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Chapter Four: Aboard the Hogwarts' Express

Starlight's Hall
Knockturn Alley

The day of departure for the Hogwarts' Express, and ultimately, Hogwarts itself shone bright and clear on this September morning, and one Hilda Evans could already be seen up and about even before the sun is up when more than half of Britain's population were probably still asleep in their beds.

The house elves and Ethan were all busy with the usual morning cleaning duties before the bar actually opens for business, and Hilda was practically struggling to drag five big and black garbage bags larger than her out of the front door to dump it by the dumpster in the alley. The girl was wondering if there is a party or something between Ethan, Lucius and Severus last night. Ethan had sent Hilda up to her room early the previous evening as she had to pack her bags for Hogwarts, and thus, Ethan was stuck with running the bar alone the previous evening.

A hand suddenly latched out and easily pulled the trash bags out of the front door that Hilda was struggling with. As Hilda looked up, she saw the unmistakable figure of one Remus Lupin, and her eyes hardened slightly.

Hilda had met the guy once about three years ago when Ethan has just opened Starlight's Hall, and the guy was one of their first customers back then. For some reason that Ethan simply can't comprehend, Remus Lupin had recognised Hilda immediately for who she really is. The fortunate thing is that Lupin doesn't seem to be a very great fan of Dumbledore and had never told anyone who Hilda really is.

Jessica, a female vampire friend of Ethan's who is the High Priestess of one of the vampire clans that lived up in the mountains had told Ethan that as a werewolf, Lupin could recognise Hilda by scent as it's the only thing that won't change about Hilda, vampire ritual or not.

"…it's you," said Hilda before lugging the trash bags with her to the alley not too far away from Starlight's Hall, with Lupin following her. "Shouldn't you be in your room or something?"

Remus Lupin chewed on his bottom lip before Hilda stopped outside the alleyway, resisting the urge to pinch his nose to block out the stench as the raven haired girl threw the trash bags next to the dumpster.

"Why do you refuse to admit that you're Lily and James' Potter's daughter?" Remus wanted to know.

In fact, he had wanted to know the reason to this question for the past three years ever since he knew who Hilda is, yet can never bring himself to ask. For one thing, Hilda Evans is definitely not what he had imagined his little goddaughter to be. And another thing is that she resembles Ethan and the Nightwing vampire clan more in both mannerisms and looks. Remus had only met the Nightwing vampire clan once several years ago during the war, and although the vampire clan was rather aloof and proud like with most vampires, they were also unlike other vampires in which they don't immediately try to kill any wizard that they see. Though that might change now with all the vampire hunts going on…

"Enough!" Hilda banged the trash bag onto the ground beside the dumpster with so much force that the bag was almost torn apart. The girl turned and glared at Remus and the werewolf almost cringed at the dangerous look in her red and blue eyes. He had almost forgotten that even though Hilda is only an eleven year old child, she is still a child brought up by a royal vampire clan and is technically part vampire herself. "If you're just here to remind me just fucked up that my life has turned out to be, I don't want to hear it!" Remus could have sworn that he almost saw sparks flying out of Hilda's eyes. "I'm no longer Hilda Potter! She ceased to exist six years ago when the 'great leader of the Light' decided that it's in my 'best interests' to dump a one year old infant onto the doorsteps of her magic hating relatives who made it their mission life to make my life miserable!"

Remus nearly cringed at Hilda's sarcastic tone. He had argued and fought like anything against Dumbledore's insane decision to place Hilda with Lily's sister back then. Lily had never spoken about her sister during their time in school, but when James had proposed to her after they had finished school and he was accepted into the Auror Academy, Remus had gone with Sirius and Lily to extend the wedding invitation to Petunia. Remus had to actually hold Sirius back from cursing Petunia to oblivion when the woman had literally tore into Lily and drove the gentle woman to tears.

Thus, Remus knew for sure that Petunia would never accept Hilda, never mind that she's her sister's child. But Dumbledore was stubborn and firmly believed that it is the best decision to put Hilda with Petunia, never mind the fact that James had actually proclaimed more than once that he would never even put an animal into the Dursleys' care. The animal would be dead within a week.

Hilda breathed deeply as she stared at Remus, beginning to calm down a little. To Remus' credit, he had never told anyone who Hilda really is, and during his Hogwarts' days, he had never done anything to Severus as well. He might have not done anything to stop Sirius and James bullying Severus, but he had never contributed anything towards it either. Even Severus admits that among the entire Marauder group, he preferred to be paired with Remus during pair work during their school days. At least he knew that he could trust Remus not to 'accidentally' blow up the cauldron during their Potions lessons or to 'accidentally' throw a hex at him when the teacher wasn't looking during Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons.

