Chapter 4: Hogwarts School for Wizardry and Witchcraft
24 July 1991
Palpatine Maison, Oxford, Great-Brittain, Earth
The Palpatine family had a maison on Earth, only used in June and July as a vacation location while Luke's brother took care of their House at Coruscant. The maison was used as well to welcome the children of fellow Jedi who were witches and wizards as well on the early morning of 1 September. And they always used the floo…
Hope was reading a book in silence, sitting in the empty living room. She had grown up to a graceful young lady with a pretty face, long white blonde hair and bright shining green eyes. Hope had no more problems with dresses and hairstyles, she could do it on her own now after many years of practise.
The current dress she wore was one of her adoptive mom's old dresses, a dress that was purely Alderanian white, a dress with a looser corset and a flowy skirt. It had barely any decoration, but still screamed 'ROYALTY'. Her arms were covered with long gloves that reached over her elbows and her hair was braided down her back.
Hope was reading in silence as something ticked on the nearest window. She looked up, seeing it was one of Hogwarts' post owls. Hope smiled as she walked to the window and took the letter.
The owl kept sitting there.
"I'll read it first, then I'll write my reply and you can take it." Hope said and read the address first, written in green ink.
Ms. H. Potter-Palpatine
Smallest bedroom
#250 Abingdon Road
Oxford
"Mom!" Hope called.
Mary came down the stairs of the maison. "What is it sweetie?" she asked.
"My Hogwarts letter arrived!" Hope said with excitement.
Mary smiled. "Good! Now we can go shopping. Politely write the Deputy Head that you accept your letter." she said.
"I'll do." Hope said as she opened the letter, taking out the train cart and the letter.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WIZARDY and WITCHCRAFT
Uniform
First year students will require:
1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)
2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or something similar)
4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
Course Books:
All students should have a copy of each of the following:
The Standard Book of Spells Grade 1 by Miranda Goshawk
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phylida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
Other Equipment:
1 wand
1 caldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set of glass or crystal vails
1 telescope set
1 brass scales
Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
Parents are reminded that first years are not allowed to own broomsticks.
"Prepare yourself for the trip, I'm going to collect your father and your siblings. I'll be back soon." Mary said and walked back upstairs, shouting the rest of the family together.
Hope waited at the fire place for her family.
The rest came down.
"You know what to do." Mary said and smiled.
Hope nodded and grabbed a handful of floo-powder, stepped into the fire place and called out loud: "Leaky Cauldron!"
Once the whole family was complete in the Leaky Cauldron, they went to the back and Luke cleared the way to Diagon Alley.
"Welcome to Diagon Alley!" Luke said.
"You children go to Madame Mallekin, Luke will buy your books while I buy the rest of your equipment. We'll meet at Olivander's." Mary said and they split up.
"Yes mom!" they said in union and went down the alley, entering Madame Mallekin's shop.
"Hello, first years?" the lady asked.
"My siblings here are." Aragon said. "And since I've grown last year, I need some new robes as well."
"Very well, take place please." Madame Mallekin said and gestured to a couple of round mounds.
Hope and Isabella went first, Ben and Aragon would go after them.
Taking the sizes didn't take long, so the children went on to the wand shop.
Their father was already there, with 4 trunks.
The children recognized Aragon's, and thought the other 3 would be for Ben, Isabella and Hope.
"Kids, I got your trunks. Five compartments each, catalogues system and an automatic shrinking charm." Luke told.
"Thanks dad!" Ben, Isabelle and Hope exclaimed and looked at the trunks, which were already labelled with their names (Hope's was labelled with Annabella).
Mary came as well and put the other equipment, put them in the trunks and the group went inside Ollivander's.
A bell ringed.
An old man appeared from the back. "Ah! The Palpatine family, I've been waiting for this moment." Ollivander said. "Mr. Palpatine! How has your wand be functioning? Twelve inches ebony wood with phoenix feather if I'm not mistaken."
"You're certainly on the good path." Luke said.
"And Mrs. Palpatine, 9 and ½ inches of oak with the feather of a Sea Eagle, unusual… but a great wand." Ollivander said.
