Huzzah!

Rating: PG

Summary: Getting sorted, meeting Snape, Draco being a git, the feast, and the wonderful Weasley Twins!

Disclaimer: Nope, nothin' here.

A/N: Ah, to those very first readers out there, I'm sorry for any confusion you face. Taylor was originally in Ravenclaw, but my younger cousin begged me to put her in Gryffindor. And so, not immune to puppy eyes, I had to come a revise it.


Friendship is born at the moment when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one." - C.S. Lewis


As we made our ways to the carriages, I was stopped by Draco.

"Sonya! Is it true Harry potter fainted on the train? The great, the wondrous, Harry Potter, fainting like a scared girl!" Draco and his friends snickered.

Blinking, I wasn't really sure why he wanted to know. Maybe he was concerned? "Uhm, yes, he did. We were actually in the same compartment. A dementor came in and attacked him. Quite scary if you ask me. Luckily, a professor saved us. Anyways, we should really be leaving Draco. I'll see you later." I waved at him and took my sister by the hand as we made our way to a carriage.

What an odd question …


As we made our way to Hogwarts I couldn't help but look up in awe at the giant castle in front of us. I glanced over and saw my sister was doing the same. I smiled; I really felt like I was going to have a good time at this place. But a feeling in my gut told me that this place would be the grounds for many changes to come.

I hoped that most of them were good …

As we stepped out of the carriages and walked to the castle, we were approached by an elderly woman with a stern face and nice green robes. She introduced herself as Professor McGonagall and then led us into the castle where we would meet Dumbledore.

Stepping into the Headmaster's office, I was completely fascinated by the amount of … junk he had in there! There were so many things. Books, a freakin' phoenix, cups and plates, odd miscellaneous items, candy, cabinets filled with stuff, hats, his huge desk, a broom that was enchanted to sweep, a pensieve, portraits filled with all the previous headmasters (a previous headmaster, Phineas Nigellus, who was a Black greeted me as one of his household (how awesome!)) and so many wonderfully shiny things!

I was about to step forward and touch a shiny wind chime, but stopped as I heard a throat being cleared … almost expectantly. Whirling around, I saw the great wizard known as Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, along with his plethora of titles.

Smiling sheepishly, I waved at him. Taylor just rolled her eyes at me, and gave a small curtsy to the Headmaster.

"Well my dears, it is a pleasure to meet two bright witches such as yourselves. I personally welcome you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. May your time here be full of learning and joy." Professor Dumbledore smiled at us as he talked.

"Oh, uhm, thank you for allowing us to come here. I've always wanted to attend here, and we're both very happy to finally be able to So uhh, thank you." I lamely finished speaking. Something about this guy made me a bit tongue tied. He looked so kind and elderly, but I could literally feel the power radiating off of him. Taylor face palmed herself.

Dumbledore chuckled to himself before answering. "You're very welcome my dear. Now, it has come to my attention you're both in need of sorting. We have a very simple way of doing that." Professor Dumbledore walked over to a shelf and reached out to grab an old beaten up hat. I raised an eyebrow but waited for him to continue.

"This is the Sorting Hat. I shall place it upon your head, and it will decide based upon your personality and talents what the best House would be for you. Now, I believe the eldest should be the first to do this, unless you prefer otherwise …?" It took me a second to realize he was talking to me.

"Oh, uhm, no, I can go first, it's fine really." Dumbledore nodded and then gestured to a chair that was conveniently sitting only a few feet away. Walking over, I sat down and waited for the hat to be put on my head.

As the hat settled on my head, I jumped as I heard a voice speaking to me.

"No need to be so skittish dear. I'm talking to you in your mind. Now let's see where you belong." I probably looked like a fish out of water as I sat here, gaping while this sarcastic hat was mentally talking to me.