"And it might sound a little strange to you," said Hilda, calming herself down. "But I've never blamed the Dark Lord for my parents' deaths. True, the Dark Lord killed them, but it makes no difference to me whether they were killed by the Dark Lord or on the battlefield itself. It was wartime back then. People die during war. It makes no sense to hate him for something that is extremely common during wartime. I'm no longer Hilda Potter! I've already ceased to be her the moment that Ethan did the blood ritual six years ago and I became Hilda Evans!"

With that, Hilda then pushed past Remus and walked back towards the direction of Starlight's Hall, leaving behind one very stunned werewolf.

XXXXXX

Four hours before Hilda was due to head to King's Cross Station had a certain female vampire by the name of Jessica Falsoss paying Ethan a visit at Starlight's Hall. The vampire herself was drawing attention from all surrounding men like all female vampires do, only that her 'aura' is much more potent than the usual female vampire.

Sleek black hair fell down to her back and her crimson red eyes seemed to have the ability to mesmerise everyone around her. Her outfit consists of a skin tight white tube top with a black high collared coat with golden edges around it worn over it, with only three silver buckles holding the coat together in the middle. A black leather mini-skirt completed her outfit with a pair of thigh-high black dragon hide boots.

Ethan was frowning as he listened to what his long-time friend was telling him about some Prophecy regarding Hilda and the Dark Lord which was made when she was a mere baby. Jessica's vampire magic is otherwise known as 'scrying' and she can also melt into shadows and slip into places that she wasn't supposed to without being seen by anyone.

"So this Prophecy that you were talking about…" Ethan trailed off, and Jessica nodded, examining her nails that were kept long and well-rounded, being painted black.

"It's a fake," said Jessica, looking up at Ethan. "I've been around long enough to know when a Prophecy is fake. And the one made about Hilda and the Dark Lord is definitely a fake. And even if it isn't, as long as one party is unwilling, then the Prophecy can't come true."

"I see," said Ethan with a nod. "And Sirius Black?"

"I did some scrying and asking around," said Jessica seriously. "Like what you've suspected, Sirius Black is innocent. Pettigrew's magical threads still exists in this world, and that means that he's definitely still alive."

The vampire clan that Jessica belongs to have a long history of having the ability to see the future or past, and even fortune telling. A few even have Jessica's vampire abilities. And among their abilities is also the ability to find a wizard or witch's magical threads – the only way to track down a wizard or witch by locating their magic.

"Then if Pettigrew is still alive, without a doubt, he's the actual traitor and not Black then," said Ethan, putting two and two together, and Jessica nodded. Ethan scowled. "The no-good pathetic rat!" He turned towards Jessica. "Was Black actually given a trial back then? I wasn't paying much attention to the wizardry community then as we were having enough problems with Orlando and his worshippers and followers then."

"Not that I know of, no," said Jessica with a frown. "Black wasn't given a trial. He was chucked straight to Azkaban, the wizard prison." Ethan scowled at this. His impression of Dumbledore is plunging even lower with everything that Jessica had just told him. Jessica studied her childhood friend before sighing. "Ethan, I know that you don't want Hilda to be involved in anything relating to the Potter line, but I also know you. You wouldn't just leave an innocent man to be punished for something that is not his fault. You have connections with people within the Ministry, don't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to open a bar of this nature in the wizarding word itself."

Ethan sighed, running the fingers of his right hand through his hair. "Jess, you sure knew where to hit where it hurts the most," he grumbled, and Jessica smirked.

"My apologies."

"I'll get Lucius to see if he can get Black a fair trial," said Ethan thoughtfully. "And with any luck, he might be out of Azkaban and finding himself free by the Easter holidays. I'm not sure what Hilda would think about this though."

"Well, if Black is smart, he wouldn't be standing on the side of the man that had chucked him straight to Azkaban without even requesting for a trial held for him," said Jessica bluntly. "I think that it'll be alright." She then glanced at the clock before sliding off the stool that she was sitting on. "I guess that it's time for me to make a move. Hilda has a train to catch for school, isn't it?"

"Yeah," said Ethan, nodding absently as he looked at the clock. "She should be down soon enough."

