A/N: I'm not sure if I wrote it already. This ist AU!

The first years were lined up and standing behind the stern looking professor who had introduced herself as Professor McGonagall. After McGonagall opened the big wooden door the children marched through the great hall. Shia's eyes immedeately went up to the enchanted ceiling. It was even better then she had it expected to be.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" asked the girl next to Shia. "I wonder how it is made."

Shia looked at the girl. She had black hair and grey eyes. "It's enchanted" Shia answered, assuming that the girl was a muggle-born.

The girl laughed quietly. "I am no muggle-born. I know it is enchanted, I just wanna know how. I'm Iris McLaggen by the way, and you are?"

"Shia Black. Nice to meet ya" answered Shia a bit vacantly. She felt something really odd, but she couldn't describe what it was. It felt like power, ancient power, but before she was able to think a bit more about it the first-years had reached the staff table.

"I am going to call you by your name, you are going to sit on that stool, and I will put this hat on your head. It will tell the school in which house you belong to" explained Professor McGonagall. "Thomas, Albery!"

A young boy with blond hair stepped forward and sat down. The hat needed some seconds until he cried: "HUFFLEPUFF!" The boy stood up, handed the hat back to McGonagall and left for the table where the Hufflepuffs were welcoming him warmly.

"Black, Regulus!"

Shia's cousin pushed throug the other first-years and reached the stool. He grinned from ear to ear, knowing exactly that there was only one house for him. And he was right. Even before the hat touched his head he cried out: "SLYTHERIN!"

Regulus put the hat back and smiled again. The Slytherins were cheering for him, another Black in their house.

"Black, Shia!"

Shia felt a lump in her throat and suddenly she was very nervous. Though, she never showed her nervousness, so she couldn't start doing it now. The girl went to the stool and sat down. The hat was placed on her head and she wondered what took him so long. He had put Regulus in Slytherin in no time, so why wasting time with her?

Later, someone would tell Shia that the hat had already opened his mouth to say something before he touched her, but had closed his mouth again when touching her head.

"I have clearly not expected two Blacks coming to Hogwarts this year" whispered a tiny voice directly in Shia's ear. "I can tell you are not exactly like the other one, but thus you two have some similarities."

"I am absolutly not like him" thought Shia angry.

"Oh yes, you are. You are too proud to notice it, anyway. So, lets get back to business, which house to put you in. You are far too, well, interested in studying to be put in Hufflepuff, but not enough to come to Ravenclaw. And I do not think you would fit in Gryffindor, you know, there are too many thoughts in your head that would do you no good in Gryffindor. So, at least it is going to be exactly what I thought, and I am not surprised. You are a Black to the core. SLYTHERIN!"

Nearly everyone on the Slytherin table was happy to have Shia in their house. Only Bellatrix and Regulus looked skeptically. They knew that Shia was not like them, and they knew that she was not the best thing that happened to Slytherin house.

"Hello sister dearest" greeted Shia whilst sitting down at the table.

"Why are you in Slytherin?" hissed Bellatrix. If even possible she hated her sister more than this blood-traitor Sirius. At least she knew which side Sirius was on, she had no idea what Shia was really thought and believed.

"I am in Slytherin because the hat thought it would be the best house for me, what did you think?" answered Shia. After that, she turned away from her sister and looked at the food. The sorting was already over and the most delicous food Shia had ever seen appeared out of nowhere.

Shia sat on her bed and was bored. She had already unpacked her things and had nothing more to do. Her dorm mates were chatting about the new fifth year prefect, a boy named Thomas Zabini. When the other girls were right he had to be the best looking male in the whole school. "How do they know?" wondered Shia silently. "They couldn't have seen all males at Hogwarts already."

Suddenly the door burst open and yonder prefect marched in. "Girls, please come down to the common room. Professor Slughorn, our head of house is waiting for you. He has to explain some things about Slytherin." He looked quickly at all of them, and when his eyes caught Shia's he smiled.

When Zabini left the room someone behind Shia said: "He smiled at you!"

Shia had to grin when she turned. The girl had said it like it was something totally forbidden. "So? It's none of your business who is smiling at me and who isn't."

The girl snarled at Shia. "Don't speak to me like that. You are scum compared to me. You may be a pure-blood, you wouldn't be in Slytherin if you weren't one. But there are families that are better than others. I am Doreen Malfoy."