"Yes, yes, I see. You're extremely intelligent, even if you hide it behind looking like a maniac. There's brilliance in your madness. But ah, you're a Black, even if you're only a half-blood. All of the Black family has gone to Slytherin, except for troublemaker, Sirius. Don't scowl now, it only makes you look ugly. I suppose I shan't put you there. You're extremely kind despite all the past fights you've gotten in, so I dare say that Hufflepuff would be ideal for you. And yet, I detect a fierce sense of loyalty. You'd die for your sister, take an unforgiveable curse if you were asked. And even if you try to convince yourself you're a coward, you're extremely courageous. It takes a great deal of will power to not only stand up to your enemies, but an even greater courage to stand up to your family. You don't back down from fights, but rather, finish them. Yes, I know exactly where to put you." I thought the hat wasn't going to go on, but sadly, I was mistaken.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat bellowed out, and I winced a bit at the volume.

Dazedly standing up, I took the hat up and passed it back to Dumbledore. He smiled and congratulated me, even McGonagall looked happy. Taylor lunged forward and wrapped her arms around me in a hug.

"Congratulations sister. I always knew you were like a lion. How fitting to be put in Gryffindor." I smiled and hugged her back in thanks. After I released her, I gently nudged her toward the chair.

As the hat was placed on her head, I smiled and waited. The hat didn't take nearly as much time as me, and only a few seconds later we heard the news.

"GRYFFINDOR!" I clapped as my sister stood up. She handed the hat back to Dumbledore and expressed her thanks. As she came towards me I put one arm around her back and the other under her legs and picked her up. Twirling around I smiled at her giggles.

"Good job sister. Always knew you were brave and a brainiac. Now you get to prove it to the rest of the school! Make me proud as you insult other's intelligence and show off!"

She laughed loudly and I spun around a few more times before I set her down.


Thanking Dumbledore, we were to be escorted back to the main hall where the feast was about to take place by a rather grumpy looking fellow, whom we were told was Professor Snape.

He looked agitated, like he sucked on a lemon.

I knew a rather good cleaning charm for his hair also.

Somehow though, I don't think he'd appreciate me casting any spells at him …

"Eat something sour?" His long strides faltered a bit as he glanced to the side at me. I smiled in return. Shaking himself a bit, he sped up and ignored me. I quickly picked up my pace to keep up with him.

"Stub your toe?" He glowered this time.

"No." He growled out, and continued to speed up, as if trying to get away from me. Poor Taylor was almost running to try and keep up with us.

"Hit your head on a low door frame? That always puts me in a foul mood, especially since I'm so short." I continued to ask him, not at all deterred by his growing annoyance.

Finally, he stopped and fully turned himself to look at me. He was rather tall, but I was only 5'1, so just about everyone is taller than me. All the same I grinned up to his frowning face.

"Is there a reason you're pestering me?" His teeth were clenched together so the question was rather forced.

"Oh, no reason. You simply had an annoyed look on your face. Thought maybe someone or something had put you in this foul mood. In my mind I said it looked like you sucked on a lemon, but not all people dislike lemons. I for one like them very much, my mother used to scold me when I was a little girl about eating them all the time. No matter, I-" My rambling was cut off by a hand being pressed over my mouth. Professor Snape's eye twitched a bit and I didn't think he could look any fiercer. I had a sudden urge to lick his hand and see what would happen, but something told me it wouldn't be pleasant.

"Cease your questions and ramblings girl. You sound like a blundering idiot. I am not in a foul mood, but you're extraordinarily close to making me angry." He shot me a look one last time before removing his hand and resumed his walking. I looked over to Taylor to find her gaping at me like I was an idiot. I grinned and shrugged and then ran to catch up with him.

"So that's you smiling? My mistake then, I'll make a mental note of it next time. When you're actually smiling does that mean you're in a horrible mood and that I should run?" I quipped as I caught back up to his side.

I heard him sigh and mutter something under his breath, but he didn't answer me.

Smiling I decided to stop annoying him. But I did have one last question.

