Euphemia had spent the majority of her last month with the Dursleys finding out as much as possible about this new world she was a part of. Reading her books was slow and difficult but she managed to get through them. Her discovery of the Knight Bus had enabled her to travel to London on more than one occasion. She had gone to muggle London and spent a substantial amount of money buying herself an entire new wardrobe. She felt no guilt in doing this. All her clothes had been bought in charity shops and had been too big for her so they would last longer. She also bought some make-up. She enjoyed looking pretty and it had been an extra defence to cover up her scar. She had been helped by a kind and sympathetic saleswoman who had found some concealer which did an excellent job covering up her scar, and still left her looking very natural.

On her excursions to London she had also visited Diagon Alley. She wanted to find out information on her parents, but it was very difficult. She didn't know anyone who had known them, and her pride prevented her from attempting to find them. None of her parents friends had bothered trying to find her. They obviously didn't want anything to do with her, so she wasn't going to waste her time bothering them.

She had learned a lot about wizarding social etiquette and traditions. To her delight she had managed to find items that would help ease her dyslexia. She had bought a dicta-quill for writing, and special glasses the goblins had developed for reading English. Euphemia didn't know how, but she would be forever grateful as they forced the letters to stay still. They were truly incredible and Euphemia had become engrossed in her various books, striving to learn as much as she possibly could.

It was with a mixture of emotions that she departed No.4, Privet Drive. She hadn't exactly been happy, but this had been the place at which she had spent ten years of her life. She walked down the stairs in a nice pair of jeans and a t-shirt with her trunk in her pocket.

'Goodbye Aunt, Uncle, Dudley' she said curtly. 'Don't be too surprised if I don't come back next summer.' She turned and walked put the door, receiving barely a grunt in response.

She walked a good distance away from any houses before summoning the Knight Bus. She told the conductor she was a muggleborn and sat down. When she eventually arrived at Kings Cross she felt slightly ill, but exhilarated. She walked through Kings Cross Station and made her way through the barrier onto the platform. There was a large crowd of witches and wizards, all saying their goodbyes. Euphemia looked on sadly for a moment and then made her way onto the train. She quickly found an empty compartment, entered and sat down. She checked her reflection in the window of the compartment. Her scar was well concealed and covered by her fringe. Her long, wavy black hair fell to the middle of her back. She looked casual, yet nice. She sat down and began reading her book.

Five or ten minutes later the compartment door opened. Two girls that looked around her age came in. One had long, silky blonde hair, while the other had red hair in pigtails.

'Do you mind if we sit here?', the red haired girl asked politely.

'Of course not,' Euphemia replied.

The blonde one smiled. 'Great. I'm Hannah Abbott and this is Susan Bones. What's your name?'

Euphemia internally grimaced. She would've liked to have waited a while before revealing that.

'Euphemia Potter', she replied carefully, observing their reaction. 'It's nice to meet you.'

Hannah squeaked before attempting to mask her reaction. Susan was less obvious, although her eyes did flick towards her forehead.

'You too,' Susan replied. There was an awkward silence as each of them searched for something to say to break the ice. 'Er, do you like quidditch?'

When Euphemia replied with 'What's quidditch', Hannah gasped with shock, and set about explaining the greatest wizarding sport to Euphemia. By the time Euphemia acknowledged that, yes, it did sound pretty epic, and that she couldn't wait to try it , the fact that she was a celebrity had almost been forgotten.

They chatted for a while about the merits of the different Hogwarts houses. Susan's family usually went to Hufflepuff. Hannah's family was usually much more diverse. She had an older brother in Ravenclaw, but she was hoping to go into Hufflepuff with Susan. Euphemia didn't really know what house she wanted to end up in. She had learned from one of her history books that her parents had been Gryffindors, and that 'You know who', had been in Slytherin.

They had a few visitors over the course of their journey. A boy named Neville Longbottom who apparently knew Susan and Hannah quite well came in looking for his toad. Susan suggested asking a prefect for help. Euphemia resolved to get to know him. He seemed extremely genuine and nice, if painfully shy.

Not long afterwards more visitors entered their compartment. It was a pale blonde boy flanked by two others that could only be described as thugs. He came in and gazed around the compartment.

'Hannah, Susan,' he acknowledged. He then scrutinised Euphemia. 'And who might you be?'

Euphemia was tempted to lie, but knew it would only come back to haunt her. He was going to find out eventually, and there was no point attempting to build a friendship on a lie.

'Euphemia Potter,' she said confidently, watching his face for his reaction. 'And you are?'

Other than a quick flick of his eyes towards her clear forehead, he gave no visible reaction.

'Draco Malfoy', he said as he held out his hand. 'A pleasure.'

Euphemia guessed by his reaction, or lack of one, he was either incredibly naturally composed, or, more likely, had been told to seek her out and make a good impression. He had likely been checking each compartment for her.