"I see," said Jessica with a smirk before she grabbed the front of Ethan's coat and practically pulled him over the counter, and before the surprised vampire could react, Jessica clamped her lips down on his and practically stuck her tongue down his throat in a passionate kiss before drawing away. "See you, Ethan." Jessica smirked before disappearing in a wisp of black smoke, waving cheekily at the stunned vampire.

XXXXXX

Platform 9¾
King's Cross Station

Hilda and Ethan made it to King's Cross Station with ample time. Clearly, having the vampire benefits of teleporting and travelling sure makes things remarkably simple. Lyra, the head house elf at Starlight's Hall had promised to keep things running in order until Ethan can return, and the two had then set off for King's Cross Station.

Hedwig, Hilda's owl was extremely grumpy whilst being kept in her cage as the snow-white owl was rather used to freedom and being able to fly about everywhere during her past three years with Hilda, and being locked up in a cage had the immediate effect to make Hedwig rather grumpy.

"Just bear with it for awhile longer, Hedwig." Hilda told her owl whose cage was being balanced atop her trunks and stuff and things. "At least until we can get to the school."

"Hilda!"

Hilda and Ethan both turned to see Draco and his father making their way towards them with Lucius pushing a trolley on which lay all of Draco's things. The blonde boy looked rather excited as he made his way towards Hilda and Ethan.

"Hey Draco," said Hilda with a smile. "I see that you've managed to wake up on time alright." She teased, and Draco blushed.

"I'm not that bad, alright!" he defended.

Hilda laughed before her expression darkened when she saw someone over Draco's shoulder and quickly changed the subject. "Well, we'd better get onto the train," she said.

"Why? It's still early—" Draco turned around only to see just why Hilda wanted to get on the train when he spotted an entire family of redheads not too far away from them whom hadn't noticed them yet. "Oh. Yeah, we'd better."

"Take care of yourself, Hilda. And you know how to contact me if you need to," said Ethan, giving Hilda a quick hug which surprised her as Ethan won't usually initiate contact with someone unless necessary. "And be careful of Dumbledore."

Hilda nodded as Draco was saying his goodbyes to his father next to him before the two got onto the train, but not before loading their stuff onto the train which some fifth and sixth years Hufflepuff students were kind enough to help them with.

It wasn't too difficult for Draco and Hilda to find an empty compartment as majority of the student body were still saying goodbyes to their parents. Draco and Hilda both then took a seat by the windows, engaging in small talk.

"So which house do you think that you're going to be sorted in?" asked Draco.

"I'm hoping for Ravenclaw," said Hilda with a shrug. "You?"

"Isn't it obvious?" said Draco with a smirk.

"Oh right. Slytherin, the House of Snakes," said Hilda sarcastically, and Draco grinned. "You sure made that clear enough ever since we've first met, and you accidentally found your dad's old school copy of Hogwarts: A History in your manor library."

The door slid opened just then, and Hilda brightened up as she saw that it was Hermione who was struggling with her school trunk. "Hilda!" Hermione brightened up as she saw her friend. "I thought that I saw you in here earlier." She struggled with her trunk before Draco, being the gentleman that he was, helped the bushy haired girl by loading it onto one of the luggage racks above their heads. "Thanks."

"This is my friend, Draco Malfoy by the way," said Hilda, making the necessary introductions. "Draco, this is Hermione Granger. We met when she got lost whilst buying her school supplies, and she and her parents had dropped by more than once to Starlight's Hall during the weekends." She added, explaining to Draco in indirect terms that Hermione knew about Ethan and her home life and is okay with it. The blonde was extremely ferocious towards anyone who presumed Hilda to be dark just because of who her guardian is. Ethan had teased her more than once that Draco seems to be her 'knight in shining armour'.

"I see. Nice to meet you," said Draco, grasping Hermione's hand in a brief handshake. "Take a seat."

"Sure," said Hermione before settling down into a seat beside Hilda. "I've been reading all my school books as well as those few books that you've recommended me to read, Hilda. And Hogwarts and the magical community seem especially interesting." And Draco blinked as Hermione rattled off about all the books that she'd read which seems almost like an entire book section in Flourish and Blotts.

"You're Ravenclaw material, alright," said Draco weakly, and Hilda and Hermione both laughed.

The train started to move then, and the door slid opened once more, and all three occupants of the train looked up only to see Cedric standing there at the doorway with a handsome caramel haired teen beside him.

