~~Lizzy's PoV~~
Professor McGonagall showed me around the school for a little while before taking me to the lake near the train tracks where a giant man waited.
"Good evening, Hagrid," McGonagall greeted when we got close enough. "This is Elizabeth Evans, Severus's adoptive daughter."
"Good evenin', Professor, Miss. Evans," the giant man Hagrid smiled.
"Please, call me Lizzy," I told him. "So you're the 'Big Oaf' Father has told me about? I don't see why he calls you that. You don't seem like an oaf to me."
"Such a sweet girl, Severus has raised. Nothing like himself. I see you won't have a hard time making friends. Maybe I should introduce you to 'Arry; the two of you would get along."
"I'd love to meet someone before they find out who my father is. It'll be hard for me to make friends if they know I'm Snape's kid."
"Well, I'll leave you two alone. I have some work to do before the students arrive."
"All right, Professor. See you at the feast," Hagrid said, then we waited in silence for the train to arrive.
The Hogwarts express was magnificent. The scarlet and black color scheme was well thought out although, it would have been better served to be emerald and silver. As the students filed off the train, Hagrid began yelling, "Firs' years. Firs' years this way."
The first three students to reach us were a boy with shaggy black hair, and emerald green eyes, a lanky boy with flaming red hair, and a mid sized girl with curly brown hair. The black haired boy had a scar on his forehead that I recognized from the papers. That boy was Harry Potter.
"You're Harry Potter!?" I said incredulously.
"Um, yeah, so they say," Harry replied as if embarrassed. "Hagrid, I'd like you to meet Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Who's the girl?"
"I'm Elizabeth Evans," I replied for Hagrid. "You must be the Harry that Hagrid mentioned earlier."
"Well, the four of you can share a boat to get to know one another," Hagrid smiled, then said, "Firs' years, to the boats."
Hagrid led us to a group of boats, and the four of us chose one to sit in. We really didn't talk because the trio I had just met were too busy marveling at Hogwarts castle. Once we got off the boats, Hagrid led us to a room where McGonagall was waiting. She gave us this boring speech about houses and family and other such things. There was a point where a particularly round boy saw a toad at McGonagall's feet, but nothing else happened of note. At the end of her speech, she told us to wait for her, and left. As soon as she was gone, a blonde haired boy stalked over to the four of us.
"So it's true then, what they said on the train. The famous Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts. I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, and they're Crabb and Goyle," the blonde boy said smirking at Harry, then he turned to Ron as Ron giggled, "Think it's funny do you? No need to ask who you are, red hair, hand me down robes, you must be a Weasley. You'll find, Harry that some wizarding families are better than others. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
Malfoy held out his hand for Harry to shake, but instead, Harry said, "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks."
Malfoy retracted his hand, and stalked off as McGonagall returned to get us. She led us into a large room with five long tables; four of the tables ran side by side while the fifth was raised up on a dais so that the teachers could keep an eye on the students. Above me was a high vaulted ceiling that mimicked the night sky. I looked back to the teachers' table, and saw that there was a stool with a hat on it. McGonagall stepped up to the stool.
"When I call your name, step up here, I'll place the sorting hat upon your head," McGonagall said to us, and pulled out a scroll, and began to call off names. I zoned out till I heard, "Evans, Elizabeth."
I stepped foreword to the stool, looking over the table for my Father's face. I found him smiling at me just as I reached the stool and sat down.
The hat instantly started talking to me, "A brave young girl and very bright too, Gryffindor would serve you well."
"I'd rather be in Slytherin, where my Father was when he was a boy," I whispered back.
"Yes, I see that you've been with Mr. Snape for a time. Perhaps you're right," then the hat's voice grew in volume, "SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherin table began to applaude as most of the teachers collectively gasped. I didn't understand their confusion, but it also didn't matter. Father was my head of house. I patiently listened as Hermione, then Harry, then Ron were all sent to Gryffindor, and Malfoy was sent to Slytherin with me along with the goons, Crabbe and Goyle. Once everyone was sorted, the feast began.