I in no way own any of the characters, (other than Vida), the setting or any other amazing Hogwarts thing in this story. All of this wonderful work was done by J.K. Rowling. I am simply a fan.
This idea has been rolling around in my head for at least four years. Let me know what you think, and if I should continue.
As I walked into the great hall with all the other first years, I tried to hide my face behind my long black hair. I knew that this was going to cause a scene. Who would the students gawk over more, me or Potter?
Professor McGonagall started to list off the names. "Brown..Crabe..Goyle..Granger.." Everyone looked nervous as the sorting hat was placed on their heads. McGonagall continued finally getting to, "Potter." There was a general intake of breath throughout the great hall. Murmurs and frantic whispers were interrupting the usual silence of the sorting process. The sorting hat shouted out –"Gryffindor!" Applause broke out from the Gryffindor table.
The Professor gave no notice to this and continued her work. I knew it was almost my turn. "Syltherin." The great hall went completely silent, all eyes searching for the owner of this name. I stepped forward, trying to keep my creamy white cheeks from flaming red.
McGonagall gave me a curt nod. I glanced a quick look over at the Syltherin table, all eyes were wide and curious. I sat on the stool and shut my eyes tight. Professor McGonagall slipped the old hat onto my head. Not more than a millisecond later, the hat shouted out –"Syltherin!" There's a big shocker.
I quickly hopped off the stool and headed to the table with the green banners hanging over it. Everyone at the table looked completely dumbfounded. I sat next to a pale boy, with almost white blonde hair, remembering that the Professor had called him Malfoy.
"Syltherin? There are no more Syltherins left." Malfoy said to me in a jeering voice.
I tried to seem cold, "Well apparently there are. And my name is Vida, not Slytherin. I would watch the tone if I were you. Just remember, you're in my house. Not the other way around." I fought to keep the flush out of my cheeks.
I remembered the conversation that I had had with Professor Snape before the sorting process. He told me to keep a strong face with the Syltherin house, or they would eat me alive.
Malfoy leered at me, but there was something else in his eyes. Curiosity definitely, but there was another emotion that I just couldn't place.
He had also strictly forbid me from revealing who my father was. That could cause chaos within the school. Nobody knew that the great Lord Voldemort had a child.