I DON'T OWN MOST OF THE CHARECTERS. A FEW ARE MINE THE REST BELONGS TO J.K. ROWLING.

Azula Dumbledore

Prologue

This is it. I'm about to enter Hogwarts. The school HE taught at. I'll make that dead, bastard, wish Snape had killed him sooner. I'll prove that just because I share his name does not mean I'm like him.

I guess I should explain. My name is Azula Maria Jean Dumbledore. My father, is the world famous Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. A hero of England. A man, who never even wanted his own daughter, he wanted that bastard boy as a son. My mom raised me by herself in Paris, there I attended Beauxbatons and learned magic. Now the war against Voldemort was over and as a sign of peace, I was chosen my Headmistress to take part in a Student Exchange program. I and 9 other students from Beauxbatons' will switch places with 10 Hogwarts students. So now, the 10 of us are standing in front of the main entrance waiting to be admitted and to be sorted as the rules of Hogwarts states.

Finally the doors opened, "Come in, we're about to begin your sorting's. If you'll follow me," the woman who greeted us said as she showed us to the Great Hall. We followed her in the Great Hall toward the front of it. When we reached the front I noticed everyone was watching and exspecially noticed one face watching the Bastard Boy. "Now, students. I want you all to welcome our Beauxbatons Transfer students. The sorting will take place like always, when I call your name you will sit on the stool, I'll place the sorting hat on your head, it'll call a house, then you'll go sit with said house. First off will be….. AZULA DUMBLEDORE! What the, but how… how could someone have his name?"

I didn't even listen, I walked up to the stool and sat down. I looked at all the people staring at me with open mouths and gave them the finger. The woman who I figured out was the Headmistress Sprout, placed the hat on my head. Immediately I heard it start to talk, Intresting, what a sad, mind you have. A lot of intelligence, courage, and kindness. But I also since a sly heart and cunning mind that seeks revenge against the ones who wrong it…I know exactly what house to put you in…SLYTHERIN.

And with that I was sorted into Slytherin. As I stood up only a few people clapped but, I didn't care, just the look on the Bastard Boy's face made it all worth it.