"Hi Hilda," said Cedric with a smile. "I wasn't expecting to see you in here. All the other compartments are full. Mind if we come in?"

"Not at all," said Hilda, and Cedric thanked her with a smile before entering the compartment, placing his trunk onto the luggage rack, with his friend doing the same thing next to him. "This is my friend, Jasper Summers, by the way. He's a Hufflepuff third year as well." Cedric introduced his friend as he sat down next to Draco after Hilda had made the necessary introductions.

The five teens then chatted back and forth, with Cedric and Jasper both being more than happy enough to fill the younger kids in about Hogwarts and what to expect. Cedric was a little more helpful than Jasper and went into extreme detail about all the teachers and the subjects in school as well as all the different ghosts in there as well the moving staircases of Hogwarts which had given many a student a great scare more than once.

The witch with the lunch trolley soon came, and they all bought some Chocolate Frogs, with Jasper buying some Sugar Quills and Bertie Botts' Every Flavour Beans. Hermione bought a little of everything especially since she had never tried food of the wizarding world before.

Hermione was chatting with Jasper about some school work which the boy was happy enough to fill her in that Hilda thought privately to herself that Jasper should have been a Ravenclaw instead of a Hufflepuff. Cedric was talking with both Hilda and Draco when suddenly, something within Draco's humongous pile of Chocolate Frogs leapt out from within the pile and landed onto his face, causing the blonde to cry out.

"OW! What is this…thing?" Draco tried to pluck 'the thing' off his face which turned out to be a toad. The sight of Draco trying to get the obviously frightened toad off his face was so hilarious that the entire compartment can't help laughing. "Stop laughing and get this thing off me!"

Hermione who was sitting next to Draco managed to stop laughing long enough to pluck the toad off Draco's face. Cedric was laughing so hard that it looks like he'll faint from the lack of oxygen soon enough, and Hilda was trying to stifle her laughter.

"Whose toad is this?" asked Jasper, having managed to stop laughing as he stared at the toad in Hermione's hand, with the bushy haired girl having a firm enough grip on the toad to stop it from running off.

Right on cue, the door slid opened once more, and everyone looked up to see a round-faced boy with his trunk at the doorway, looking extremely apologetic. "Sorry. Did anyone see a toad?"

Hermione held said toad up. "Is this the one that you're looking for?"

The boy's face brightened up. "Trevor!" he cried out in delight, taking the toad from Hermione.

Jasper smiled at the boy. "Can't find a compartment?"

The boy looked embarrassed. "Kind of," he muttered.

Hilda turned towards Draco. "Draco, move over."

Draco nodded before shifting over to make room for the new boy who sat down gratefully. "I'm Neville Longbottom, by the way," he said nervously, glancing around, almost as if half-expecting for one of them to throw him out.

The group then made the necessary introductions once more. And Cedric, sensing Neville's discomfort and nervousness, make a few small jokes and told them all about the pranks that the infamous Weasley twins had done during their years in Hogwarts which made all of them laugh a bit.

"But the best was that paint incident," said Jasper, smiling a little. "Fred and George somehow made a paint prank to colour the floor of the entire Entrance Hall pink, and Filch, the caretaker was spending days on end just cleaning it up. What he didn't know is that if he just left the paint alone, it would automatically disappear after a few hours."

Neville laughed along with Hilda, Draco and Hermione. The door slid opened again just then, and all the occupants looked up only to see a certain redhead standing at the doorway. Draco scowled so deeply that his eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hair, and he fingered his wand immediately whilst Hilda's expression darkened.

"Weasley." Draco hissed like an angry snake, looking almost ready to stand up had Hilda not shot him a look, telling him to stand down.

"I never expected to see you in here," said Ronald Weasley arrogantly, looking at both Draco and Hilda with an expression that seems like they're something that ought to be scrapped off the bottom of his shoe. "Hogwarts is too good for people like you, a sure-to-be-Slytherin, Malfoy."

"Excuse me? Exactly what is wrong with being a Slytherin?" Draco looked almost ready to lunge himself at Ron and tear the redhead to pieces. "Do you even have a brain in that oversized thing that you call a head?"

Jasper frowned at Ron. He knew of the animosity between Gryffindor and Slytherin, and the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs usually tend to stay out of it, being the two neutral Houses in Hogwarts. "It's not that I don't understand your dislike for the Slytherin House, Weasley, seeing as how nearly your entire family was in Gryffindor," he said. "But you shouldn't say things like that as there are always bad apples in every House. Slytherin is just unfortunate enough to get the most of them."

