I sat at the Professor's Table at the end of the long dinning hall. To my right sat Neville. The beginning of the year feast was truly my least favourite day of the schooling year. The long list of first year's was grasped in the hands on the Transfiguration professor that had taken McGonagall's place as she ventured to take her position of Headmistress. He led the group of terrified First Years to the front of the hall, before the Sorting Hat. Explaining to them what was to happen to them within the next few minutes, he called the first few names. A short girl with wheat-coloured hair was sorted to Hufflepuff with a tall lanky boy with shaggy brown hair stumbled along beind her. A pair of Raven-topped twins wandered towards Gryffindor with another shorter boy in tow.

"Eli Cohen".

I perked up a bit hearing my brother's name called. He nervously bounded up the platform to the stool. Barely a minute after the Sorting Hat fell atop his head, it bellowed 'Gryffindor'. The table burst into its normal cheers then quieted down for the next one, a small, dark-skinned girl with plated hair and golden rings in her ears. The list continued 'till I was sure we had enough First Years to re-enact the Revolutionary War. When I heard a name I was not at all expecting.

From the lips of the Transfiguration professor came the most blasphemous words to be uttered within my presence:

"James Potter". He had kids with her? What? I should have expected this to happen, but, I guess a part of me did not want it to.

"Are you alright?" Neville piped from beside me. Neville got the good life. He was happily married to Hannah Abbott, Herbology professor, had a happy family and everyone loved him. It was safe to say that I was immensely envious at how his life had gone. I snapped my head in his direction and swallowed hard.

"I'm fine." Was my simple reply as I turned back to watch the sorting of the seed of the man I hated so deeply.

The pre-teenage boy bounced up the stairs, a look on his face questioning why he even needed to be sorted. He was rather decent sized, a tad taller than most Second Years even were, he had inherited his mother's straight hair, but clearly inherited his father's natural messy look, brown hair, and eyesight. He sat on the stool, and the hat was placed on his head. Unlike planned, there was not sudden call of house placement as usual with these children, it took an awful long two minutes before the Sorting Hat called out to the silent crowd "Gryffindor!"

After quite a few more sortings, the feast, and the closing speech. The children were released to their common rooms for leisure time then lights out. I made my rounds through the castle looking for any lost First Years or Seventh Year couples out for a mid-night 'meeting.' On seeing no one, I retired to the comforts provided from my bed chambers. I replied to a few Owls sent to me, one from Eli telling me how excited he had been to be sorted into my old house. Soon after I retired to the cushions of my bed to read over a book I had borrowed for reference from the Library and soon it was lights out for me.

The next morning I sat at the Professors table once more for breakfast, watching intently as the students ventured in. Sometimes they were in groups, sometimes alone. James walked in, a frizzy red-haired girl walked beside. I scanned my mind to see if I remembered her from the sorting the night before, although after the shock of Potter, I was not fully attentive to the sorting. Neville, probably following my gaze and noticing my confused face leaned over to me and whispered: "Her name is Rose Weasley." I looked over at him, and nodded my head in her direction.

"Whose her parents?"

He gave me a look, possibly of sympathy before replying to me.

"Hermione and Ron."

"Oh." I shrugged and turned back to the front. I was not really suprised that I had not received word of her birth or what not.