Chapter One

I waited in a dark corner in the back of the room. Dumbledore had told me to wait in the back and watch the others come in until he called me up after the sorting of the first years. So that is what I was doing. The lots of them were a very noisy group of students I decided after watching the older kids fill up the Great Hall. Not the Slytherin's as much but that was because they didn't talk much to the other houses. Britta saw a ton of dirty looks being given by both the Gryffindor's and the Slytherin's to each other. There was some kind of animosity between them. Probably a hatred that really had to no reason being there she decided. She had seen what hatred, passed down from generation to generation, could do at its worse.

Britta spotted a dark head on the far table next to a red and brown head. That must be Harry Potter she thought at least he matches the descriptions. She had been hearing a lot about him since arriving in the wizarding world. He was watching the first years being sorted when not talking to his friends. She did see his eyes go up to the staff table a couple of times. Britta followed his gaze up there smirking when her eyes came to Professor Snape and remembering his testing on her potions level. He hadn't been the kindest and it was nice to see his reaction at her knowledge, especially when she told him who had been teaching her. Britta jerked from her thoughts as the whispers echoed throughout the room when McGonagall did not remove the hat and stool. Her eyes glued to Dumbledore to watch him as she waited.

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Professor Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was smiling around at the students, his arms opened wide in welcome. "I'm afraid that there is still one person to be sorted. Britta Fain will you please come forward."

A dark hair girl seemed to materialize from the dark corner of the room. She walked in between the tables up to the staff table. She stopped next to the sorting hat.

"Miss Fain here has come to us in hope of joining us. She has been tested and found worthy to enter the ranks of the fourth years." Britta's thoughts returned to her testing once again. Professor Snape had made a big fuss about it from the very beginning. Even now he didn't look happy about what was about to happen. "We now have the privilege of witnessing her sorting."

Harry exchanged a look with Ron and Hermione then turned back to watch Britta be sorted. Britta picked up the sorting hat, when Professor McGonagall made no move towards her, and settled herself on the stool. She then slowly put the hat on top of her head. The whole hall was deathly quiet. No one seemed to really know what to think about this situation.

"Which house should I put you in?" The sorting hat questioned in Britta's mind. She remained silent and listen to the hat, "You will do best in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, but which one? Um, even Slytherin would work. Ah, I think I see which one you will be more helpful in."

It seemed that several minutes passed by to everyone watching, but it couldn't have been more than a few seconds, when the sorting hat roared, "GRYFFINDOR!" It wasn't until Britta had removed the hat and sat it back on the stool that the hall broke out in applause. Britta sat towards the end of the table and Dumbledore stood back up.

"I have only two words to say to you," he told them, his deep voice echoing around the Hall. "Tuck in."

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"What about that new girl?" Neville asked the others as they headed toward the Gryffindor tower.

"I don't know. It's kind of…" Fred paused in what he was saying. Trying to think of a word to described the situation.

"Weird. Unusual." George supplied for Fred.

"It is different." Harry declared.

"I almost forgot about her with the announcement of the Triwizard Tournament." Ron added sheepishly, "What was her name?"

"Britta." Hermione replied shortly.

"You'll get the best chance at knowing her since you'll be sharing a dormitory with her." Harry addressed Hermione.

"I wonder where she came from." George spoke his thought out loud.

"And why she came so late?" Fred added, "She is joining the fourth year ranks."

"There's only one way to find out." Hermione said as they approached the Fat Lady, "We'll have to ask her."

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Notes: I like this chapter a whole lot better. I'm glad that I redid it. I'm working on the other and the next chapter at the same time and I know that it is going really slow. Sorry about that. It will probably take me a while since I have half a page on the next chapter and have had it at that length for a while now. Please be patient. I promise that I will finish it. There is hardly anything that I don't finish even if it takes me a while. Please review.