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(A/N Please don't hate me!! But there was just so much debate on which house they should be placed in and people kept on telling me to make this story unique because other people have already done this plotline! So I took drastic actions…)

The door opened and before them stood a strict looking woman. Skye absently thought it would of have been funny to see Jason cross this woman.

"The firs' years Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid and the Professor nodded crisply at the half giant.

"Thank you Hagrid, I will take it from here."

Skye let her mind wander as they travelled through the large halls, glancing at the moving pictures. She even nodded at one of Nathaniel Dippet, which had another portrait hung in the library of the Potter Manor.

Professor McGonagall led them into a small room, where Harry could easily hear excited chatter from the other students. The Professor launched into a long and thoroughly boring speech, which Harry and Skye tuned out.

"…the Sorting ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting," finished the professor before leaving the chamber.

"That was dull," said Blaise lazily. Thalia snorted.

"Understatement of the year," Thalia said. But they were interrupted as about twenty ghosts appeared through the wall. The four paid them no mind, but the other students nearly fainted.

Skye saw with satisfaction Jason utter a very high pitched squeak, though she later frowned when he immediately told people who had heard him that the poor boy next to him had emitted the squeak.

"Move along," said a sharp voice and the students breathed in relief. The sorting would begin.

"Form a line and follow me."

Skye quickly found herself squished between Thalia and Harry, and she could just see Blaise's curly brown hair in front of Harry. They strode into the hall and Skye felt as if she were dying a thousand cruel and unusual deaths as the older students turned their eyes to the first years. A girl with dirty blond pigtails behind Thalia looked ready to faint.

On a raised dais, was a stool and on top of said stool was a ratty hat. It didn't look like anything special but Skye guessed it was if it was on the stool. Then, the hat started to sing.

I might not look to special,

But clearly you can see

Appearances can deceive

And not always be truthful

But as you gather here

You will try me on

I see all that is inside your head

So that I can sort you in the right House

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learnin
g,
Will always find there kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.

But the time has come to reveal

The fifth of four

Where the elements

Will find their true home

(A/N Yes I know, crappy song but please bear with me!)

The students applauded, but it was lukewarm. They all had confused looks on their faces and when Skye looked up at the professors table she could see the shocked look on Professor Dumbledore.

Then Professor McGonagall took a long roll of parchment and began to read off names.

"Abbott, Hannah!"

And so the Sorting Ceremony began. But things went downhill when Thalia's name was called.

"Black, Thalia!"

Thalia strode confidently towards the stool, where she plopped down. Then Professor McGonagall placed the hat on her head, which slipped over Thalia's brown eyes. The Sorting hat took a very long time, but when it did, nobody expected what the hat said.

"NYRRANDES!"

Shocked silence reigned in the hall as everyone looked at the hat or at Thalia in disbelief. It seemed as if all of the blood had drained from Professor Dumbledore's face.

"Miss Black," Professor Dumbledore said shakily. "Please proceed through that door." Thalia frowned as she took off the hat and disappeared behind a door near the teachers table. Someone nervously coughed.

"Bones, Susan!"

Now that Thalia was gone, Skye moved up to be between Blaise and Harry, sharing a worried look with them. What had become of Thalia, they couldn't even guess.

But Skye was jolted from her thoughts as Professor McGonagall called out, "Potter, Harry!" Harry went up to the stool, nobody except Blaise and Skye able to see his wobbly legs. Harry sat there a long time, even longer than Thalia. The whole hall seemed to be holding their breath.

Skye and Blaise also noticed how Harry seemed to be having a fierce battle with the hat, his brow furrowed. But then finally the hat yelled,

"NYRRANDES!"

There was no applause. Professor Dumbledore motioned to the door that Thalia had disappeared through and Harry nodded to him before going through the door. Skye had a sudden terrifying thought. What if Harry and Thalia were being expelled? She clutched Blaise's arm and he seemed to understand what she was thinking.

"Don't worry," he whispered. "I'm sure they're fine and it's all just a misunderstanding." Skye nodded weakly.

"Potter, Jason!"

Whispers broke out as Jason went up to the stool, passing Skye on his way and inconspicuously pushing her. Skye stumbled but was steadied by Blaise. Skye wondered how her brother could of have done that without nobody in the hall noticing.

Well, almost nobody she corrected as she saw Fred and George shooting glares at Jason.

Then he hat's brim opened as it shouted,

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Everybody, of course, was expecting it and so the Great Hall burst into applause. Jason seated himself next to a boy Skye was pretty positive was named Dean Thomas.