"What is it you teach Professor Snape?" I asked sincerely this time. I really hoped he answered.

He gave me a glance as if looking to see if I was being serious this time around. He hmphed before answering.

"Potions." Was his very short reply.

"Brilliant!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands up in the air. I didn't particularly care for measuring and math, but making potions was fun. Especially ones that blow up. Or ones that change your skin color. Oh, or even ones that make your tongue swell up and turn blue!

He raised an eyebrow at me, but I could see a small smile tugging at the edges of his lips.


As we finally entered the Main Hall, Professor Snape pointed at the tables we would be sitting at. Swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat, I turned and gave my sister one last hug before we faced the rest of the school.

"Good luck. I love you." My sister whispered to me, and I hugged her tighter and smiled at her in return.

"You too. Knock em' dead sis." We held hands as we walked toward the Gryffindor table. My palms were suddenly sweaty and my knees shook a bit, but I took a deep breath and slowly walked over.

I quickly scanned the table and tried to look for Harry and his friends. Suddenly, a hand shot up in the air and waved frantically. It was Hermione, and she was beckoning us over. Grinning, I gripped Taylor's hand tighter as I walked confidently over and took the open seats next to her. Harry and Ron greeted us as we sat down, and I smiled and waved in response.

Despite my earlier bravado walking over here, I could feel myself getting nervous as the people around me stared. Some smiled politely and tipped their heads in acknowledgement, but others just openly stared like I was an alien or something'. Taylor smiled at me from the side, and gave my hand a small squeeze before letting go and turning her attention to the others. Sighing to myself, I tried to ignore them, and turned to Hermione.

"Glad to see you made it. It's wonderful to see that you both made it into Gryffindor." Hermione smiled as she congratulated us.

"Oh thank you! I was quite surprised myself, I was sure I'd get into Ravenclaw, but the hat told me I was as brave as my sister and so he went me here!" Taylor answered, extremely proud of herself. I gave her a side hug before I turned my attention back to Hermione.

Hermione looked like she was about to ask me another question, before Draco interrupted trying to get Harry's attention.

After Draco and his friend did their drama queen presentation of what happened on the train, Ron told him to shove off and forced Harry to turn back around to face us.

"Where did he learn that?" Harry asked in a low voice, clearly not amused.

Mentally cursing myself, I smiled sheepishly and reached up to rub the side of my nose, a nervous tick I'd picked up. "Hah, yeah, that would be me. My apologies, I should've realized when Draco asked me he was just going to be a git about. Don't worry, I'll punch him for you later." Taylor snickered as I finished my comment. I'm sure she's be more than willing to help me.

Harry blinked at me before laughing. "Ah, don't worry about. He's always like that. I think if you punched him every time he acted like a git, he'd never be able to leave the medical wing for the amount of damage you did to him."

I laughed along with him, but before we were able to say anything else Dumbledore called for attention and gave us his speech.


Despite the food appearing, I was still a bit gloomy. I wasn't terribly worried about all that was going on, but it's rather hard to ignore the fact that your cousin is a raving mad serial killer who seemed to be heading closer and closer to Hogwarts, if the dementors were anything to go by.

And that's another thing; Dementors. I really didn't like them. They looked like Death himself. A fitting way to look I guess, considering they could and would kill you.

Creepy buggers.

I tried to dispel all the worries from my mind, and just focused on eating and laughing with my new found friends. Hermione questioned me on all that I had learned at Beauxbatons.

I really liked Charms class the best. Being able to just magically clean and tidy up things was just so darn useful. I also preferred defensive spells to offensive ones, though I was able to do either. We traded opinions on different books we'd read, and made mental notes of which ones we needed to read.

Harry peppered me with questions about life in Germany, and I was all too happy to regale him with how lovely it was. I explained to him that I was half Irish (from my Mum) and half German (from my Dad).I told him about how pretty it was in the springtime, and how amazing the food was, and how kind the people were. I talked about how I had traveled to Austria and Sweden, and of course my time spent in France. I regaled them with tales of medieval festivals and being able to pet goats and ride ponies, and how I knew all the bakers and butchers and people at the marketplaces and that I got free pommes frites and pretzels everywhere I went.