Draco shot Jasper a grateful look, and Hermione and Neville were both nodding, agreeing with Jasper.

"Furthermore, if memory serves me right, your elder twin brothers have some friends in Slytherin House, don't they?" asked Cedric, remembering a conversation that he had once with the Weasley twins. "They wouldn't be pleased if they heard this conversation."

"Talk about a bunch of Dark supporters," sneered Ron, and a flash of anger flashed through Jasper and Cedric's eyes. "If you value your lives, you'd best not associate yourselves with people like them." He glanced at Draco and Hilda, with the former being restrained by both Hilda and Neville. "Especially Death Eater families and someone who lived with a blood sucker."

"Weasley." Cedric interrupted, going rather white in the face with anger, seeing that same anger reflected in the faces of everyone present. "If you're just going to come here and hurl insults at us, you'd best be leaving. I've met Ethan for myself, and he's a very nice person, despite being a vampire. He can't help who he is."

"That's right!" said Hermione, an angry expression on her face. "You shouldn't say things about people like that!"

"Hmm. Dark supporters. I never expect you to be someone like that, Diggory," said Ron with a sneer.

Hilda was silent for a long time as she studied Ron, and she broke the silence, causing attention to be placed on her. "…you've changed, Ron," she said, her hands balling into fists by her sides. "You never use to be like this."

"People change." Ron sneered. "And I'm glad that I've found out who you and your guardian are before anything bad actually happens."

"Weasley." Jasper interrupted, seeing that Draco is almost ready to leap onto Ron and start strangling him or something. "Get out of here before I hex you."

Ron sneered before leaving the compartment, closing the door behind him. And it's then that Hilda think that it's safe enough to let go of Draco who slumped down into his seat, balling his hands into fists onto his knees, gritting his teeth together.

"What a jerk," said Hermione angrily, glaring at the door of the compartment. "I can't believe that there are people like him in this world."

"Don't let it get to you," said Cedric. "His older twin brothers are alright. They're in my year, and they have friends from all Houses, not just Gryffindor alone."

"By the way, Hilda," said Hermione, turning towards Hilda. "Do you know him?"

Hilda was silent for a long time before she spoke. "Kind of."

"Huh?"

"We used to be friends," said Hilda quietly, not looking at anyone but her feet. "The best of friends, in fact. That was a long time ago. Even before I've met Draco. I was around six when I met Ron in Diagon Alley when I was running an errand for Ethan. We hit it off right away. We talked about everything under the sun. But…"

"But?"

"He…found out about Ethan being a vampire and that I was brought up by him," said Hilda with a sad smile. "And that I was even blood adopted by a vampire clan. He…said some really awful things back then."

"That's terrible!" said Neville, looking shocked, and Hermione and Cedric agreed with him.

"What does it matters even if Ethan if a vampire? He wouldn't harm anyone!" said Cedric. "Dad even likes him, and he said that Ethan is one of the nicest and kindest vampires that he'd ever met. If he didn't know that Ethan is a vampire, he wouldn't even guess that he's one."

"That's right!" said Draco, nodding. "Ethan has helped me, my father and Sev out so many times. And so did the High Prince and the High Lord, for that matter!"

"Besides, judging people by something that they couldn't help is a very stupid thing to do." Jasper added in his input.

Hilda laughed bitterly. "Try telling that to him and his stupid family," she said. "His twin brothers are alright. They used to babysit us all the time when we were little, and they were really angry when Ron and their family did what they did back then. The oldest brother is alright as well. I think that he's a friend of Ethan's or something whom he'd met when Ethan travelled to Egypt at one time. And so is the second brother. But as for the rest of the family…" She trailed off.

Jasper sighed. "I don't even know what's wrong with the wizarding families these days," he said. "There is nothing but discrimination and scorn everywhere! It isn't right!"

XXXXXX

The first sight of Hogwarts with the traditional first boat ride was really beautiful. Hilda and Draco had seen what Hogwarts actually looked like from Lucius' old school books back during his Hogwarts days, but the photos don't do Hogwarts any justice.

Draco, Hermione, Neville and Hilda have all shared a boat together as it is four to one. Draco had refused to let Ron anywhere near Hilda, and as the blonde looked ready to hex the redhead, Ron had wisely decided to keep well away from the four of them.