"Potter, Skye!"

Blaise squeezed her hand tightly before she went up to the stool. Professor McGonagall placed the hat on her head and it slipped past her electric blue eyes. The last thing she saw was a cute Hufflepuff boy, maybe three years older than her, with brown hair looking up at her intensely (she would later find out that his name is Cedric Diggory).

If I get another Potter tonight I will find myself forced to make a rebellion said a voice inside Skye's head and she almost yelped.

But now let's see what we have here… you as courageous as Godric Gryffindor himself but there is also brains, which would place you in Ravenclaw. Hmm you are hard working and loyal, like Hufflepuffs but you are also more cunning and sly than most Slytherins

Skye stayed quiet, wanting it out of her head. There were corners of her mind that should not be seen by anybody or anything.

Hmm yes, you will find yourself at home in…

"NYRRANDES!"

Skye felt the hat being taken off her head dazedly. She saw the Hufflepuff looking at her again but she slid her eyes to Dumbledore. He signalled to the door with what was still a shocked face bit he was getting hold of his emotions. Skye made eye contact with Blaise before she too opened the door and slipped through it.

She was in a small room that held nothing more than a few bookcases and a trophy case. A winding staircase led upwards. She had only registered this when she suddenly felt herself tackled by two people. It was Harry and Thalia.

"Oh my gosh, you too?" whispered yelled Thalia.

"What exactly is Nyrrandes?" asked Skye shakily.

"I don't know," Harry said and Thalia also shook her head.

Several minutes passed when the door was opened. They all looked up, hoping it was Blaise, but it wasn't. It was a girl. She had long brown hair that hung in ringlets down to her elbows and violet eyes looked uncertainly around the room. She caught side of them and walked towards them.

"Hi," she said hesitantly. Skye took a quick look at Harry and Thalia. Thalia was smiling a kind and gentle smile meanwhile Harry looked a bit gobsmacked. He was openly staring at the girl and she was beginning to squirm underneath his gaze.

"Shut your mouth Harry," Skye said playfully. "Flies are going to fly in." Harry snapped his mouth shut immediately.

"Hi," Skye said. "I'm Skye Potter and this is my brother Harry and my friend Thalia Black." The girl smiled.

"I'm Gemma Riddle," Gemma said.

But before they could speak the door was once again opened once again. It revealed a boy remarkably like Gemma, with the same pale face and brown hair. Though his eyes weren't violet, instead a deep mystifying brown, which were very different from Thalia's warm honey brown eyes.

"Jude," Gemma said with relief. Then she said towards the others, "This is my brother, Jude." He nods at them while Gemma introduces them all. After a few minutes the door is opened once again. But this time its Blaise standing there.

"Blaise!" cry Thalia and Skye joyfully. Harry and Blaise slap high fives. But the victory of being in the same house is short lived.

The door slams open and Professor Dumbledore strides in, followed by Professor McGonagall, a man with greasy black hair, another man with a turban on his head and finally a old little man who couldn't of have been taller than three feet.

"Professor Snape," said Jude immediately. "What is Nyrrandes?"

"I'm sure the Headmaster can provide an answer," said the man with greasy hair, who Skye guessed to be Professor Snape. She idly wondered what he taught.

"But this has never happened," spluttered the three feet tall man.

"I assure Professor Flitwick that this must have some explanation," said Professor McGonagall exasperatedly. "Is there Albus?" Professor Dumbledore was looking at them all oddly.

"When Hogwarts was founded," Professor Dumbledore began softly, and everybody gave him their full attention. "It was founded by five, not four individuals. The fifth was Nathaniel Nyrrandes. He died shortly after the foundation of Hogwarts, because of a terrible creature that had been residing in the Forbidden Forest, and which even now still resides there."

All of the teachers and students in the room had wide eyes and their mouth slightly open. Well, Professor Snape didn't (can you imagine that?) but he was shocked nonetheless.

"The founders decided to not have a House named after Nathaniel out of respect. The Nyrrandes house was for those that exceptionally possessed bravery, cunning, wits and loyalty in equal measures."

For a brief moment, the six students had a fleeting memory of how the Sorting hat had told them each how they would do very well in any of the Houses.

"But it seems that the Nyrrande house has been opened once again."

Don't hate me please!! I invented a new house because if I had done Gryffindor, the people who had wanted Slytherin would be disappointed and if I had done Slytherin the people who had wanted Gryffindor would be disappointed.

I also wanted to make it clear that I was trying to write it differently, because this plot line has been used before.

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