A/N: Hey I know that there are probably a lot of Harry Potter fan fictions out there, but I had to get this one off my chest. You see there have been a lot of Harry Potter dreams I have had and I stared as Clara Riddle. Clara will be explained throughout the whole "Book", and please tell me if I'm doing something wrong. Because if I am I'll correct it immediately, even if I have to take the whole story down and lock it away, and again I just had to get this off my chest. Oh, next chapter I will have Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Clara come in and talk. Thank you.

I just got a review and the person is right. I was being dumb! Okay rewrite!

By the way thank you to the special reveiwer!

Chapter 1

Sorting Ceremony

"They will be arriving shortly Miss Riddle don't you worry." Professor Dumbledore calmly said. He stood a short distance away from me. He always seemed to not want to be around me for long. Yet he would always have someone to watchover me, to keep me in check.

I looked up at him and just nodded my head. I have lived here at Hogwarts since I could remember and so didn't have to take the Hogwarts Express here. It was nerve raking just standing here by the doors and waiting for the other students to arrive. I took Dumbledore's hand and squeezed.

He immediatly took his hand from my grasp. "Oh, not to tight Miss Riddle."

So there we were, standing and waiting. It started to get cold so I wrapped my cloak tightly around my person and shifted from side to side.

"Miss Riddle I must go now and prepare for the students arrival. Will you be alright all by your lonesome?"

"No worries there Professor, I'll be with the girl." Professor McGonagall had crept up beside Professor Dumbledore. He wasn't startled at all. He was so use to Professor McGonagall's quick appearances. I on the other hand had jumped up so far I could have touched the ceiling of the entrance hall.

"G-good evening Professor McGonagall." I whispered.

"Good evening Clara." She smiled down at me. I swear I am the only one who receives smiles from her. I mean her true smiles.

"Okay Minerva. Miss Riddle." With a wave of his hand, as he walked up the stairs, he disappeared.

"Professor?" I looked up at McGonagall.

"Yes dear." She said back staring at the main doors.

"Do you think…the other children will like me?"

She looked down at me and smiled again. "Of course they'll like you child. The other students do don't they?"

She had me there. I have a lot of friends in almost all the years and in every house, except Slytherin. The older students would call me the mascot of Hogwarts, even though the true mascot is a hog.

"Okay, thank you Professor."

"Any time child, any time."

The distinct sound of horse hooves on gravel came in from the closed main door. I smiled thinking of all the friends I would make. Then, with sudden shyness, I slid behind Professor McGonagall, hiding from the doors.

"Miss Clara, the first years aren't here yet."

"There not?"

"Heavens no child, they arrive by boats on the lake."

My brain started to work then. I knew that. I've known that ever since I was little. I've lived here all my life. Silly me.

I slid out from behind Professor McGonagall as the main doors burst open with the first arrivals of the older kids. I waved at them all as they saw me standing with McGonagall. They smiled and waved back.

"It's your first year isn't it Clara?" Penelope Clearwater of Ravenclaw asked me. I nodded my head.

"Well, well. Hello first year." A Slytherin fifth year called.

"Pay no attention to him Miss Riddle." Percy Weasley of Gryffindor said. If Percy was here that meant….

"Clara!" Two voices shouted. I turned to see Fred and George strut over to me.

Fred and George Weasley were the two older students I was actually happy to see. They always brought fun and exictment into these drab halls of Hogwarts. I mean Hogwarts can be pretty mysterious, but not as mysterious as Fred and George makes them.

"Fred, George! How was summer?" I asked

"It was wicked." Fred said.

"We brought a lot of "dangerous" stuff to play with." George said.

"You have to let me help you. I can this year. I'm a student." I said

"We'll think about it." They said together. Then were gone.

"I don't know why you hang out with them. A bunch of misfits if you ask me, and they're own brothers." Percy said.

With that Penelope and Percy went into the Great Hall. The older students started to thin out as they all went into the Great Hall. Soon Professor McGonagall and I were the only ones left in the entrance way.

I could here foot falls on the gravel outside. They were finally here! I hurriedly ran to the open door and looked out. The first years were assembling up to the door. Professor McGonagall came up behind me and barked.

"FIRST YEARS THIS WAY PLEASE!" I shied away.

The first years assembled into the entrance hall and stopped talking amongst themselves. A few looked at me with curiosity as I looked at them and the others didn't pay much attention to me at all. That's alright, not all of them would like me.

