Please excuse my bad spelling/grammar/anything else that bothers you. I did go back and check, multiple times, but there may be some mistakes in here still :L

Unfortunetly I do not own anything Harry Potter I only get the Joy of owning my wonderful OCs.

But anyway enough from me, I'll speak more here in the later chapters but for now...

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It wasn't the first time in Skylar's life that she had felt smaller than everyone else, but something about the way she was forced to stand on the tips of her toes craning her neck to see above crowds made her feel smaller than usual. All around her the sounds of excited whispers and shuffling feet echoed in the vast hall not giving any real hints as to what was happening around her. Rather than looking forward to her first day at Hogwarts, a place her new friends had not stopped chatting excitedly about all the way here, she found she was only getting more and more irritated, making her fidgity and agitated instead.

Taking deep breaths to calm her nerves she focused solely on the sea of black robes that surrounded her and not the four tables full of gossiping students looking over the first years with something akin to hunger. To Skylar it looked asif they were picking out the best ones and hoping that they would end up in their house. How ghastly she thought bitterly crossing her arms over her cheat with a humph.

Its not like the young girl hadn't given any thought on which house she would like to be placed in, she had, but she wanted to be accepted and here she was being silently judged by every single person in the room. Wasn't Hogwarts supposed to be a place of acceptence? Of friendship and belonging? Right in this moment Skylar didn't feel any of this, and that was what worried her the most.

Through the haze and noise in the great hall Skylar could vaugley make out the sound of a song. Watching the children around her she could see the look of wonder that sat atop their faces as they watched something directly in front of them. Cursing her shortness once more she decided to listen to the whispers that circulated around her hoping to learn what was happening that way. "My brother told me that the sorting hat sings, I never believed him. I simply thought it was him playing another joke on me" One whisper, louder than the rest, caught Skylar's attention making her furrow her eyebrows in confusion. A singing hat? Surely not.

Once again her gaze sought out the ceiling that had a magical illusion to make it look like the evening sky, stars and all. The ceiling was invisible behind it making it seem asif the roof realy was open and the wonderful view real. If such a beautiful thing as that was possible then who was she to know what else could be real? Maybe even a singing hat.

The sudden onslaught of clapping brings Skylar's thoughts racing to a violent end. Her head snaps forwards quickly making her head spin slightly as she tries desperately gain some of her composure.

"when I call your name" the familiar voice of Professor McGonagall boomed through the applause instantly silencing it "you will sit on the stool and be sorted by the hat"

Skylar couldn't help but giggle to herself, attracting some dirty looks in the process, so there really was such thing as a hat that sings. Covering her mouth with her hand to stiffle the giggles she shifts her eyes downward slightly embaressed at her sudden outburst. Why did she always do this to herself? Make an absalute fool of herself, branding herself a freak. It wasn't even the first day and already she was averting her eyes of snide glares aimed in her direction.

"Skylar Agernet" she jerks stiff as a board as her name is called her whole body acting asif it is made of stone, refusing to move an inch. Forcing her numb feet to move a step proves to be a task but she takes another and soon she finds herself moving more quicker and more assured. Whispers follow her like a ripple in the water giving her more motivation to get towards the sagging piece of cloth that had just become available in her sights. "its the girl who was afraid of the water-" "-refused to go near the boats-" "-never seen such a wimp before-" tears sting in the corner of her eyes as she holds her head high pretending not to hear them.

Oh what a fool she had been, she needn't have worried about that outburst of laughter earlier apparently the damage had already been done. Everything had been fine-better than fine- until she had seen the water, the black water under the night sky. Skylar hated water at night with a passion, anything could be under that water and she'd be none the wiser. Maybe bursting into tears clutching to that friendly giant Hagrid wasn't really helping the whole situation but going on the carraiges up the castle with the head boy and girl instead of the flimsy wooden boats felt totally worth the humiliation to her. At the time. Now though, she was suffering.

When she was 6 her father had taken her mother, her brother and herself fishing; something he had picked up during a buisness trip to the muggle world. At first it had been the best day of her life, the bright sun, the clear blue water even the fact that her father was terrible at it could not ruin the mood. But when things seem to be perfect they very rarely are and so when Skylar saw the large object glide past the boat under the water she should have known. Before she could blink it had lept from the shimmering water and latched onto her mother. That was the last time anyone had seen her alive and now she refused to go near a large body of water.

Totally understandable really.

Hedging her way through the last of the crowd she flies up the steps desperate to get this over with; the first to the hat the easiest for everone else to forget.

McGonagall smiles kindly at her clutching a scroll in one hand and the sagging piece of cloth in the other. Once firmly sat on the stool the hat is placed on her head totally covering her eyes.

"Another Agernet huh?" Skylar flinched slightly. Of course, the talking and singing hat would talk. Clearly she just wasn't thinking straight today. "you know your brother was is quite a handful"

Skylar snorts her eyes instantly locking onto those of her brother's sat at the far end of the Hufflepuff table. Oh I quite agree she thinks eagerly but I love him anyway

"Clearly but I guess someone has to. Your not like him your much more, calm and in control" she smiles to herself "very polite too"

All the worrying about which house she would be placed in swiftly left her mind. The hat on her head had been sorting people for years, it had even sorted her brother. Skylar knew she was in the skilled hands, the hat knew what it was doing.

"I'm flattered my dear but are you sure you have no preferences?" she shakes her head, no "Hmm you really don't want to make my job easy do you?"

Skylar gulp down any last remaints of fear as she realises the decision was close at hand. Just a few more seconds and-

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

The first one to their feet at said table was her brother clapping proudly, a huge smile on his face. A smile similar appears on her own face as she hops down from the stool and dances her way over to the table. Instantly shes met with "Welcome to Hufflepuff" and "congratulations" as people pat her on the back the smile never once leaving her face.