A/N: That was all an introduction, really, but stay tuned, Lucy is now getting sorted and soon we will meet the Marauders :-) Please do read, review, (favourite and follow) and enjoy!

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August 29th, 1977

"My name is Lucy. I am 17. I am in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Magic is real but a secret. I woke up in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Illnesses. It is 29th August 1977. It is not 2027. I don't know how I got here." Lucy repeated for what felt like the millionth time. Madam Pomfrey nodded, smiling every time something new was added to the paragraph.

"You are doing well, dear. Only yesterday all you had was 'My name is Lucy. It is the 28th August 1977.' Do you want to head on up to Professor Dumbledore's office? Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington has kindly accepted to lead the way." She smiled and gave the girl a gentle push towards the door. "I had a patient arrive earlier this morning and I really must see to him so run along now."

Lucy walked out of the Hospital Wing only to be greeted by a man of transparent form and whose feet did not quite reach the ground. She stopped and looked at him, a smile forming at his style of outfit. "Are you Sir Nicholas?" She asked the ghost.

"Indeed I am, and you must be Miss Lucy. The portraits have all been talking about you and how you appeared here without a clue what was going on." Sir Nicholas began as he walked – well floated – down the corridor beside her. "Have you been given a house yet? Of course, being the ghost of Gryffindor house, one obviously would expect me to tell you it is the best house. On the contrary, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are just as nice. It all depends on where the Sorting Hat places you."

"Mr. Dumbledore said this morning that he would let the Sorting Hat choose my house. Do you know what each house is for, Sir Nicholas?" She asked curiously and the old ghost was all too happy to tell her.

"There is a song, you see. You'll hear it on September 1st. It goes like this:" He paused to clear his throat.

"You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve and chivalry

Set Gryffindor 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 learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin,

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So, does that help you any?" Sir Nicholas asked the girl with a smile.

"I want to be a Gryffindor or a Hufflepuff." She decided then added. "Thank you."

"Well, Miss Lucy, Professor Dumbledore's office is behind the gargoyle and up the stairs." Nicholas told her and floated away through the wall.

He was gone before Lucy even had a chance to ask how to get into Dumbledore's office. She looked up at the statue of the gargoyle and wondered what to do. She didn't know her way back to the Hospital Wing, nor did she know how to move the gargoyle. Luckily she wasn't stuck in that predicament for too long for as she contemplated on what to do, the gargoyle statue moved and a man with a long white beard stood before her at the bottom of the staircase. She followed him up into his office where a stool was placed in the centre of the room with a hat on top of it.

"This is the Sorting Hat, Lucy. It will tell us which house you belong to." Dumbledore explained and lifted the hat so Lucy could sit on the stool instead. As soon as she sat down, the hat was placed on her head.

"Hmm…" A voice said in Lucy's ear. "Unusual. This is very unusual. I see magic but no control, no possession over it. You were once very smart but the knowledge is no longer there. You are brave but there are many fears for you yet to conquer. The magic within you, however, is hidden deeply… Very unusual…" A few minutes of silence followed before the voice that once whispered in her ear grew louder so as Dumbledore could hear. "Whether she possesses enough magic for Hogwarts, I do not know, but for now I would have to say – GRYFFINDOR."

Relief flooded over Lucy as the Hat finally shouted out a name. "May I go back to Madam Poppy now?" Lucy asked, standing up once Dumbledore removed the Sorting Hat from her head.

"You may." He nodded. "Ask the portraits for directions if you need to." He said with a kind smile.

As the girl left, Dumbledore sighed and sat down in his chair. "Do you know what her surname is?" He asked the Sorting Hat but it replied with a no. "Then I believe Poppy and I better make a story for the girl before the teachers and staff arrive later." He decided.

Lucy, on the other hand, walked around the castle, taking herself on a tour via portrait directions before returning to the Hospital Wing. As she walked through the corridors, many of the portraits asked questions to which the answer for many was merely, 'I don't know.'