Hey guys! It's Emma the Pandacorn, and welcome to my first Fanfic! I am so excited about this. I've been trying to make a Fanfic for a loooong time, but, so far, I've failed. (I have a PACKED schedule.) So hopefully this one is gonna be successful.

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything but my words (oh, and Annie). The wizarding world of Harry Potter and friends belongs solely to J. K. Rowling. This is not intended for publication, and is just a huge fan (me) making a spinoff of the HP series.

This is dedicated to YOU, or anyone else who bothered to click into this story.

Well, what are we waiting for? Here we go…

Prologue

*Flashback, first day*

Annie stood, fidgeting, with the other first years as they lined up to get Sorted. Her heart thumping loudly, she turned to the boys behind her to make conversation. Was anyone as nervous as her?

"Hey," she said to the boys. "I'm Annabel Clementine. Annie. Er, how about you?" She cringed. Really, she had never been much of a socializer.

"Ronald Weasley-Ron," the tall, lanky, red-haired boy said. He paused, then jabbed his dark-haired friend in the chest and said, "This is Harry Potter! The Harry Potter! Notice the scar! Notice the eyes! Notice the-"

"Ron!" Harry, whose encounter with Voldemort Annie had heard a lot about, cried, embarrassed. "No need to introduce me like that, mate." He turned to Annie. "Harry. Pleasure to meet you."

"Anyways," Ron broke in. "Which House d'you think you'll be in? Me and Harry are in for Gryffindor, we reckon."

"Which House do I think I'll be in, or do I want to be in?" Annie asked. "'Cause those are two different things."

Ron shrugged. "Which you think you'll be in."

Annie sighed. "Well, most of my ancestors were put in Slytherin, and my family thinks I should be in it too-"

Ron leapt back, startled. Harry looked wary. "That's where Voldemort-sorry," he said quickly, when Annie looked repulsed. "I didn't mean to offend. I was just…" He gestured helplessly.

"Don't say the name, mate!" Ron reprimanded.

"It's okay," Annie mumbled to Harry. She looked away. The Sorting hd begun.

The Sorting Hat sang a short song, which made Annie dislike Slytherin even more.

"Abbott, Hannah!" The hat called.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Bones, Susan!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

Annie gulped. They were going in alphabetical order. After a few more names were called, Annie heard the Sorting Hat call;

"Clementine, Annabel!"

Annie climbed up the stairs and flinched as Professor McGonagall put the Hat on her head.

The tiny voice spoke into her ear: Mmm hmm, I see… Much chivalry, brains, yes… Cunning, oh my… A desire to please, ambitious, too. Gryffindor? No… how about "SLYTHERIN!"

Annie let out a small sigh as the Slytherins clapped. Hands shaking, she gave McGonagall the hat and sat at the Slytherin table.

She heard a low growl behind her, and jumped. It was the Bloody Baron, Slytherin's ghost. He was scowling.

"I saw you talking to that Potter boy over there," Baron growled.

"So?" Annie responded defiantly. "Harry might get Sorted into Slytherin!" Despite saying this, though, a whole of doubt spread in her stomach.

She watched glumly as Hermione Granger, a girl whom she'd had small talk with on the Hogwarts Express, got Sorted into "GRYFFINDOR!".

"Potter, Harry!"

People murmured.

Annie crossed her fingers under the table. The hat paused for some time until it cried, "GRYFFINDOR!" Cheers erupted from the Gryffindor table.

Annie sighed.

"Weasley, Ron!" Came shortly after. Again Annie crossed her fingers, though she knew the answer would be

"GRYFFINDOR!"

At that point, she was ready to just go and sit at the Gryffindor table.

"Zabini, Blaise!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

Annie grudgingly clapped along with the other Slytherins. Was it just her, or did the Slytherins all look like they were evil material?

Do I? She wondered, touching her face. She looked down at the shiny golden goblet on the table for her reflection.

Annie thought she looked like, well, Annie. She had light blonde hair and doe-brown eyes.

Annie knew hers was not the average Slytherin face. She knew that, inside, she really was good. And she knew that she would do all she could not to turn out like most Slytherins had: Bad.

What Annie did not know, however, was that one day, she would save Harry Potter's life.

Right when he needed to lose it the most.

Well? How was it? :)

I'm glad I finished this chapter, I'll have more coming up real soon. Sorry if it wasn't so interesting, but hopefully later it will get WAY better. Stay tuned by following and favoriting! And don't forget: Constructive criticism and suggestions are always welcome.

-Emma the Pandacorn