Disclaimer: Again I am not in Scotland with millions. I am a simple teenage fan writing fanfics. Enjoy!
"Are you ok?"
Belladora jumped up and wiped the tear from her eyes. She probably looked like hell now that the mascara had time to run down her face. Harry stood in front of the door waiting for an answer.
"I'm fine," she said stubbornly.
"You know we're just trying to be your friends. You could be a little nicer."
"Who said I wanted to be your friend huh? You and your friends, you don't talk to me the rest of the way. Got it?"
"Err ok."
Belladora noticed the look on his face. For some reason she felt bad.
"I'm sorry. A lot has happened…and I'm taking it out on people," she said. What the hell has gotten into me? This is Harry Potter, the guy I want dead.
"I understand. After my last year I can tell how you feel."
"Will all students please change into your robes. We are approaching the school."
"Well…better change. Hope to see you into Gryffindor. We really do want to be your friends."
Belladora watched him walk into the cabin. There was no way she'd be in Gryffindor. Slytherin was the family house that that's where she'd be. Too bad she'd have to put up with Malfoy. Oh well, she'd dated him, what could be worse?
The train arrived at Hogwarts around 15 minutes later. Harry and the others all made their way to the carriages, while Belladora was forced to go with the first year. Belladora rolled her eyes as the girls looked at her and the boys drooled over her.
"You're a first year? Your huge!," a young girl with blonde pigtails squeaked.
"I'm a seventh year you twit."
"Your hot," a boy with mousy brown hair and glasses said.
"Your disgusting."
Both first years turned around and avoided eye contact with her. Stupid immature twits. This boat ride was never-ending, when they finally hit shore Belladora jumped out from the boat and ran up the steps. She was greeted by the Headmistress McGonagall.
"Miss Riddle. Or should I say," McGonagall looked down at her list, "Miss Radcliffe. I hope you won't be like your father."
"No ma'am. I'm a saint," Belladora said smiling angelically, while in the back of her mind a little devil danced.
"That's good to know. We don't want a repeat in history."
Belladora nodded and walked ahead to the area for new arrivals and first years. Things wouldn't be as bad as last year but she wasn't making promises that they wouldn't be bad. The first years began to crowd around her and McGonagall followed behind them.
"Now I will go in and announce your arrival. Miss. Radcliffe you will be last."
Oh joy, thought Belladora. She looked behind her at the first years. A whole hour of waiting, awesome. McGonagall headed in and a few minutes later Belladora and the others marched in. As she walked by the tables she began to hear whispers.
"Those eyes…their like the Dark Lord's were…freaky. "
"What a babe."
"She's a freak, red eyes? Come on!"
Belladora made no expression. She was used to this. If only they all knew the truth. But if they did her career at Hogwarts would be history. The sorting began and Belladora stood to endure the wait. Finally about an hour later she was the only one standing. McGonagall stood to make her speech.
"This year we have a new 7th year, Miss Belladora Ri- Radcliffe. Belladora please take a seat."
Belladora gave McGonagall a stare that said "You are so lucky you fixed that." McGonagall stuck her nose up and motioned for Belladora to take the hat. Belladora took the hat and placed it on her head. The hat jumped from her head back to the spot it had been sitting on. Belladora's eyes shifted from side to side. This couldn't be good. She turned to look at McGonagall for assistance.
"Um we'll try again, go on Miss Radcliffe."
Belladora grabbed the hat again and whispered to it. "Just place me in a house you stupid hat."
"Hmm sorry about that jump. You startled me. You are a Riddle, child of well you know. Hmm you are so easy to place. Evil just like your forefathers. SLYTHERIN!"
Belladora took the hate off and smiled proudly. The Slytherin table cheered on for her as she sat next to her old friend Pansy Parkinson. The two high fived and hugged. This year could turn out well. Now she just had to worry about keeping Draco out of her hair. Belladora turned to see him gazing at her, lust in his eyes. Belladora turned and made a gagging motion to Pansy. Oh the things they would come up with this year.