"It's a fine wand." Mary said. "But shouldn't you move on to our children?"
"Of course, 3 new costumers I see. Who'd like to go first?"
"I'll go." Ben said.
"The youngest Mr. Palpatine, what's your wand hand?" Ollivander asked.
"Left." Ben replied.
Ollivander took a few sizes, went back to the storage he came from and came back with a pile of boxes. "One of those should fit you. Try this one: 10 inches hawthorn with a unicorn tail hair, a good wand for the Grey Magic a Palpatine is so natural with." he said, giving the wand to Ben.
Once Ben took the wand, golden sparks left the tip.
"Ah! It seems that the wand already claimed you. On to your siblings, the oldest Palpatine girl perhaps?" Ollivander asked.
"That's alright, by the way, I'm right handed." Isabella replied.
Ollivander took her sizes and grabbed a few wands. "Eleven inches oak with a phoenix feather, to cast strong curses." he said.
Isabella held it for a moment, but Ollivander took it back. "That's not the wand for you. Hmm… maybe this one, 11 and ¾ inches vine wood with a dragon heartstring, a perfect wand for Charms." he said.
When Isabella held the wand, coloured sparks left the tip.
"Perfect!" Ollivander said, clapping in his hands. "Now… the younger Palpatine daughter. I'm curious to which wand will choose her."
Hope went forward. "I'm right handed as well." she said.
The process of taking sizes and Ollivander grabbing boxes with wands repeated.
Hope tried a lot of wands, but they didn't suit her.
"Nine inches vine wood with a unicorn tail hair…" *no sparks* "Not the wand…"
"Eleven inches birch wood with a phoenix feather…" *nothing* "Not that one…"
"Thirteen inches blackthorn wood with a unicorn tail hair…" *nothing* "No, no, no…"
A lot of wands went through her hands, but nothing had the right feeling.
"Hmm, a tricky costumer…" Ollivander mumbled and went to the front, retrieving a wand from that closet. "Maybe this one will work. Eleven inches holly wood with a phoenix feather."
Hope picked it up, but nothing happened.
"Hmmm… this is even stranger than I thought it'd be." Ollivander said and walked back to the front, taking 2 wands from that same closet as earlier.
"One of these two will have to match you, otherwise I'll have to customise your wand." Ollivander said, giving him the lightest wand first. "Sixteen inches of eucalyptus wood with a Thestral hair and a unicorn hair."
Hope touched it, a few sparks left the tip, but it wasn't the right wand yet.
"Now this one." Ollivander said, taking the other back. "Twelve inches willow-wood with a Thestral hair and venom of an Australian Death Adder."
Hope thought this wouldn't be the wand either, but when she was holding it, a large fountain of golden sparks rained down and her arm felt very warm.
"Bravo! Bravo… this wand will certainly lead you to absolute greatness. The Wizarding World can expect a great witch… just like all the other Palpatines my family gave their wands." Ollivander said and smiled. "Each Palpatine had a strong wand… but yours is absolutely stronger than all those others. I can expect that you'll be a great duellist one day, your enemies fearing you to death…"
"Uhm… excuse me Mr. Ollivander," Mary interrupted, not liking where this story was heading to. "I'd like to pay the bill."
"Of course. In total it'll be 41 Galleons." Ollivander said.
Mary put the golden coins in a small bag and gave it to Ollivander.
"May the world expect great things from you!" Ollivander said before the family left the shop.
"That guy was weird…" Ben said.
"He has always been this way, don't pay attention to it." Luke said.
"If you say so dad." Isabella said.
Hope on the contrast was thinking about everything Ollivander said to her about her wand. About… how strong it was… She could only hope it was a good sign.
2 days later in Diagon Alley:
An 11-year-old chubby boy with flat blonde hair and greenish blue eyes that clearly lacked confidence walked around in Diagon Alley, clenching to the hand of an older witch with a manure on her hat and loads of fur on her shoulders.
"Grandma… where are we going?" the boy asked.
