Chapter 1: Introductions

A/N: Hello! So, as mentioned in the summary, this is taken from my quizilla account from WAAY back then. So please don't give me crap about my writing technique because I was eleven when I wrote this. I wasn't very attentive to small details like room arrangements, so pardon my misconceptions. (But I have some minor modifications like spelling... I just feel like it would be a disrespect to the original author - yes, my younger self - to change it.) Thanks.

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"GRYFFINDOR!" The Sorting Hat shouted as I sat on the wooden stool in front of the Hogwarts population. All tables excluding Slytherin, of course broke into loud claps.

"Percy Weasley, Prefect of Gryffindor. Nice to meet you, Bella." I turned around to see a freckled red-head, holding out his right hand for me to shake. I reached out and replied,

"Hi! Nice to meet you."

"I would also like to warn you of these two pranksters," pointing to a pair of twins walking towards us who also had red hair and freckles. "Fred and George Weasley, my brothers."

"So, which is which?" I asked confused as the twins sat at my left.

"I'm the better half, Fred." said the twin on my left, shaking my hand.

"Ignore my younger brother. He doesn't know anything about quality. I'm the better half, George." said the twin left of the twin on my left, also shaking my hand. Re-focusing on the sorting ceremony, I heard the hat shout,

"Slytherin!" I checked to see who it was, seeing a shiny blonde-haired boy walking proudly to the other side of the Hall as Slytherins clapped while Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors jeered.

"Hermione Granger!" Professor McGonagall called out as a shaky, bushy haired girl went up the steps to the elevated platform on which the wooden stool stood and sat on it with Prof. McGonagall placing the hat on her. It barely touched her head when the hat cried Gryffindor. The table shook as people gave loud shouts and claps of approvement. She sat at my right as I introduced myself and she did the same. Soon enough, we were great friends.

"Hufflepuff!" a girl named Hannah Abbott ran toward the Hufflepuff table with relief as more claps broke out. "Abby Kingsley!" McGonagall shouted and the girl immediately sitting on the stool.

"Slytherin, Slytherin, Slytherin!" I saw her chanting and hoping under her breath.

"Slytherin, eh?" The Sorting Hat thought a bit then granted her wish, "SLYTHERIN IT IS!" She swiftly got up and ran to the other side of the hall, sitting beside the blonde haired boy as he put his arm around her. I assumed they knew each other, but that's not important. Next thing I knew, another Weasley looking - kid nervously walked up the steps and sat down.

"Your brother?" I asked Fred.

"Yeah," he replied. "all Weasleys get into Gryffindor unless he's-different." he said with a grin.

"Okaaaayyyyyy..."

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted and Ron Wealey ran to sit in front of me with Percy moving around the table to congratulate him.

"Good job, ickle Ron" stated George, attempting to pinch his cheeks as though he was a little baby, but Ron just smacked his hands away. "Yeah, you get to hang out with Gryffindors and bug Percy whenever you want!" exclaimed Fred, attempting to pinch Percy, but he also smacked his hands away.

"Hey, you guys," I pursuaded to divert their attention to the ceremony "did professor McGonagall just say Harry-what's his name again? The boy who lived?" The Weasleys, Hermione and I looked at the last boy, a black haired one, who seemed very slim with a lightning-bolt shaped scar on the upper right side of his forehead.

"Isn't he the boy we helped out on the platform?" Gearge asked Fred.

"Harry Potter, yeah we saw him on the platform and I sat with him in a compartment with Hermione over here."

It took quite some time before the hat finally exclaimed, "GRYFFINDOR!" The Gryffindors cheered with overwhelming delight for I was sure they would want The Boy Who Lived to be in their house. He ran over to sit beside Ron and across Hermione. Percy hastened to come over and give him the same introduction he gave me and the twins doing the same.

"Isabella. Pleasure to meet you, Harry." I gave him a huge smile and a shake of hands. Soon enough, people were hurrying to our side of the room until the headmaster, Dumbledore announced, "Let the feast begin!" then plates, utencils, goblets, and food magically appeared out of thin air. It was a wonderful and delicious feast...

I recalled my first night in Hogwarts as I watched the Sorting ceremony at my usual place at the table, with Fred on my right and George on my left, Harry in front of me, Ron at his left in front of Fred, and Hermione in front of George, on Harry's right. Harry, Ron, Hermione and I were already in our 5th year while Fred and George were in their 7th. I saw Fred eyeing Mrs. Norris mischievously. He suddenly whispered into my ear,

"Hey, Bella, remember your second year, when Mrs. Norris was petrified?" I nodded. He pulled me closer on the shoulders and said, "I wish she died. I hate that stupid excuse of a cat! Let's think of something to do to t sometime. What do you say, Georgie?" I laughed it off because I pretty much hated her too, as he turned to his twin brother who nodded in response. The last person called sat at the ravenclaw table.

"Now just another reminder, the dark forest is off limits, hopefully you all know that." Professor Dumbledore announced. "As you may or may not have noticed, Professor Rubeus Hagrid is on leave for his health."

"Where do you think he could be?" Harry questioned the gang as Ginny sat beside Ron.

"Maybe he's doing something for the Order." Hermione guessed, staring at a plump and short woman wearing a pink cardigan.

Professor Dumbledore then announced that her name was Dolores Jane Umbridge, our new DADA teacher.

"Yeah, maybe... Hey, that woman is part of the Wizengamot! She was in my hearing." Harry said as he saw the same woman Hermione was looking at. I brushed my curly long dark brown hair from my face and glared at her.

"I don't like her." I clearly stated. "I have a bad feeling about this..."

"Yeah, she seems like trouble." George said, also glaring at her. "But don't worry love, she'll be out of here in no time."

"Yeah, you know she's in Defense Against the Dark Arts! No person has ever stayed in that position for more than a year!" Fred added.

"Ok, but she is still from the Ministry, as Harry said." I averted my attention to an ant crawling on the table as the plump woman made her speech. After that, the food appeared and all troubles washed away for the moment.

A/N: Thanks for giving this a shot. I'll post the second chapter once I get five reviews! Merci beaucoup! Haha. No I'm not French.