"Listen up. Welcome to Hogwarts. The start of term feast will begin after you are sorted into your houses. The houses consist of Gryffindor, watched over by me, Hufflepuff, watched over by Professor Sprout, Ravenclaw, watched over by Professor Flitwick, and Slytherin…" She said this houses name with a little bit of loathing in her voice. "…watched over by Professor Snape. Now your house will be your home while you are here at Hogwarts and your house will be your family of sorts. You will take classes with your house and sleep in your house dormitory.

"Triumphs in class or around the school will earn your house some points, while rule breaking will take points. At the end of the year the house with the most points wins the house cup." She closed her eyes and went on. "Now the ceremony will take place in a few minutes. Wait here while I go prepare." With this she went into the Great Hall.

I looked around at the students they looked nervous. I smiled to myself, I know all this stuff and know what house I want to be in. I was aiming for Gryffindor.

Someone clearing their throat near by had me turning around. A girl with a bushy mane of brown hair was standing there staring at me. I looked her up and down thinking of what she could possibly want.

"Yes." I said.

"Hello. I'm Hermione Granger."

"Clara Riddle." I stated simply.

"Why weren't you on the train?" She asked.

"Well I live here, at Hogwarts. I've lived here ever since I could remember."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Well in, Hogwarts, A History, it never mentioned that someone could live here."

"Yeah, so, that means…." I trailed off.

"It doesn't mean anything. Its just it should state in the book that someone could live here at Hogwarts if they wanted to." She said smugly.

"Well maybe they didn't tell you this so people wouldn't swarm here and take up space." I said. "Or maybe they don't want anyone to know so people like you could ponder over it."

"Well that's just plain silly." She scoffed and was off talking to some other girl.

"Way to go mate." A voice said behind me. I turned to see a boy with flaming read hair. I got excited, this must be a Weasley. "She was like that on the train to. Couldn't get her to shut up. My hats off to you."

"Well thank you. You wouldn't be a Weasley now, would you?"

"Yeah, so what if I am." He sounded affronted.

"No, no. Don't get me wrong. I just know your brothers Fred and George is all."

"Oh, well then yes I am." He sounded proud. He could change his moods like a girl can change clothes.

"Wicked! I love your brothers. They always made me laugh when they were here." I took his hand and shook it. "Clara, Clara Riddle."

"Ron Weasley." He stated simply. "Oh, can't forget about Harry."

"Harry?" I thought he was talking about a pet rat or something, but what I saw was not a rat. He pulled a scrawny boy out of the throng of kids. His hair was a disarray of black wisps and his eyes were so green I could stare at them forever and still love them.

"Hello." He said simply.

"Hi." I said.

"Oh come on. Be more cheerful about it." Ron said.

I smiled at them both and was about to introduce myself properly to this boy when Professor McGonagall came in and shushed everyone. I looked at her. She had a list of names in one hand and had a stool in her other hand.

"It is time." She said simply.

We all followed her into the Great Hall in two single filed lines. The noise in there was tremendous. Everyone was talking or trying to talk over people. Even the teachers were joining in. Professor McGonagall, once we were up to the front, motioned us to stop and stand where we were.

A hush fell over the entire room as McGonagall put the stool down and pulled a hat from her cloak. She set it down on the stool and it began to sing. It was a beautiful song. About the four founders of the school and how they went there separate ways, how the hat was made and its job to sort the first years into their houses. Then it stopped.

"When I call your name, you will come up to the stool and put the hat on. Alfred, Kimberly!"

A shy little girl went up to the stool and put the hat on.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat shouted. A wild cheering came from the far side of the room.

I didn't pay much attention I was too entranced with the hat. Then I heard Professor McGonagall shout:

"Malfoy, Draco!" A blonde boy strutted up to the hat and about put it on when it shouted:

"SLYTHERIN!" Wow was all I thought.

So on and so forth until….

"Potter, Harry!"

WHAT! I looked around wildly for the Potter boy only to see the dark haired boy next to me walk up to the stool. Ron laughed at the look on my face.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The Gryffindor table went mad.

"Riddle, Clara!" I felt my face heat up. I hated to get in front of people. I walked up to the stool and picked up the hat then sat down. I put it on my head and immediately:

"So, I am finally put on your head." He said it like I was royalty or something. "I think I shall put you in Slytherin, like your ancestry wants me to."