The boy's grandmother pointed at the wand shop. "To Ollivander's Neville, for your wand." she replied and gently pushed the boy, Neville, inside.
Ollivander came back from the storage after hearing the bell. "Ah! Young Mr. Longbottom… I've been waiting to see you. I'm very sorry about your parents, they were powerful people." he said.
"Thank you Mr. Ollivander." Neville said.
"What is your wand hand?" Ollivander asked.
Neville gave the man his left hand.
"Hmm… I think I know which wand suits you." Ollivander said and went to the closet in the front, taking out a light wand. "Eleven inches of holly wood with a phoenix feather."
Neville shyly took it, sparks leaving the tip when he held it.
"Bravo! Bravo… curious, how curious…" Ollivander said. He was happily clapping first, but it faded when he said the 2nd 'bravo', turning into a thinking face.
"I'm sorry, what is so curious?" the grandmother asked.
Ollivander sighed. "I expected the Girl-Who-Lived to have this powerful wand, but she never came. This wand is the twin of the Dark Lord's wand. He did terrible things… very terrible… but they were still great." he replied.
Neville went pale.
"It's nothing to worry about." his grandmother said. "How much?"
"Nine Galleons please." Ollivander said.
The grandmother gave the wand crafter a pile of golden coins before leaving the shop with her grandson.
Ollivander started writing a letter to Dumbledore, how the wand had chosen the other child from the Prophecy.
Platform 9 ¾ , 1 September 1991:
"And remember children, don't forget to owl us when you're having troubles." Mary said to her 4 children.
"Yes mom!" they all 4 said in union, bitterly annoyed by their mother fuzzing over them in front of the school mates.
"We don't care about which House you're put in, so don't worry about it." Luke told.
"Even Gryffindor?" Ben asked.
"Even Gryffindor." Luke replied.
"Now go, the train is about to leave!" Mary said. "But watch out for the youngest Weasley brother and his little sister! Don't let them influence you!"
"We'll remember that!" Hope called as she stepped on the train.
Just 30 seconds later, the train pulled off.
Parents waved their children goodbye as the train left the station.
Hope was sharing her compartment with Isabella and Ben while Aragon was on his way to the Slytherin compartment at the end of the train.
With Aragon:
Aragon was on his way to the Slytherin compartment, already wearing his school robes. He had nearly reached the door of the compartment when a girl bumped into his chest, dropping her books on the floor between them. "I'm sorry." Aragon apologized as he bend down, grabbing the books. "I wasn't really watching out."
Once he stood straight again, he saw the girl.
The girl had light brown hair and dark brown eyes, she was quite pretty. Her eyes wided when she saw his tie. "Y-y-you-you're a-a Slytherin!" she stuttered.
Aragon scanned the girl. "Anything wrong?" he politely asked, handing her the books.
"I was told Slytherin's never apologized." the girl replied, scratching her arm.
Aragon smiled, now he was certain she was a Gryffindor. "Not all Slytherin's are like that. I know people see us as Pureblood bigots, but we aren't all like that." he said as smooth and polite as he could.
The girl took her books back, briefly touching his hands. "Thank you… for picking up my books for me." she said.
"No problem." Aragon said. "If you have any troubles with a Slytherin, tell them you're a friend of Aragon Palpatine and they'll leave you and your friends alone for the rest of your school career."
"Is he that feared?" the girl asked.
Aragon smirked. "I can know, I'm him." he replied.
The girl frowned. "You're Aragon Palpatine? And what makes you so feared among the Slytherins?" she asked.
"All I can say is that they don't want my father's wraith on them… or my mother's." Aragon replied. "And what is your name?"
"Katie, Katie Bell." the girl replied.
"Well Katie, do you want to meet some no-bigot Slytherins?" Aragon asked politely.
Katie thought for a second, then nodded.
Back with Hope:
Hope was reading through the book 'Magical Drafts and Potions' while her sister had gone off with a pair of girls and her brother had gone with Regulus Snape and co.
The door was shoved open.
Hope looked up from her book, seeing a red haired kid her age in hand-me-downs.
"Have you seen one Hope Potter?" he asked.
