I stood in line, and waited for my name to be called to be sorted into my appropriate house like all of the other first years.
My hands were clammy, and I was nervous, and I couldn't concentrate with some know-it-all explaining to someone, who couldn't careless, about the ceiling, and about how she read all about it in Hogwarts; a History.
Other children were mumbling about how Harry Potter was amongst us, but I wouldn't know who that was.
I lived in a muggle orphanage, and the mistress was more than happy to get rid of me, as were quite a few other girls in the orphanage.
I was the pranker of the bunch, putting green hairdye into shampoo and that sort of thing. Nothing life threatening, but enough to get an amazing laugh out of it.
I hated being in an orphanage for one reason most though.
I had no last name.
I was delivered unto the porch step with a card with my first name, a letter that I haven't been allowed to see yet, and a locket, which hangs around my neck to this very day.
I knew I'd be last on the list, they had nothing the categorize me by if they were doing it alphabetically and by last name.
Sure enough, they were, and I was dead last.
I watched the professors as the examined each child, guessing which house that they'd go in, and wondering if they'd be a star pupil, and a stick in the mud.
"Alexandria..." The woman fumbled, not knowing what to say, but I scurried up the staircase, before she could ask questions. I felt all eyes on me, but I looked over, and saw that the man with the snow white beard and the half moon glasses didn't look at me.
I shrugged it off, being as he seemed like a thoughtful man, and faced my audience.
The woman, who introduced herself as Professor McGonagall, placed the old hat atop of my head.
It debated between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and as I didn't know what the real differences were, because I was too nervous to pay attention to his poem, I just sat there stupidly.
It only took Harry Potter this long to figure out which house he was to go to, and he appeared to be famous.
The hat called out Gryffindor, and I relaxed, knowing that I belonged somewhere, and sat next to Harry Potter and across from the bushy haired know it all, and on my other side sat a nice boy, holding a toad tight.

That was four years ago.
Today, I'm in my fourth year, sitting in that exact same spot, looking up at the man who can never look at me straight in the eye.
We were awaiting for the names in the Goblet of Fire to come out, and as the last one did, we all began to chatter about each of the contestants, and which would win.
The fire burned again, and shot out two more names to Dumbledore's surprise.
He looked at the names, and looked furious.
He looked at Harry, "Harry Potter!" He called out and Harry's eyes widened, but he was too shocked to do anything.
Dumbledore yelled this time "Harry Potter!" and Harry took no time in running where all of the others went to.
Dumbledore turned to face me for the first time in my four years at Hogwarts, and stared me straight in the eye, and I became frightened.
"Alexandria Dumbledore."