. (Hey! These things are important bits of great sentimental value.) Since it was only a simple rhyme, I had it memorized by the time Martina Elnera was called and sorted to Slytherin.

Martina was okay only she had a nagging habit of following Maleficent Foxworth and Marcie Flint like a lost puppy. Maleficent isn't horrible, herself, but Marcie has all the charm and intelligence of a dead pig.

"Malfoy, Nocta!"

I jump alert as my name is called. As I step forward, I cast a glance backwards at my sister, Sunny.

Sunny looked the wreck I felt like. She fidgeted with her flaxen hair nervously, her light green eyes looking around the hall. It was because she'd known she wouldn't be Slytherin since she'd gotten her copy of Hogwarts; A History.

I put on the Hat and it shouts "Slytherin!" to the Hall. It was with great relief that I sink into a seat next to my cousin, Draco.

"Malfoy, Sunny."

Sunny, trembling from head to foot, walks forward and places the Hat on her Head.

I watch Sunny anxiously. She could only hope for Ravenclaw, which she might be forgiven for. I grant that it would take a while, and a few harsh meetings with the business end of our father's wand, but it would still be forgiven… or at least tolerated.

"Welcome to Les Verts-et-Argents, cousin. Will Sunny be joining us as well?" Draco asks from my left.

"Gryffindor!" the Hat shouts before I could answer.

"There wasn't a chance." I groan, watching my sister walk to the Gryffindor table in a daze. Well, that's it… Marcus will send the Howler tonight, Sunny'll get it with the morning Post, and the disownment will be finalized by the end of the week. I think ruefully, wishing my father didn't have his head so far up his arse.

I sense Draco tense, whether to stand or yell, I couldn't guess. I grab his arm though, catching him off-guard and forcing him to relax a little.

"Don't, Draco." I say, my tone bordering on harsh from commanding. "You can't do anything that'll be worse than what's in store for her tomorrow. You know Marcus."

Draco relaxes entirely, not willing to admit (as per usual) that I was right.

I stare at the table across the Hall, watching as Sunny tried to escape the stares and sneers in her direction by sinking further into her seat. If only there were something I could do… I think wishfully as the Sorting ended and the new school year begun.

Authoress' Note and Disclaimer: Hullo! I only own Sunny Serena and Nocta Constantina Malfoy (sans surname) as of yet. I don't think I'll be adding any new characters this year so hang tight! Although they haven't appeared yet, J.L. Matthews (the Goddess of Slytherin Rising) owns all of the following players; Luella Martin, Caitlin Tyler, Deanna Tyler, Rianne Stormosi, Melissa Lovegood, Marlie Lovegood, and her versions of Ginny Weasley (the adorable lil Slyth that she is), Severus Snape, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and anything or one I might have missed. All the rest go to the Goddess of Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling. Thank you for reading and… You know what I'm gonna say… R! E! V! I! E! W! What's that spell? (Sunny and Nocta chorus, "REVIEW!") Tah now!