Hope got suspicious. "No, why?" she asked.
"Just because I want to see her." the boy replied.
"Give me your name, and when I see her, I'll tell her you were looking for her." Hope said, not revealing her identity yet. She planned doing that during the Sorting Ceremony at Hogwarts.
"I'm Ronald Weasley, just call me Ron." the boy replied. "How about your name?"
A bell ringed in Hope's conscious mind, knowing this boy might be the one her mother warned her for. "I'm Annabella." she replied.
"Well, it was nice meeting you. I hope to see you in Gryffindor!" the boy, Ron, said and walked away after closing the door.
Hope went back to her book with a sigh.
Hope stepped out of the train.
"Firs' years! Firs' years!" a large man yelled, waving with his arms holding a lantern in his right. "Mind yer steps! Firs' years follow me!"
Children of Hope's age followed the man over a path.
Ben came to her side. "Hey, I want to introduce you to Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle." he said, pointing at the two dull looking boys behind him. "Guys, meet my youngest sister."
"Miss Palpatine." both gently saluted.
"No need to salute, and call me Anna." Hope said, not letting her identity slip.
Then Isabella came to their side. "Hey guys!" she said.
"Hey Isa." Hope said.
"And meet my other sister." Ben told Crabbe and Goyle.
Both politely nodded.
"Call me Isa." Isabella said, smiling at the boys.
"Hopes on Houses?" Hope asked.
"Ravenclaw or Slytherin." Crabbe and Goyle replied.
"Good." Ben said.
"I wouldn't mind if you became a Hufflepuff." Hope said.
"Dad wouldn't be pleased." Crabbe said.
Goyle agreed on that.
The path lead to a lake, and on the other side of the lake stood Hogwarts, shining in all its magnificent glory.
There were lots of 'oooh's and 'aaah's among them.
"It's even better than dad described!" Ben said cheerfully.
"No more than four a boat!" the big man called as they arrived at the boats.
Hope found herself in a boat with both her siblings and Crabbe and Goyle in another with 2 other boys.
"Everyone choose a boat? FORWARD!" the big man called.
When he called the last word, the boats left the shore.
The boats didn't go very fast, but fast enough to reach the other side in less than 7 minutes.
Once they reached that side, the big man lead them up to the castle's doors, where the big man knocked on the door.
A strict looking witch in black robes with a pair of round glasses opened up.
"The firs' years Professor." the big man said.
"Thank you Hagrid." the strict witch said and looked at the first years. "Follow me please."
Hope stepped into Hogwarts, seeing enormous crème white hallways. "It's certainly beautiful here…" she whispered.
"Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates, but before you take your seats, you must be sorted into your Houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Now while you're here, your House will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the House with the most points is awarded the House Cup." the Professor said before they started walking through the hallway.
"Sounds simple…" Ben said.
"As long as you keep yourself to the rules…" Hope said.
They faced a wooden door and the teacher turned around.
"Wait here, I'll come and get you when we're ready." she said and disappeared into the room behind the doors.
"How do you think we'll be sorted?" someone asked.
"It's tradition not to tell." another said.
"Maybe they cast a spell…" someone suggested.
"Or maybe we have to hold some artefact…" another suggested.
"My brothers said we had to wrestle a troll!" that came from the redhead Weasley kid Hope had met on the train.
"You believe them!?" a girl called.
Hope rolled her eyes, she knew the Professors wouldn't want to hurt them, so no troll and no spell. Who knows what can go wrong with a spell!
"Uh… has anyone seen Hope Potter?" the Weasley kid said.
Suddenly, everyone started talking and calling things until the strict witch came back.
"Calm it down. Now, form a line and come in!" she said, opening the doors widely.
Hope looked into the room… no, it was a hall.
An enormous hall. Candles were hovering above the tables and the roof looked like the night sky.
Hope knew that already, the Great Hall was enchanted by several charms so its appearance would never bore you. She walked next to her sister into the hall, her brother in front of her beside a black boy and Crabbe & Goyle behind her.
In the front, they saw a hat. A plain black hat, on a stool.