Shia had to use all her self-control to look hurt. She wanted to laugh so badly. Obviously this girl had no idea whom she was talking to.

The other three girls were absolutly silent. This was a typical situation where it was best to say nothing. No one knew who would win this fight and it was not wise to support the future looser.

Shia waited some seconds to increase the dramatic. Afterwards she looked directly in Doreen's eyes. "I think you have no idea whom you are talking to. Are you completely insane to say scum to a descendant of the noble and ancient house of Black. There are ten absolutly pure families in great britain you do know that, don't you? Tell me Doreen, which one is the Malfoy family?"

Doreen has turned pale during Shia's little speech. She knew she was in trouble for calling a Black scum. Especially when there were three other Blacks in Slytherin at the moment. "I… I….the malfoys…."

"Which one Doreen? And why are you stuttering? You haven't stuttered when you were busy offending me and my family?" asked Shia with an evil grin. 'Sometimes' she thought 'it's worth beeing a Black.'

"The ninth family. The Malfoys are the ninth family" answered an other girl when Doreen kept silent.

Shia looked at the girl and remembered her. "Iris?"

The black-haired girl nodded. "Yeah, it's me. The McLaggens are the highest ranked family in Scotland. So, beeing a descendant of them I had to learn your pure-blood families as well as ours" explained the girl.

Shia nodded. Now she knew why the name McLaggen had sounded so familiar. "I had to learn yours too." Then, Shia turned back to Doreen. "Never try to offend me again. There are families that are better than others, you are right. But who is better, the Blacks ore the Malfoys?"

After Shia had stared Doreen down, the girl whispered: "The Blacks I guess."

"Believe me, you are right" answered Shia. The girl left the room with a satisfied grin. That Doreen was so arrogant, but what to expect of a Malfoy.

Professor Slughorn was already waiting in the common room. When all first years, boys and girls, where gathered he started to speak: "Good evening to all of you. As I am sure you know that I am Professor Slughorn, head of your house. Now, when I call your name say 'yes'."

"Aubery, Maria"

"Yes Sir"

"Black, Regulus"

"Yes Sir"

"Black Shia"

"Present Sir"

"Flint, Lucas"

"Here"

"Hillberry, Melanie"

"Yes Sir"

„Malfoy, Doreen"

„Here Sir"

"McLaggen, Iris"

"Present Sir"

"Montague, Marcus"

"Yes Sir"

"Stormer, Anthony"

"Here Sir"

"Vaisey, Daniel?"

"Yes Sir"

« Good, all of you are here. Now, listen carefully because I am not saying this twice. Slytherin is a proud house and none of you is allowed to fail Slytherin's expectations. You have to respect your housemates, your teachers and the headmaster. It can happen that you disobey a teacher, but never, never disobey me. Don't break any rules, and don't loose house points. If you ever have to do something that is not entirely conform to the rules, than don't get caught. There are other rules in Slytherin, but I expect your elder housemates to explain them. Now go to bed. You have the whole year to show us that you are worth beeing called a true Slytherin."

The professor stood up and waved at his students. Than, only a second later, he said: "Miss Black, I need to speak to you."

Shia was already on her way up in her dormitory when the professor called her back. She turned around and looked at the professor. When everyone else had left the common room Shia asked: "Why can't I go up like everyone else?"

The professor sighted. "I have heard about your fight with Miss Malfoy only a little earlier."

"I don't think one could call it a fight Sir. It was merely throwing insults at each other."

Slughorn had to grin involuntarily. "Yes Miss Black, and I would call it a fight. Only with words but still a fight. You heard what I said before?"

Shia nodded slowly. "Yes Sir."

"You have to respect your housemates. I do understand that this is a difficult thing to do. So if you and Miss Malfoy have another fight I am giving you and her detention. Together. I am sure you wouldn't like that. Now listen, you can fight, throw dungbombs at each other or whatever you think, but don't do it in public. Slytherin has to look like it is united. Any fights have to be in the private of the Slytherin chambers. Is that understood?"

"Yes Sir" answered Shia. That was not so bad. She would just have to wait for the right opportunity to kick Malfoys arse.

"Than have a good night Miss Black" said the professor and left the common room.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews: Pretty Lily Potter, persons and ketchup, MilyMB Your reviews mean a lot. Please give me more of them. 