Syrian was content to sit at her fathers' side. When Deimon had said that her father was at this school she'd not only been infuriated that she'd been lied to, but she was hurt at the thought that her father hadn't wanted her. Luckily, the man quelled her fears with a few whispered words.
"Had I known you were alive, I would have never left your side."
That was all she needed to know for certain that not only did he really not know she was alive, but Legendel and Deimon had kept her from him.
This was something that they'd have to discuss; there was no doubt about that.
She listened intently to her fathers' story. There were many deceits surrounding her fathers' life . . . her life. He told the occupants of the room how he and her mother lied to everyone about their relationship, about the potters in general and how she came to be known as Harry Potter. "Huh, I could have grown up a boy," she thought with a shudder.
The strict woman that had started to comment earlier was especially silent at the moment, her jaw was threatening to brush the floor, it was quite humorous. The tiny professor had fallen off his chair at least once during the course of the story, the squat female professor was rapidly blinking as though she wasn't quite sure she was seeing things correctly and the corpse behind the desk had an annoying twinkle in his eyes that she was certain she'd grow to loath in a short amount of time.
"But why change her gender, Severus? Was it really all that necessary?" Dumbledore questioned, he was a bit baffled by that tiny detail.
Her father glared at the headmaster, "you do no think it was necessary? Have you seen her?" his arm that was not wrapped around her pointed in her direction, "she looks remarkably like me and she has outstanding features that many would recognize her for what she is! I will NOT have my daughter gawked at, Albus."
The last statement really seemed to confuse the poor corpse man. "I'm not sure what you're talking about Severus. She simply looks like a normal eleven year old girl."
Before any of the other adults had a chance to say anything, Syrian decided to speak up again, "yea, well this normal eleven year old girl is rather tired and I'm quite aware that classes start tomorrow. So, if it's alright could I acquire a house and turn in? It's been a busy day."
That interruption seemed to do the trick of informing the adults of the time it was getting to be and the corpse nodded to her before motioning for the strict looking professor to place the Sorting hat upon her head.
As soon as the hat dropped over her eyes she heard the hat's voice. "Interesting, Miss Vampir. Not only are you the dear potion masters long lost daughter, it appears as though you were at one point the long ago lost Harry Potter. Interesting how things turn out, is it not? Hmm, well it seems that you've had a bit of training already"
"But of course," Syrian replied to the hat, "I couldn't very well come here if I couldn't control certain abilities."
"Quite!" the sorting hat replied aloud, "tricky, this one!" he continued on solely to Syrian, "it seems as though you really do not wish to be apart of the Wizarding world, you are very bright and eager to learn, just skeptical. . . that coming from a self proclaimed Elfire is rather amusing. . . so. . . I'm going to say. . ."
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. . . "SlytherPuff GriffenClaw!" the hat yelled out.
Every adult in the headmasters' office stared mutely at the girl with the hat upon her head. This had never, in the history of Hogwarts, happened.
Albus was even more confused then he was when listening to Severus, what was going on? He plucked the hat off the girls head and placed it on his own, "Quinton?" the headmaster thought at the hat, "would you care to explain?"
Quinton, the hat apparently, responded immediately, "She's rather tough to sort. She's sneakier then Salazar, more pompous then Godric on a good day, smarter then she has any right to me, and loyal to her kind. She could use some help on the modesty but I don't know where to put her. She mentioned previously about going to Huffelpuff just to spite a classmate . . . that would at least put her somewhere. You choose. I haven't a clue."
Albus nodded to himself as he pulled Quinton off his head, "it would seem, Ms. Vampir, that the hat does not know where to put you. You would do well in any house, so I shall leave that up to you and your . . . father to decide."
Syrian glanced at her father, "you were a Slytherin, right? What was Mum?"
"Gryffindor. The choice is yours, though perhaps not Huffelpuff?" he spoke with a grimace.
Syrian nodded decisively, "right then, that blonde halfwit is in Slytherin, right? And Hermione is in Gryffindor, I'll go with her then and if I can't stand it, I'll just stay with you!" she grinned impishly up at her father. He didn't seem shocked at all with her decision and simply hugged her tighter to himself.
"Well, now that that is out of the way, I do suppose that Ms. Vampir should get settled so that she can start tomorrow refreshed. Minerva if you would?"
The strict professor stood up quickly, albeit a little shakily, "of course, Albus" she walked to the door of his office, "this way Ms. Vampir and welcome to Gryffindor house." She smiled slightly to the odd girl before leading her to her houses tower.
As soon as Minerva and her charge were out of earshot Albus turned to Severus, "I have a few questions. . . "He started.
Severus leaned back into his seat. He had a feeling that this night was far from over.
A.N well, there be another chapter. Hope you enjoyed it!!