In front of the Great Hall, the first years are assembled. Decked in their black robes, filled with anxiety and anticipation, the large doors opened and revealed an old woman in spectacles, black and green velvet robes and a pointed hat.

"I am Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor House and your Transfiguration professor. All first years will follow me to be sorted in front of the Great Hall. Make a line, boys on the left and girls on the right." The students did as they were told and Morgan found herself behind Lily who was in front of a girl with long blonde hair with odd bits and pieces of seashells and gems on it.

The First Years oohed and aahed when they entered the Great Hall. Floating candles and sparkling stars filled the ceiling, a roaring fire lit the fireplace near the Hufflepuff table. Banners of the four houses floated above their respective table. On Morgans left is the Ravenclaw table and beside it the Slytherin table while on her right is the Gryffindor table.

It has been a while since she's seen this room so alive. Last time she was here it was filled with dead bodies, mourning families and students who could barely stomach the food the house elves prepared.

No, not again. She'll make sure that these children won't have to go through that. Voldemort and Dumbledore can shove their wands up their-.

"When I call your name you come in the front and I will put the sorting hat on your head. Whichever house you will be sorted in will be your family for the duration of your stay at Hogwarts. Good behaviour and good deeds will reward you house points while opposite will lose you house points."

"Leah Abbott" Morgan looked in front and saw a girl that looked a bit familiar. She thinks that the Trio had a friend named Abbott once. "Hufflepuff!"

The Hufflepuff table erupted in cheers and the older students welcomed the new student.

The Sorting was quick and most of the first students either ended up in Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. Lily and Remus ended up in Gryffindor as Morgan knew they would be.

"Hermione Black." Morgan's head shot up to the front and saw little Hermione with her bushy black hair walk up confidently to the stool. The Great Hall is silent except for the Slytherin table whose students were murmuring about the members of the Great Black Family all being sorted there.

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'Ms. Granger, I've sorted you before but here you are.' The sorting hat whispered in Hermione's head. She hopes that regardless of the family she ended up in, she'll still be sorted in Gryffindor. Merlin knows what she'll do to those future death eaters.

'Wouldn't you like to be sorted in Slytherin instead? You are very cunning, brave, unconditional loyalty and smart enough to bring glory and pass all of your subjects.'

"Not Slytherin." Hermione murmured unaware that the whole Great Hall could hear her.

'You'd be perfect for Slytherin!'

"No, not Slytherin. I want to go back home." Hermione has had enough of this time and they have barely even started their mission.

'Home, eh? Ravenclaw would suit you well but there is not enough competitiveness in you. Hufflepuff would only limit you growth..' The sorting hat thought for a while.

"Better be Gryffindor!" The Gryffindor table erupted in deafening applause and whoops. They got Black, they got Black!

The Slytherin, on the other hand, began their snide comments of Blood-traitor and disgrace to Purebloods. Hermione didn't care. She took off the hat and strolled to her House in relief. She might not have ended up with a good family in this time but at least at Hogwarts, some part of her old life will still be with her.

Morgan sighed in relief. The hat almost sorted Hermione in Slytherin and no good outcome will come from that decision.

Sirius is sorted next and the hat took a good few minutes and some arguing on Sirius' part before it yelled, "Gryffindor!"

The same thing that happened to Hermione, happened to Sirius. Morgan can imagine the howler that will come tomorrow once Walburga find out. She hopes that Walburga won't do anything too drastic. Sons are essential in the continuation of the Purebloods. She has Regulus but the younger Black is still too young to be groomed as the Heir.

Snape, along with some other kids, were sorted in Slytherin. Morgan saw the longing on Snape's eyes as he looked at the Gryffindor table, specifically Lily who was too busy laughing with Hermione and scolding Sirius and James for this and that.

Finally, the time came when Professor McGonagall said, "Morgana Potter!"

Morgan could feel the stares of Dumbledore, the Slytherin and her brother. It is now or never. She wants to be with her brother but life isn't fair.

'Is it Lady Black or Lady Potter, now?' The sorting hat asked her curiously.

"Whichever you prefer." Morgan replied and ignored the questioning looks from the first years.

'You have changed a lot since I last sorted you or when I will sort you. Time is a very complex and complicated thing, is it not? No matter. You would do well in Ravenclaw and Gryffindor. It looks like that you didn't come here for just a holiday.'

'Hat I will burn you to the ground if you even utter a word of this to Dumbledore.' Morgan threatened and the hat was silent.

"Slytherin." Some of the Slytherins yelled in joy while other were a bit confused and midly disgusted. Why was a Potter sorted here? Don't they always end up in Gryffindor?

The Purebloods are happy to be associated with a Potter. Their parents would be pleased to know that they could befriend a Potter much less stay in a House of one.

Morgan smiled and took of the hat and went to the Slytherin table. She tried to look for Snape but someone grabbed her arm and she found herself in front of a tall, pale and thin blonde girl with a sharp nose and blue eyes.

Young Narcissa Black

"Morgan, so nice to see you weren't sorted in the same house as your brother." Narcissa smiled at her.

Narcissa has, in the future, has always had a soft spot for Morgan even before the Malfoys took her in after Walburga's "accidental and unfortunate" death.

"It's been a while since we've had a tea party. I'll tell mother to invite you at some point during the holidays." Morgan warmly smiled at her long time friend.

Honestly, their mothers have tried their hardest to bring all the Pureblood children in any party or event the other houses have been holding. An inner circle for the Purebloods, whether they be purists or "blood-traitors". The gene pools for "blood purity" is scarce and it will only grow smaller should they fail.

"Hush now, cousin! That old fool is still babbling. Oh I do wish we could just remove his mouth." Bellatrix hissed from across Morgan

At last, Dumbledore said, "Classes will start tomorrow but for now, enjoy the feast prepared by our elves."

Enjoy they did.