This is for the HPFC Song and Dance Challenge. The CD I chose was the soundtrack from the Broadway show Wicked, which does not belong to me, except for my copy of the CD which I paid for. Harry Potter also does not belong to me. I don't know if this challenge still exists, but I am still doing it anyway.

Chapter 1: Dear Old Shiz

Eleven-year-old Bellatrix Black stood on the platform staring at the Hogwarts Express. The billowing black smoke seemed to symbolize a major change in her life; an exciting new phase. It was only her parents' stern glares that kept her from jumping up and down in joy. She turned to her parents, waiting for their signal to step onto the train and embark on her great journey.

"You'll be in Slytherin, I assume," her mother said. It was more of a command than a question. Bellatrix nodded; she knew she'd never live through the shame of being Sorted into, say, Gryffindor.

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Andromeda wordlessly followed her elder sister onto the train; she knew Bella wouldn't like being incessantly hammered with questions. She sighed. What else was new? She was certain she'd have to find everything out on her own, the way Bellatrix had done two years earlier.

"Bella's got a pet!" shouted one of the boys in the compartment Andromeda was led to. Rodolphus Lestrange, she later learned.

Andromeda sighed again. She knew then that she wouldn't fit in with her sister's pureblood friends, although she was pureblood herself. It was expected of her, though, so of course, she would try anyway.

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"Black, Narcissa."

The blonde girl tensed unconsciously as her name was called. She caught her sisters' eyes, and they both nodded, but Andromeda was the only one who smiled. Narcissa offered a weak smile in return and sat on the stool to be Sorted.

"A Black," whispered the hat in her ear. "You'll expect Slytherin, then, won't you?"

"Slytherin," echoed Narcissa softly.

"Whereas," continued the hat, "I think you'd be better off in Hufflepuff. So loyal."

Narcissa tensed again. "If you put me in Hufflepuff, I'll leave," she thought to the hat. "I want Slytherin."

"Slytherin," the hat finally called.