Dad was nice enough to save me an embarrassing and potentially dangerous train ride to Hogwarts. Instead we travelled by floo powder, having sent my luggage with the train, and arrived in Albus Dumbledore's office, hours ahead of the other students.
"So this is her?" The voice was old and wise. I turned to see Professor Dumbledore, one of the greatest wizards of all time.

Dad lightly put a hand on my shoulder and gave it a light squeeze before letting go. I was surprised by the amount of affection he was showing, it was usually a curt nod to approve or a frown to disapprove.

"That's me." I said.

Dumbledore nodded slowly, "You are registered here under the name Elizabeth Ardonelle, why is it you wish to remain separate from your heritage?"

I smiled, "As much as I love my father, people would whisper and stare, and I hate it when people stare."

He nodded again, "Well then, you will be sorted tonight with the first years. You may leave."

Dad walked me out and gave me a quick tour of the grounds, so I wouldn't get lost first day in.

We ate lunch in his office in the dungeons and discussed what classes I would be taking.

"Have you chosen what electives you want to do?" He asked.

I nodded smiling slightly, "Care of magical creatures and Divination."

Dad almost chocked on his pumpkin juice, "Divination?" he asked, shocked, "Are you sure? With what happened?"

I nodded, confident with my answer, and having a father like mine, you had to be confident.

"I need to understand, dad, I need to know." I said quietly.

I looked up to see my dad staring at me, with an understanding only he could know.

"It's about time we went to the great hall, everyone will be arriving soon and you don't want to be associated with me." He said, switching into teacher mode.

I stood slightly to the side and behind Dumbledore as he gave his start of year speech. As he was talking, I was scanning the room, until my green eyes locked onto his green eyes.

Harry Potter.

The boy who lived.

I snapped back to the speech just as Dumbledore mentioned my name.

"This is Elizabeth Ardonelle; she has transferred here from Beauxbatons academy in France, and will be starting her third year here at Hogwarts."

He turned to me and gestured to the sorting hat, "If you would." He said.

I nodded and sat down, while Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat onto my head.

"Ah! I wondered if you would come. A bit late if you ask me." The Hat began, "You mother a Gryffindor, your father a Slytherin, let me think..."

"Gryffindor!"

As I sat down, I looked at my father. Anyone else would've seen the stone cold stare he always gave, but for the first time in years, my father was happy.

The next chapter yay! I know these are short and i'm sorry, but i get to the point where im like, aw, lets leave it like that. So the next ones should be a little longer, because we finally get to meet Liz's new friends :D Thanks again and the next update might be as soon as tomorrow, AEDST (Australian eastern daylight savings time)