"No." I whispered. "I want to go to Gryffindor."

"Are you sure? Your power would blossom into a flower if you were to go into Slytherin."

I shook my head no.

"Okay…GRYFINDOR!" There was a great cheer from the Gryffindors. I could hear Fred and George distinctively over the cheer say:

"Yeah! We got the mascot!" I giggled.

As I walked over to the table and sat across from Harry, McGonagall shouted out some other person's name. I was too preoccupied with the boy across from me to pay much attention. I tapped the table for his attention. He looked at me with his green eyes.

"Hello again." I said.

"Hey." He said.

"So you're Harry Potter."

"Yes."

"Cool. I'm Clara." I smiled warmly. "Don't worry. I won't freak out like the others do, although there may be the occational shreek of surprise upon seeing you."

"Thanks." He sounded like he would pass out.

"Cheer up."

"Hey you guys." Ron came to sit next to Harry. "I'm starved. Where's the food?"

"It will be here in a minute."

"Oh…will someone bring it in?" Harry asked.

"No, you'll see." I stared at my plate and the other two did the same.

"Dig in." Boomed Dumbledore's voice. The plates filled with food. Roast beef filled my plate, with a side of corn and mashed potatoes with turkey gravy.

"Wicked." Ron said. He quickly finished his plate and went for seconds. Harry dug in like he hasn't eaten in two years while the other students just ate and talked.

"So Clara, who are your parents?" Harry asked me.

"Umm…I don't know. My mother was killed in child birth and my father died when I was about one year old. I was adopted and raised here."

"Really, you're not pullin' our chain are you?" Ron asked.

"No I'm not. I've lived here for as long as I can remember. Hogwarts is my home." I smiled at all the memories with the teachers here.

"Yeah, she's Hogwarts mascot." Fred put in.

"Uh huh, she knows everything about Hogwarts, even its dark secrets." George said.

"Don't put such a lie in their heads George." I said. "I don't know everything. Hogwarts is a mystery in itself."

They laughed and resumed eating and plotting. I shook my head at their silliness and went back to my conversation with Ron and Harry.

"Any way…yeah. Harry I know about your parents." He looked away. "But tell me about them anyway. There must be some one year old memory stuck in there."

"Well…I remember a green flashing light. That's about all."

With that the food disappeared from the plates and Dumbledore stood up to make his after dinner announcements. Everyone paid astute attention to him like he was a god. I just stared at the wall. He didn't like it when istared at him.

"Welcome all to the new students and welcome back to the old." He began. "First years note that the forest at the edge of the grounds is off limits. Quidditch try outs will be held in two weeks. And finally, I must tell you that the third floor corridor on the right hand side is off limits to all students. That is unless you want to suffer a most…painful death. Now off to bed." With his speech done Dumbledore turned to talk with Professor McGonagall.

"Do you think he was joking about the third floor corridor thing?" Ron asked.

"I don't think so." I said. "I know Dumbledore. He usually tells you why you can't go somewhere. Weird."

"First year Gryffindors this way please. First year Gryffindors!" Percy shouted.

We all followed him to the seventh floor corridor and to the picture off the Fat Lady. I loved this portrait. She was always fun to talk to.

"Pixie Corn." Percy said before she could ask "Password?". She swung open and admitted us into the Gryffindor common room. It smelled of polished sandal wood and hickory smoke. I loved it.

"Girls your dormitories of to the left, boys to the right, please enjoy your stay at Hogwarts." With that Percy left for the boys dormitories on the right.

"G'night boys." I said to Harry and Ron.

"Good night Clara." They chimed in together.

I followed the group of first year girls to our dormitory. They talked all the way up to the door excluding me. I grunted and pushed past them because they weren't opening the door. I pushed it open and saw the most beautiful room in the whole castle.

It had five four poster beds with light green hangings. There were cushy tan chairs in between each bed, one for each of us, with a lamp and table. Sandal wood chests were at the end of each bed already filled with our things. I went to the bed without a trunk because I didn't need one. As I went I noticed we had a fire pit in the middle of the room.

"Well we might as well turn in girls." Hermione said.

I glared over at her. Who died and made here queen bee. But I listened and changed into my silk sleeping gown and turned in. I was tired any way.