DISCLAIMER: I failed in my quest to convince J.K. Rowling to hand over the Potter Universe to me, so it's still hers and not mine. Same with the Hat's song that's there, lyric for lyric.
Aruba POV
"Damn it! The trolley lady ratted us out to the professors. Why'd you guys have to go and charm the chocolate frogs to croak out cuss words and attack their buyers?" I grouse to the twins.
"Hey, you helped!"
"It wasn't us that distracted her,"
"While we hexed the frogs,"
"Twas you!"
"Also, we weren't the ones,"
"Who told her she should get,"
"Her mole checked out by a doctor,"
"Before it overtakes what abysmal features that she has left!" Gred and Forge object.
"I only said that! You two were the ones that cursed it to insult her!"
"It was only in good fun."
"Not our fault that she's got no sense of humour,"
"Hey, Forge, isn't that Dumbledore?"
"It is indeed Gred,"
"Make a run for the carriages, Forge?"
"Indeed, Gred."
"Don't leave me behind!" I yell at their backs as the traitors scramble out of the train. I than gulp as I realize just how screwed I am, considering Dumbles is a legilimens and can read my thoughts, also he brought the infamous Snape, who can also read my thoughts, and is that McGonagall grabbing the twins by the ears near the carriages? Thinking quickly, I cover my eyes with my hands, as Dumbledore and Snape board the train from where Fred and George exited, a mere ten feet from where I stand in muggle clothing, with suspicious bits of chocolate frog on my white blouse.
"You must be the female partner in crime, Mrs. Trolley mentioned in her most distressed owl to me. Young lady?" Dumbledore pauses as I refuse to uncover my eyes, "Please look me in the eyes when I am speaking to you, you are already in quite a bit of a trouble for your horrendous behavior on the Hogwarts Express today."
"Rude girl, she doesn't even have the common sense to be in her uniform, instead bandying around in filthy muggle garbs. Remove your hands from your face this instant and respect your headmaster!" Snape snarls at me.
I flinch back at his tone, "Sorry, but I can't do that . . . sir. I saw that if I was to look either of you in the eyes, you would use legilimency on me. As for respecting my headmaster, I do not attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I am only here since my distant cousin, Sybil Trelawney, requested that I board the Hogwarts Express and come to her aide immediately." I fib quickly, my eyes still shielded from their gaze through the use of my hands.
"Sybil? I wasn't informed that anyone but the students would be boarding the express," Dumbledore queries only to be answered by Snape.
"Obviously that shoddy excuse for a professor that you hired, Dumbledore, inhaled too much incense over the summer and forgot. Although that is no excuse for said relative's behavior."
"I must agree with this sentiment about Trelawney", McGonagall added having sent the twins off to the castle, "but I must insist you not insinuate that Professor Dumbledore would ever use anything similar to Legilimency without consent". Sheepishly, I slowly uncover my eyes.
At McGonagall's statement though, Dumbledore loses the twinkle in his eye, and looks uncharacteristically uncomfortable. "Well, we can verify your story with Professor Trelawney when we get back to the castle. For now, we all must hurry back to the castle to welcome the students before their arrival. You, Ms-sorry I didn't quite catch your name?"
My mind goes into overdrive, panicking at the expected reaction to Aruba Potter. I make the instant decision to use my former name. "Aruba Iglesias, Professor."
"Well, Ms. Iglesias, you must come with us to the feast. Professor Snape, please will you accompany Professor Trelawney's new assistant to the floo".
We all enter a shop, and next thing I know I find myself in Hogwarts. The first muggle in Hogwarts' history and I must hide that fact. Oh what have I gotten myself into.
Harry POV
I vocalize my awe at seeing Hogwarts for the first time along with the rest of the first years, well along with all but one, Draco Malfoy gives a haughty, unimpressed sniff from across the boat we are both travelling in.
"I suppose it must seem awe inspiring to those not used to the finer things in life. This place isn't even half the size of Malfoy Manor and forget the Black Lake, it's a mere puddle compared to the one we have back at the Manor. You must come see it, Potter, perhaps over Easter Break?"
"Oh, stuff it Draco and enjoy the view, unless you fancy taking a swim." Theo threatens from next to me as Zabini snickers, seeing Malfoy's pale face flushed pink. I've come to be grateful for Theodore's sharp wit over the small time I've known everyone, seeing as Malfoy can be a bit pretentious at times and Parkinson's just a pain.
"I'll ask Rue (my nickname for Aruba) if that's alright around Easter, okay Malfoy?" I say hoping to avoid another sweets wrapper thrown toward Theodore. "And Theo play nice, it's our first time at Hogwarts and I won't have you two fighting."
Hagrid (the friendly giant escorting us to the castle) distracts us before Theo can respond, "Here she is, 'Ogwarts," he says before taking a few large strides over to a pair of giant oak doors (bigger than even him!) and knocking. A stern looking woman in tartan green robes opens the doors.
"Hagrid". She acknowledges, as she swiftly turns around and motions for us all to follow her into a corridor. Stopping in front of another set of gargantuan oak doors. "I am the Transfiguration professor, Professor McGonagall. Soon you will be sorted into one of four houses Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin. Do smarten yourselves up a bit before the sorting. I shall return momentarily to take you into the Great Hall for your sorting."
As soon as she leaves everyone breaks out into whispers, discussing what the sorting may involve.
"What do you all think will happen?" I ask the group around me, nervousness pooling in my gut.
"I doubt it's anything as ludicrous as what these louts are saying, I swear I heard one say that we'd have to fight a troll." Greengrass sneers. "What do you think, Draco?"
"I don't know, Father refused to tell me and no matter how much I haggled Mother about it, she wouldn't say a word on the matter either." Malfoy sulks. Theodore, a mischievous look on his face, opens his mouth to speak just as some of the other first year let loose some screams.
"Well, what do we have here, first years waiting to be sorted?" What can only be a ghost (ghosts? Ghosts are real?!) and his contingent come wafting through the walls of the castle.
"Hope you get into Hufflepuff, my old house you know." Says one jovial looking ghost, as they all move on, into the Great Hall, just as it's doors begin to creak open.
McGonagall is there, standing in front of a stool with an old dirty hat on it, a parchment roll in her hands, under a ceiling that's charmed to look like the night sky. Than the Hat starts to... sing?
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be."
Hey isn't that Rue sitting at the Professor's Table? What's she doing here? Isn't she a muggle? Aruba . . .
"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 learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!" (JK Rowling, Philospher's Stone)
"Potter, Harry," A voice interrupts my haze of confusion. Someone shoves me toward where Professor McGonagall is standing. Slowly I move forward as the other first years move out of my way.
"Well, what have we here?"