I own no one, only Sarah.

In Sarah's POV


I was unconscious at first, that much I was certain about. As of right now, I think I'm asleep. I must be, yeah? I mean, for a while, I could hear Fred and George and Dumbledore talking about me, so I must have been somewhat awake. In any case, after I passed out in Snape's arms, I began to dream about my first night at Hogwarts.

The first time I met Fred and George.

...

A witch named McGonagall was welcoming us to Hogwarts and talking to us about being sorted into houses. I was trying to pay attention, but there was a chubby boy named Neville scrambling on the floor around me.

"Any rule breaking and you will lose points," She glared a boy with slicked blonde hair.

I knew that kid. His name was Draco and his dad was a Death Eater. He prided himself on being a Pureblood, and he was unfortunately part of my extended family on my dad's side. Neville crawled over my foot.

"Where's Trevor?" He muttered.

"Trevor?" I furrowed my brow. "Who's Trevor?"

"My toad!" He whispered, looking around frantically, "He's gone."

"I'm sorry. Why doesn't he have a ca-?"

"Trevor!"

The boy leaped forward and grabbed his pet just as McGonagall glared at him.

"Sorry," Neville frowned.

"The Sorting Ceremony will begin momentarily," She continued, before leaving us to talk amongst ourselves.

I was about to question Neville about why he didn't take better track of Trevor when Draco made an announcement.

"It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

Everyone around me began to gasp in shock while I, on the other hand, resisted the urge to run up to Harry and tell him that my father was his Godfather and that his parents were my Godparents. But I couldn't tell Harry. Dumbledore had come to our house and given me specific instructions not to tell Harry about my father, Sirius. He had said that Harry needed to be protected since the world thought my father had killed his parents. I turned my attention back to Malfoy and Harry's verbal exchange.

"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." Harry retorted

McGonagall returned, tapping Malfoy on the shoulder and looking at us all. "We're ready for you. Follow me."

We followed her into the Great Hall and began the sorting process. I didn't pay much attention until Harry came along, then again most people didn't. McGonagall placed the hat on his head and it began to speak.

"Hmmm... Difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh yes, and a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you..."

Harry began to mutter under his breath, "Not Slytherin, not Slytherin!"

The hat raised its eyebrows, "Not Slytherin eh? Are you sure? You could be great you know. It's all here in your head. And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, there's no doubt about that. No?"

Harry began to beg, "Please, Please anything but Slytherin, anything but Slytherin."

"Well if you're sure, better be... Gryffindor!"

Harry seemed relieved as he joined the Weasleys at the Gryffindor table, which erupted into applause and cheer. I stood and waited for my turn, listening as it seemed like everyone got their turn except for me.

"Sarah Stone-Black," McGonagall called.

I pointed at myself and she nodded with a smile. Cautiously, I made my way up the steps and sat down on the stool. It seemed like everyone was either staring at me, or whispering about my last name.

"Ah, I was wondering when you'd come around. Part of the Black family, I know where you should go. Slytherin's been in your family for generations. Until your father anyway. The last Black heir. Slytherin's in your blood and you have kin in-"

"No," I hissed. I didn't want to go with Malfoy, kin or not. "I have kin in Gryffindor as well."

I thought about Harry for a moment, and then I thought about the Weasleys and how nice they've been to my family in the past.

"Oh, I see. Settle down, no need to get a bee in your bonnet. You have a mind like your mother's, clever, headstrong...but you're too like your father. Very loyal, however, you can be cruel, good-natured, but your temper is explosive. Let's stick to your parental ties, shall we? Ravenclaw…or Gryffindor…"

The room was still and my heart was pounding in my chest. I felt like I was going to cry.

"Gryffindor!"

McGonagall took the Sorting Hat off my head and I was met with claps from Gryffindor. After taking a deep breath, I wandered over to the table and found a spot across from the Weasley Twins.

"Welcome to Gryffindor!" They chimed. "We're Fred and George!"


Please comment, I decided to give a bit of background that wasn't in the fic when I first wrote it.