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Ok warnings/fill ins- Dumbledore did not station Mrs. Figg to watch Hari. Harisalia is a girl. Hari is the nickname the Mauraders called her so almost everyone knows her as Hari not Harisalia. Enjoy!
September 1st, Harisalia Potter's first year
Flitwick smiled and commented to his neighbor Severus Snape "Looks like we have a large group of first years this year, the line goes almost half way down the aisle."
Snape sneared "hopefully they aren't all hopeless dunderheads."
"Only you would think that about such a nice group of eleven year olds. I believe the Bones girl is out there, and there was a very eager muggleborn who will almost definitely be in my house with all of the questions she asked during Minerva and my visit to explain everything, and isn't Hari Potter supposed to start this year." Flitwick mused.
"Yes, but the arrogant girl never responded to her owl and when Dumbledore sent someone to talk to the girl they said that the given address was wrong." Snape practically growled out.
"R-r-really the g-g-girl nev-v-ver responded t-to the owl. H-h-how unfortunate, are we-e-e even s-s-sure she is c-coming." The turbaned defense teacher stuttered.
The sorting hat began singing halting all conversation.
"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.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
And just a word of warning,
For you have lost a chance
There comes a time of change
Lead by him from the past.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a thinking Cap!"
The whole hall burst into applause, but Severus glanced at Dumbledore and noticed he looked troubled and was scanning the first years. 'Probably looking for the Potter brat' Severus sneered to himself.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," McGonagall called, "Abbott Hannah!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat without a moment's pause.
She kept going till the name before Potter's, Dumbledore leaned forward scanning the first years eagerly while "Perks, Sally-Anne." Was sorted and then, finally -
"Potter, Hari!"
No one came forwards, people started whispering, after a minute Minerva cleared her throat and called her name again. Still nothing, Minerva looked over her shoulder at Dumbledore who nodded, and she continued with the next name. "Thomas, Dean!"
After the feast Dumbledore called Minerva and Severus to his office to discuss Hari Potter, or rather the lack of her during the sorting.
"I don't see what you want us to do about it Albus, obviously the girl isn't here so she is not one of our students. Perhaps her family moved to another country and she is attending a different school, but that's besides the point if she didn't respond to the owl why did you even expect her to be here. You know I told you that it was a bad plan to send her with those muggles, they were just the worst sort of people." Minerva finished saying her piece by glaring at Dumbledore.
"Actually, I've finally managed to find the Dursley's and was hoping you two would be able to accompany me to visit them this weekend. In order to find out why young Hari has failed to respond to our owls." Dumbledore twinkled at them and the steam went right out of Minerva's glare, she got rather excited.
"Really you've found her, oh the poor girl, of course I'll come with you this weekend."
"I don't see why my presence would be required Dumbledore." Severus was inwardly seething the first weekend was always busy getting things perfected and finishing last minute changes to lesson plans, not to mention all of the staff meetings, and all the meetings he did within his house to make sure the first years were settling in and the prefects knew what to do.
"I'm sure you can both fit it into your schedules." Dumbledore said with a benign grandfatherly smile.