"That's it? A hat?" the Weasley boy said.
Suddenly, the hat came to life, starting to sing a song that explained the traits of every House.
The strict witch coughed and rolled out a long piece of parchment. "If I call out your name, you'll come forward to be sorted." she said and looked at the parchment for the first name. "Abbott, Hannah."
The girl came forward, sitting down on the stool.
"HUFFLEPUFF" the hat shouted when it was put on Hannah's head.
The people already sorted clapped.
"Black, Narcissa." "RAVENCLAW!"
"Bones, Susan." "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Boot, Terry." "RAVENCLAW!"
"Brocklehurst, Mandy." "RAVENCLAW!"
"Brown, Lavender." "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Bullstrode, Millicent." "SLYTHERIN!"
"Corner, Michael." "RAVENCLAW!"
"Cornfoot, Stephen." "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Crabbe, Vincent." "SLYTHERIN!"
"Davis, Tracey." "SLYTEHRIN!"
"Dunbar, Fay." "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Entwhistle, Kevin." "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Finch-Flenchy, Justin." "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Finnigan, Seamus." "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Goldstein, Anthony." "RAVENCLAW!"
"Goyle, Gregory." "RAVENCLAW!"
"Greengrass, Daphne." "SLYTHERIN!"
"Hopkins, Wayne." "RAVENCLAW!"
"Jones, Megan." "RAVENCLAW!"
"Li, Sue." "RAVENCLAW!"
"Longbottom, Neville." "GRYFFINDOR!"
"MacDougall, Morag." "RAVENCLAW!"
"MacMillan, Ernest. "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Malfoy, Aquila." "SLYTEHRIN!"
"Malone, Roger." "HUFFLLEPUFF!"
"Moon, Lily." "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Nott, Theodore." "SLYTHERIN!"
"Palpatine, Ben." "SLYTHERIN!"
"Palpatine, Isabella." "SLYTHERIN!"
"Parkinson, Pansy." "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Patil, Padma." "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Patil, Paravati." "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Perks, Sally-Anne." "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Potter, Hope."
Everyone started to whisper.
"Potter!?" someone shouted.
"The Hope Potter!?" another shouted.
The Weasley boy turned very pale and nearly fainted.
Hope rolled her eyes at the comments and walked forward, ignoring the annoying and hopeful stares coming from the teacher table and from the House tables except Slytherin. She sat down on the stool and the hat was placed on her head.
"Ah! I've been waiting for you, Ms. Potter." the hat said.
'Potter's not the name, I'm a Palpatine.' Hope disagreed.
"Of course. Now, let's see where you fit. Hmmm… a good amount of knowledge you've there in those brains, but Ravenclaw wouldn't fit you. You hold great loyalty to your adoptive family and the Jedi Order, but it's not the kind of loyalty Hufflepuff seeks. Gryffindor, like your birth parents, or Slytherin, like your adoptive family? Where will I place you?" the hat asked himself.
'Well, you tell me where I'd fit the best.' Hope replied.
"True, but you're very hard to sort. You're brave like a Gryffindor, but you think of a plan before acting like Slytherins do. You're not reckless." the hat told.
'Than I think to know where I belong.' Hope said, smiling.
"As do I…" the hat said. "SLYTHERIN!"
Hope walked to the Slytherin table, who all cheered while the other tables, including the teacher's table, stared at her, but two professors did clap. She sat down next to her sister and met her year mates, who greeted her like they welcomed every new Slytherin.
There were a few people clapping on the other tables, like Arcturus and Narcissa,
"Rivers, Oliver." "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Smith, Sally." "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Smith, Zacharias." "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Thomas, Dean." GRYFFINDOR!"
"Turpin, Lisa." "RAVENCLAW!"
"Weasley, Ronald." "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Zabini, Blaise." "SLYTHERIN!"
Now everyone was sorted, the Headmaster, a wizard in light blue robes with silver sickle moons on it, stood up. "Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!" he said and clapped in his hands.
Food appeared on the tables, and a lot of that.
Hope was one of the first to take something, she choose for a small piece of chicken to start with.
