My Father is My
Savior Chapter Seven Hogwarts
Once I got comfortable in my dorm, enjoying that I was the only one in the room, I decided to get out of the stingy dungeons and went outside onto the Hogwarts grounds. I often spent time under a tree reading, occasionally looking up at the mountains, imagining Sirius standing on one of the peeks waving at me.
He was my father and a great man too. And though I knew I'd probably never see him again, I couldn't help but feel happy. I had a father; a father who cared. A father who I could write to if I wanted, or visit on Hogsmeade trips.
When September 1st came Professor McGonagall gave me instructions on what to do so that it did not look suspicious. I would wait in a corridor connected to the entrance hall and join in with all the students that came off the train, as if I had too.
I spent most of the day in the Library as it was pouring outside, and so to not get in the way of teachers. When it was time that the students would come back, I ran down to the Slytherin Common room and let my books there, then raced back up to the corridor that I had to wait in.
Soon enough I heard the sounds of students talking, and when the group got large enough I followed in behind them. There was a lot of talk about what happened during the Quidditch Cup. Apparently Death Eaters had been there, and that sparked my attention.
"Argh! I'm all wet!" A girl screeched from somewhere as a large red balloon full of water fell on her head.
Another shout came from a boy in front of me who I recognized to be Ron Weasley. He stumbled into a boy with messy hair who I realized was Harry Potter.
Another fell and hit the ground in front of Harry's feet, and I leapt away before I could get the worst of it. I was wet from the knee down.
"PEEVES!" yelled an angry voice. "Peeves, come down here at ONCE!" Professor McGonagall shouted coming from the great hall. She skidded across the floor, and grabbed on to Hermione Granger around the neck to stop herself from falling.
As skinny as I was I slid past them and hurried into the Great Hall hearing Professor screech at Peeves to come down.
I sat at the end of the Slytherin table close to the double doors. I watched as students poured in, some more wet then others.
"Well, well. If it isn't Green. Didn't see you on the train, I figured you had been smart enough not to come back this year." Snarled Malfoy, his cronies standing behind him.
I didn't say a thing, and this only seemed to amuse him more.
He laughed and walked past me, and as he did so he whispered. "Looking rather fine, you know." I felt his hand slide against my back, and I moved further from him disgusted.
Before I could get up to leave the Great Hall, deciding I'd rather not be there, and my 'friend' Melinda sat down next to me.
"He is such a pervert." Melinda Grey said sitting next to me. She was in my year, and hated Slytherin as much as I did, and chose to hang out more with the Ravenclaw's. Her only reason to be in Slytherin was the same as mine. We didn't know better. "So how was your summer? I didn't see you on the train, where were you?" she always asked so many questions, but I only smiled and told her.
"I spent it with my father, he lives a little outside of Hogsmeade." I told her, she didn't know that I didn't know my father, only that they weren't married.
She smiled. "That's great."
"How was your summer?" I asked her politely, I really didn't care.
"Boring, I went to visit my cousins in Canada. What a bore, they all live on a farm in the middle of no where, and none of them do magic! It's what I get for being a Half-blood. But I did go to one of these Muggle concerts with them, so that was cool." She told me.
I nodded. She was a Half-blood too, and didn't really care much for the magical world. The only thing she cared about was using her magical abilities. She was ambitious, and spent most of her time studying, or trying to smooth talk a professor into letting her have special privileges in the Library. Personally I thought she was perfect for the Slytherin house, but I would never tell her that.
We were quieted by the sound of Professor McGonagall's shoes hitting the floor. We watched as terrified, wet first years filed into the hall behind her.
Professor Flitwick placed a stool and the old sorting hat on top, and we watched as a large tear ripped, and it began to sing.
"A thousand
years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four
great wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold
Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet
Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen,
They
shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To
educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.
Now each of
these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value
different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
By Gryffindor,
the bravest were
Prized beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the
cleverest
Would always be the best
For Hufflepuff, hard workers
were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved
those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their
favorites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When
they were dead and gone?
T'was Gryffindor who found the way,
He
whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I
could choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've
never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And
tell where you belong!"
The Great Hall rang with applause when the sorting hat finished its song. I clapped along, dreading this part. It was so long and boring, and now we had to watch as the first years got sorted.
"Here we go again," mumbled Melinda from beside me, and I had to hold in my laughter.
"Ackerley, Stewart!" Professor McGonagall shouted, and a boy walked forward shivering.
"Ravenclaw!" The hat shouted, and the Ravenclaw table cheered.
"Baddock, Malcolm!"
"Slytherin!" the hat shouted, and Melinda and I jumped up to cheer with the rest of the table.
Soon I lost track and when the last student, Kevin Whitby was put in Hufflepuff, I sighed with relief. Finally we would eat.
Professor Dumbledore rose from his chair and muttered two words. "Tuck in," and sat down again.
Food appeared on the table, and Melinda and I tucked in alright.
A/N: So this isn't one of my favourite chapters, but I did like it. I think it's a good way to show Monica in a more soical, normal setting. I hope you thought the same, and if so (or if not) just review and let me know! I'd love to get some feedbacK!
