The Sorting

Draco's POV

Leaving the girls to get on the boats with the rest of the first years. Don't ask me how everybody else got here, they just did and I'm going to guess they didn't Apparate. I shrugged and got into the carriage with Crabbe and Goyle.

When we got to the main building I got out and led my friends into the dining hall. We were the last Slytherins to arrive so we had to sit at the end. I sighed and sat beside Crabbe with Goyle across from us.

Soon enough the first years filed into the hall and I spotted the girls. Angela nodded and Anastasia smiled to me. I nodded back and glanced at McGonagall. When I looked back at them I noticed Angela's hair was soaked and Anastasia strode a few steps behind her.

I shot them a questioning glance and Anastasia shook her head. They had reached McGonagall. Angela shook her head and droplets flew out of hair. Some of the other girls shrieked and I laughed. Anastasia said something to her sister and she bowed her head.

McGonagall shot the girls a dirty look and they both stood up straighter. She pushed her glasses back up her nose and cleared her throat. "Now is the time for us to sort out our new students." She held out her hand and the old hat on the chair sat up and opened its mouth.

"A thousand years or more ago, when I was newly sewn. There lived four wizards of renown whose names are still well known: bold Gryffindor, from wild moor, fair Ravenclaw, from glen, sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad, shrewd Slytherin, from fen. They shared a wish, a hope, a dream, they hatched a daring plan to educate young sorcerers; Thus Hogwarts School began. Now each of these four founders formed their own house, for each did value different virtues in the ones they had to teach. By Gryffindor, the bravest were prized far beyond the rest; for Ravenclaw, the cleverest would always be the best; for Hufflepuff, hard workers were Most worthy of admission; and power-hungry Slytherin loved those of great ambition. While still alive they did divide their favourites from the throng, yet how to pick the worthy ones when they were dead and gone? Twas Gryffindor who found the way, he whipped me off his head the founders put some brains in me so I could choose instead! Now slip me snug about your ears, I've never yet been wrong, I'll have a look inside your mind and tell where you belong!" The Sorting Hat sang. Everybody clapped when it was over.

Professor McGonagall pulled out her list and called, "Angela Black!" She strode up flicking water as she went. McGonagall cast a spell and her hair dried and braided itself.

"WHAT!" I exclaimed standing up. Anastasia and Angela smiled at me, "Black!" I then realized why the girls were so familiar: they were just like Sirius and Regulus.

The strange looks given to me were from mainly my House but the strangest I got was from Harry. It was a mixture of recognition and confusion. I shook my head and sat back down.

McGonagall blinked and set the Sorting Hat on Angela's head. The Hat smiled and said "A good mind, clever and sarcastic," There were snickers from some students, "but witty too. Courage and strength, so where to put you? The Lion or the Eagle? We must decide. Ahh! Mighty Ravenclaw is where you will reside!"

Cheers rose from the blue and black clad students. Angela sat beside Luna and across from Cho. McGonagall called, "Anastasia Black!"

Anastasia walked up with more dignity than her sister. The Hat said, "Clever as your sister but less likely to adhere to your work." Angela laughed, "The same house? I think not! Sly as a snake, off to Slytherin! I know I have made no mistake." Anastasia jumped up and slid into the seat next to me.

"You're a Black?" Was the only thing I could think to say. She nodded and I hugged her, "Congratulations little cousin!" I said. She hugged me back.

We sat through the rest of the sorting with little to say. When the last kid was sorted Angela came over and smacked her sister, "Seems your right Annie." She said.

"About?" She asked.

"About us not being in the same House." She sighed and stuffed a piece of bacon into her mouth and grabbed another off her sister's plate. She half-hugged me and stole one of my pumpkin pasties. "Bye!" She called dashing back to her own table.

I watched Luna regard Angela with curiosity and then hand her a small box. When Angela opened it she about fell out of her seat in shock. "What's eating her?" I asked Anastasia.

Anastasia looked up and saw the box, "Luna must have given her the small pet food maker." She shrugged and went back to eating. I sighed and did the same.

By the time the feast was over and the Houses were getting ready to leave, Goyle had almost jinxed Anastasia, Crabbe about cursed Goyle, and I about smacked them both. Fred and George came over to see the newest twin. "Hello newbie!" Fred said. George waved but kept silent.

"Hi!" Anastasia said, "Your Fred and George aren't you?" They nodded and she shook their hands, "Pleased to meet you, Uncle has told Angel and I a lot about you two."

"Yes, and we look up to your mischievous talents." Angela said coming up behind them, "I'm Angela and that's Anastasia."

Fred shook her hand and said "It's nice to meet you Angela. Have you thought about trying out for quidditch?" George nudged him and pointed towards the doors.

Dumbledore stood and said, "The competitors from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons have arrived!" The two schools poured in and almost all the guys drooled over the girls.

I led Anastasia to our House Common Room and showed her where to go. The rest of the Slytherins dispersed throughout the Common Room. Soon enough I went to bed and my last thought before sleep was, Is Regulus or Sirius their dad?

A/N: So here's the next chapter. Hope you like our first HP fanfic. Can you guys guess who Anastasia and Angela's dad is? Give a guess and please review!