The food was very good, and while eating, Hope looked at the teachers on the teacher's table.
Aragon had already told them which teacher teached what, so Hope knew which teacher had clapped for her joining Slytherin, which were Professor Flitchwick and Professor Slughorn.
When the desserts finally disappeared, Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and waited for the conversations to stop. "Ahem – just a few more words now that we're all fed and watered." he said. "I have a few start-of-term notes to give you. The Forbidden Forest on the grounds is forbidden for all pupils." Dumbledore's gaze rested on a pair of 3rd years in Gryffindor. "I have also been asked by our castle's caretaker Mr. Filch to remind you all that no magic should be used in the corridors between classes. Quidditch trails will be held in the second week of term. Anyone interested, contact Madam Hooch. And finally, this year, the third-floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds for everyone who doesn't want to die a painful death."
Hope shuddered at that. 'Probably cursed or something…' she thought.
"And now," Dumbledore continued, "bedtime! Off you trot!"
The 5th year Slytherin Prefects, Olivier Triggers and Inge Bullstrode, gathered the 1st years, leading them down to the dungeons.
They stopped by a wall where a silver snake was painted.
"Here is the entrance of our common room. Don't ever reveal where it is or what the password is, there are particular punishments for these traitors." Oliver said. "The password for now is 'Potions'."
The wall disappeared in dust.
'An illusion…' Hope thought. 'Slytherin was very clever.'
"Boys dormitories to the right, girls dormitories to the left." Inge said. "But before we go to sleep, there are some more rules you should know."
"Rule #1: Never disrespect a Palpatine." Oliver told. "They're the only left true descendants of Salazar Slytherin and should be respected the way they deserve."
"Rule #2: Slytherins stick together." Inge told. "Never leave your squad, or you'll be an easy prey for Gryffindor's insults."
"Rule #3: Respect each other's blood status, if now Muggleborn, Halfblood or Pureblood, a Slytherin is a Slytherin and belongs to this House." Oliver said.
"Rule #4: Stand up for each other and be brave, just never act without a plan A and a plan B." Inge told.
"Rule #5: If you suspect someone from being a traitor, tell our Head of House Professor Slughorn or one of the 6 Prefects." Oliver said.
"This were the House rules, Hogwarts's rules count as well in this House." Inge told.
"Now, go to bed and rest for the rest of the night." Oliver said, dismissing them.
Hope went with her girl year mates in the left door.
There was a door in that hallway that said 'first years'.
Isabella opened the door, entering a green room with 6 beds, trunks in the middle.
Hope grabbed her trunk and rolled it to the bed that was the closest to the door.
Isabella claimed the only bed next to her.
The other 4 beds were for Aquila, Daphne, Tracey and Millicent.
They hadn't talked yet, but it would come somewhere tomorrow as Hope predicted.
Hope fell asleep easily, having a weird kind of dream…
"Lily! Take Hope and run! I'll hold him off." a male voice yelled.
Hope couldn't see the man, it was to blurry.
"You can't hide the girl from me James." a male voice, a more evil one at that, said.
"You'll never get my daughter you traitor!" the first male, James, yelled. "Reducto!"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" the traitor called after blocking the reducto spell.
James fell to the ground.
"I'm sorry it has to end this way, but I'll have to do it." the traitor said, strolling up the stairs, blasting the door open.
The door fell, revealing the figure of a woman with red hair with a baby behind her.
"Give Hope to me Lily, and you'll be spared."
"Why are you doing this? We never did anything wrong to you!" the woman, Lily, sobbed.
"The Jedi Order has to fall, you know this." the traitor said. "And I'm only able to do that with one that's actually one of their own."
"Please, not my daughter. There are so many others, why Hope?" Lily asked, still in tears.
"I have no time to explain, give Hope to me or die." the traitor said, raising the wand he was holding.
Hope recognized it was the Elder wand, the victorious wand.
"I rather die!" the woman yelled, raising her own wand, prepared to fight.
"Then I'm sorry to end your life…" the traitor said.
"SECTUMSEMPRA!" Lily yelled.