'What house are you hoping to be sorted into?', he asked her. 'I'm going to be in Slytherin, all my family have been.

'I don't know', Euphemia replied. 'I like the sound of all the houses. They all have good points.'

The boy looked at her, as if considering what to say.

'Well, undoubtedly all the houses want you. I certainly think Slytherin is the best house. My family have been in it for generations. I know Susan would certainly disagree with me, however. Your family don't have a tradition of being in one particular house. Your parents and grandfather were Gryffindors, but I believe your grandmother was a Ravenclaw, and you have other family members scattered throughout the other houses. My grandfather was friends with your grandfather, I've been told.'

Euphemia nodded. Most of this she had found out herself over the summer, and there was certainly a possibility that her grandparents could've been acquainted with Draco's.

'I'll just have to wait and see where the hat puts me. I don't have any particular preference. You can still be friends with people regardless of their house.

For the first time in the conversation Malfoy looked uncomfortable. Recently it seems to have been Slytherin against the rest of the school. As soon as people are sorted there they are labelled as bad.

'Sure', he replied. 'Although it would be best if you were in Slytherin.'

Malfoy left the compartment and shortly afterwards the train stopped. The three girls hopped out onto the platform and were met by a giant man with bushy hair, who was shouting out 'Firs' years, follow me.' They stumbled along a narrow path and soon were rewarded with their first glimpse of Hogwarts. It truly looked spectacular. They then clambered into boats, where the three girls were joined by Neville.

They eventually reached the castle. Their teeth were chattering as Hagrid knocked on the door. It swung open at once. The woman who opened the door was tall with black hair in a tight bun and was wearing emerald green robes. Aside from the fact that she was obviously a witch, Euphemia could tell she was a typical strict teacher. She thanked Hagrid, and the new first years followed her into a small chamber.

She gave a long speech which Euphemia didn't really listen to. She had ADHD after all. She could tell it was some sort of formality. She twirled her hair around her finger, losing herself in her thoughts.

No one was talking much except for a girl with frizzy brown hair. Euphemia knew, that if tamed and treated properly, it would be beautiful. She was whispering about the spells she had learnt, and managed to make the others even more nervous.

Suddenly Euphemia heard several screams. Swivelling around she gasped. Around twenty ghosts had entered the room through the wall. Euphemia was awestruck. Yes she had known she would be learning magic, but this was the most magical thing she had seen so far. Ghosts were something she had not even considered being real.

The stern teacher soon re-entered and told the first years to form a line. Hannah and Susan were in front of her and Neville behind. Her hands were clammy, but she tried her best not to let anyone see her nervousness outside.

They reached the top of the hall where a dirty old hat was set on a stool. Suddenly it began to sing. She listened carefully to the song, still unsure as to where she wanted to be placed. She liked to think she had more than just the qualities of one house. She was certainly daring. It had taken courage for her as a child to stand up to her aunt and uncle. She knew she was sly, and was unashamed of this fact. She' d had to come up with clever plans in order to avoid trouble and be treated fairly. She was fairly smart, certainly not Einstein level, but she knew that people who did well in school got the best job opportunities. She had found reading difficult with her dyslexia, but when teachers explained things well she usually retained it. Her biggest problem was tests, and getting the information in her brain onto paper. It was difficult as it had taken her so long to read the question.

The only house Euphemia wasn't really sure about was Hufflepuff. She didn't really know if she was loyal. Really, she'd never had anyone to be loyal to. She certainly never had any loyalty to Vernon or Petunia. They were people she'd lived with who had barely treated her like a human being. She owed them nothing. She'd never really had any friends. She had worked hard in school, she supposed. And she did want everyone to be treated fairly. In all honesty she didn't know where she wanted to go.

The sorting hat finished its song and everyone burst into applause. The sorting began and Hannah was the first one called. She was soon sorted into Hufflepuff. Susan immediately followed her into the same house. Euphemia tried to watch and remember everyone. A few people stood out. A boy with sandy hair called Seamus Finnegan took almost a minute before he was put in Gryffindor. She felt very sorry for Neville when he tripped on his way to the stool. First impressions did last and Neville did not deserve to be embarrassed in front of everyone. Neville took the longest time of any student to be sorted before he was eventually sorted into Gryffindor.

Draco Malfoy was placed in Slytherin almost immediately. The number of students left was rapidly depleting. She watched with interest as a pair of identical twin girls were sorted into different houses.

Finally her name was called out.

'Potter, Euphemia.'

As Euphemia stepped forward the silent hall erupted into whispers.

That's the Euphemia Potter?'

'Where's the scar?'

Fighting the contrasting urges, one to smirk, and one to make herself as small as possible, Euphemia tried to compose herself. She walked forward with her head held high.

The hat was placed on her head.

A.N Review and tell me what house you think she's going to be sorted into. Hope you are all enjoying this.