A stern-looking witch was waiting for them when they arrived at the castle which Hermione whispered was Minerva McGonagall, the Assistant Headmistress of Hogwarts. The group of first years were then led into the Entrance Hall which is almost as large as the one back at the Levi clan's castle.

Hilda listened patiently along with every single student there as McGonagall explained about the four Houses and Hogwarts itself before she disappeared into the Great Hall for a few moments before returning once more, leading them into the Great Hall itself.

Neville was awe-struck by the ceiling which seems to be that of the night sky, and Hermione was more than happy to inform him that it was enchanted to look like the night sky. Hilda can only shake her head slowly at this. Sure, all first years were supposed to get a copy of Hogwarts: A History, but the majority of them never read it unless they were muggle borns, and even then, most muggle borns don't read the entire book.

There were four long tables in the Great Hall itself which was filled with students, and McGonagall led them to a three legged chair with an old looking and patched hat sitting on the top silently. The Great Hall had silenced immensely when McGonagall had brought them in, and everyone was now staring at the hat which immediately broke out into a song.

The entire Great Hall broke out into applause when the Hat finished it's song, and McGonagall immediately unrolled a long roll of parchment with a quill in one hand. "When I call your name, come up here and sit on the stool," she said. "The Sorting Hat will then sort you into your Houses." The first years nodded dumbly. "Abbott, Hannah!"

A rather timid looking freckled auburn haired girl walked up to the stool and sat down on it as McGonagall placed the hat on her head. There was a few moments before a rip in the Hat opened which Hilda presumed was it's mouth, and the Hat shouted, "Hufflepuff!"

Everyone clapped politely, and Hannah took off the Hat and gladly ran over to the Hufflepuff table where Hilda spotted Cedric and Jasper immediately, both sitting side-by-side and clapping politely for the new addition to their House.

Hilda tuned out after the first dozen names or so, speaking quietly with Draco, Hermione and Neville, spotting Severus out of the corner of her eye eyeing their group with much amusement. Hilda was suddenly jolted back to reality when McGonagall called her name out.

"Evans, Hilda!"

Hilda stepped up, ignoring the several raised brows and curious looks because of the curious colour of her eyes, and she could have sworn that Dumbledore was eyeing her thoughtfully with a weird expression on his face as she sat down on the stool, with the Hat being dropped down onto her head which covered her eyes.

A small voice was spoken into her ear just then.

"Well well, how interesting," said the Hat. "Dumbledore and more than half of the wizarding community in Britain have spent years searching for you, Ms Potter. I wonder what Dumbledore will say when he realises that he had Hilda Potter under his nose all this time, only under the wrong name."

Hilda scowled inwardly. 'Say one word to anyone at all, and I'll rip you up,' she threatened.

"I won't. I rather like the way I am now. And besides, I'm honour bound by the pact that I made with the Hogwarts Four to keep all thoughts that I see in the heads of students to myself," said the Hat hastily. "But very interesting though. Being raised by a vampire and adopted by the royal vampire clan of the eastern territory of vampire lands. No wonder Dumbledore is so interested in you, especially since it isn't often that you have a vampire raising a human child."

'Can we please carry on with the Sorting?' Hilda thought impatiently.

"Very well. Being raised by Ethan Nightwing had quite an effect on your personality and character, it seems like," said the Hat thoughtfully. "Gryffindor is definitely out of the question though, Ms Evans. You lack the rashness and hot-headiness that most Gryffindors seem to have. You have the courage that all Gryffindors have, but you hate the spotlight. So no Gryffindor, it seems like."

'Thank goodness,' thought Hilda with a sigh. Gryffindor is the last House that she wished to be in. She has no wish to face Ronald Weasley every single time that she's in class or when she's out of classes. Having to see him once or twice is already more than enough for her.

"Hufflepuff is also a no-go for you. You are loyal, yes, but while you would stick up for and stand up for your friends, there are also times when you would leave them to fend for themselves if you think that it might help them in the long run," said the Hat. "An attribute contributed by the Nightwing clan, no doubt." Hilda winced slightly. "So no Hufflepuff either. You are clever and quite resourceful, having a quick wit and mind. But you lack that cunningness that all Slytherins seem to possess. Dear Salazar will be so disappointed. He'll love to have you in his House. If the founders are still alive now, Helga will be quite amused, Godric will be laughing himself until he faints from the lack of air, Salazar will be sulking by himself in a corner and Rowena will be gleeful for a month. So better be…"

"RAVENCLAW!"

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