A cutting curse it the traitor's left arm, his non-wand arm.
"Such pity." the traitor said, raising the Elder wand again. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
Lily fell dead on the ground, her eyes wide open.
The traitor, dressed in red wizarding robes, took a crying Hope from the crib. "You'll be a great weapon one day, I'll just have to shape you the right way." he said. "But how do I do that?"
Sorting Ceremony, P-section:
Albus Dumbledore point of view
Hope Potter's name was still on it, Dumbledore had been sure of that a few hours ago, just before the Hogwarts express left Platform 9 ¾ at King's Cross.
McGonagall finally reached the 'P' section of the sorting list.
"Palpatine, Ben." "SLYTHERIN!"
This was not very unexpected, the boy was a descendant of Slytherin himself, and thus a bloody snake.
"Palpatine, Isabella." "SLYTHERIN!"
'Great, now those children are all in Slytherin, I'll just have to get the Order of the Phoenix in place and get all the Slytherins killed.'
"Parkinson, Pansy." "GRYFFINDOR!"
'Sorting mistake? How could the hat do that! They had agreed to put her in Slytherin!'
"Patil, Padma." "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Patil, Paravati." "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Perks, Sally-Anne." "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Potter, Hope."
'Ah, finally. Now, just wait for the hat to call Gryffindor and the plan is going great.'
The girl walked forward, but she wasn't what he expected to be. Instead of unruly midnight black hair, being underfed, small, abused and shy, Hope had light blonde hair, looked well-fed, had a good height and walked with grace and confidence to the stool and the hat.
'Well, she can still be placed in Gryffindor.' Dumbledore thought.
But instead of the expected Gryffindor, the hat shouted "SLYTHERIN!".
Dumbledore got angry on the inside, glaring at Horace Slughorn and Filius Flitchwick, who were the only teachers who clapped. 'I have to speak with the hat later on…' he thought.
Sorting Ceremony, P-section:
Horace Slughorn point of view
Horace was enjoying his wine as the 'P' section was reached. 'Ah, the child of Lily will be sorted. I hope she's in Slytherin.' he thought.
"Palpatine, Ben." "SLYTHERIN!"
"Palpatine, Isabella." "SLYTHERIN!"
'Always good to have them. Their father is such a talented wizard, as is their mother.' Horace thought, smiling as the twins were greeted by their older brother.
"Parkinson, Pansy." "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Patil, Padma." "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Patil, Paravati." "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Perks, Sally-Anne." "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Potter, Hope."
Horace looked at the girl coming forward.
The girl wasn't like Horace expected. Instead of black or red hair, she had blonde hair, very light blonde. It neared Malfoy-blonde, but it was darker. Hope was a graceful and confident lady, he could see.
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat called out.
Horace felt happiness, he had Lily's daughter! And he started clapping.
Sorting Ceremony, P-section:
Filius Flitwick point of view
Filius watched all students. He was glad he had Narcissa Black II in his House now. Ravenclaw had never housed a Black before Andromeda was sorted, and her first born daughter had been in his House as well.
"Palpatine, Ben." "SLYTHERIN!"
"Palpatine, Isabella." "SLYTHERIN!"
'That was not very unexpected, although I had liked to have the girl in my House, she looks a lot like her mother…' Filius thought.
"Parkinson, Pansy." "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Patil, Padma." "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Patil, Paravati." "GRYFFINDOR!"
"Perks, Sally-Anne." "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Potter, Hope."
His head shot up, to get a look at the girl. Filius still remembered that Lily had been very talented in Charms, and he hoped she would be as well.
The girl that came forward had light blonde hair that came close to Malfoy-blonde, but it wasn't white blonde. She had a lot of confidence, shining it out as well.
'Whoever took her away from those horrible Muggles raised her very well.' Filius thought and smiled. He felt a great wave of power coming from her, a wave he had felt before, but couldn't place it yet. 'In whatever House she'll end up, she'll fit well.'
"SLYTHERIN!" the hat yelled.
Filius clapped. 'Yes, now I know.' he thought. 'Mary… Mary raised Hope as her own…'
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