I got to talk to Ron about my family and how my Mum was a scrapper, more so than my Da. We traded horror stories about the times our mothers had gotten angry. I told him our families needed to meet up some time. I was sure our mothers would get along famously, and that his Dad would be able to pester my Dad about muggle things.

Taylor was having a marvelous time chatting with a boy named Seamus Finnigan. She laughed as she made him say things and listened to him mix it up with his thick Scottish accent. Luckily, he laughed right along with her.

Suddenly, I felt movement behind me, and as I looked over I noticed two more redheads, twins by the looks of it, were standing behind me.

"Well hullo there." The one closest to me greeted.

"We saw you talking to our baby brother here, and decided we'd come over and introduce ourselves." The one farther away commented.

They both sounded so similar and wore identical Cheshire grins.

"I'm Fred." The one closest to me grabbed my right hand and placed a kiss on it. I felt my face heat up and I was mortified that I was blushing. Darn you pale complexion!

The other twin rolled his eyes, but grabbed Taylor's hand and did the same thing."I'm George." Taylor blushed but managed to let out a small giggle and she smiled and shook his hand in response.

"We're the Weasley twins!" They both exclaimed at the same time grinning at us.

"Hullo there. I'm Sonya Hildebrand and this is my younger sister Taylor. Just transferred here from Beauxbatons. Pleasure to make your acquaintances." I shook both of their hands and smiled.

"You hear that George? She's pleased!" Fred laughingly said.

"No no Fred, she's pleased to make MY acquaintance, I am, after all, the better looking one." George quipped to his brother.

"We both look the same you git!" Fred turned around to argue with his brother.

"You should be proud to be as good looking as me then!" George replied back.

Before they could get any further I started laughing so hard I pressed a hand over my mouth to keep myself from snorting, Taylor herself was letting out peals of giggles. The twins stopped talking and look at me, smiles on both of their faces.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help mahself, you were both so serious. If it makes ye feel any better, I reckon yer both handsome." Fred blushed and tried not to smile too widely while George just laughed along with me.

"Well thank you fair lady, if I dare say so, you're rather dashing yourself." Fred winked at me as he talked.

"Well thank ye kindly Fred. I always enjoy hearing that I'm dashing. You can always count on this dashing knight to come and save you from your evil brother if need be." George roared with laughter as he heard my comment.

"Ya hear that Fred? At least I'm the evil mastermind and you're just the blushing maiden!" George laughed out. Fred was laughing with him.

"I'll enjoy being saved by my dashing knight any day Georgie, after all, doesn't the knight always kill the evil wizard?" Fred asked back, still chuckling.

George laughed anyways and just nodded his head. "Well, she can take you then. I'll be content with having this other blushing maiden with me than you! She's much prettier!"

The twins turned around to go, but before they left both Fred and George grabbed our hands and made a show of doing a large and dramatic bow.

"I do believe this is the start of a beauuuuutiful friendship Sonya. We'll be seein' you around mate." Fred smiled and winked again before letting my hand go and walking off.

"Aye, joy to meet you Taylor. You can always count on the Weasley Twins if ever need be." George gave Taylor's hand a squeeze and he smiled before walking off towards his brother.


After the feast I made my way to the Gryffindor common room with everyone else. After bidding Harry and Ron goodnight, and hugging my sister, I made my way into the girl's dormitory with Hermione. I learned after stepping into the room that my bed was placed right next to Hermione's, and I was extremely glad for that. After changing into my PJs, Hermione and I sat on our beds and stayed up for a bit just talking.

After we exchanged goodnights, I nestled into the warm covers of my new bed, and smiled as I drifted off to sleep replaying the events of feast in my head.