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After a couple hours I was back at the magic castle with Dumbledore, who seemed consistently happy for seemingly no reason. It was slightly creepy. We had just finished buying all my witch supplies from all the shops and a trunk full of robes and books followed the headmaster floating a bit off the ground. Scrolls and ink quills also sat in the trunk. These people have no holograms to teach off of, I guess. There goes any hope of getting a holo-communicator on this planet. I was in wizarding robes myself, which for now was just a cloak that was thrown over my acolyte training clothes from when I had first arrived. I also had a pointed triangle shaped hat on my head. Apparently, the fashion here was ridiculous. I swear it is just to humiliate the witches in training. I also held a small cage in my arms that contained a beautiful tawny owl. She was currently sleeping with her heart-shaped head under her light tan feathers. I named her Padini.

Dumbledore turned around to me with his arms outstretched. "I'll take your owl to the owlery for you. The students are just arriving now, so after you are sorted, I will send all your school supplies to your new room."

I carefully handed Padini over to Dumbledore and adjusted my robes, double checking that my new wand was safely tucked into my belt. A professor, at least she looked like one, turned the corner and approached us. She was wearing dark green robes that brushed the ground and her hair was pinned up behind her head. A pair of specs sat carefully on her nose, giving her a stern but kind sort of look.

"Professor Dumbledore, it's good to see you again."

The headmaster smiled around my owl's cage and exclaimed brightly, "Professor McGonagall, here is our new student, Ms. Skywalker."

I smiled lightly at the teacher, "Nice to meet you."

"You as well. I'm glad you were able to join our school even on short notice. Come with me please, we shall get you sorted." I trotted after her, following the Professor down the candle-lit hallways.

"I hope to see you around Ms. Skywalker. Good luck with your sorting." Dumbledore's cheery voice called after us right has we turned the corner.

As we walked down the long hallways of the school Professor McGonagall began to inform me about the school, "We are headed to meet up with the other first years, all your age, for the start-of-the-term banquet where the sorting ceremony will take place. You will be placed in any one of the four houses we have here at Hogwarts, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff. Each of these houses have their own prestige to them and the people in them will become like your family for the school year. You will eat together, sleep to together, and spend most of your free time with each other. Now, each house gets awarded points for good behaviors, good grades, winning games, that sort of thing. However, misbehavior is not tolerated here and house points will be taken away. At the end of the school year, whichever house has the most points wins the house cup. Do you understand?"

"Yes." I wanted to ask what kind of test we had to go through to get sorted, but I feel as though she wouldn't tell me anyways.

"Excellent! I wish you the best of luck for your new school year Ms. Skywalker." She gave me a small kind smile as we turned the last corner to see a group of school children talking amongst themselves. I went and stood carefully in the back of the group and surveyed my fellow students. Some of these students will become my allies, some would become rivals. This should definitely be interesting.

"Now." Professor McGonagall clapped her hands together sharply, gathering the attention of all of us, "Form a line, the Sorting Ceremony is about to start."

A few jostling limbs later, and we were marched into a large banquet room, the ceiling itself reflecting the night sky and candles hang floating above our heads. Four long tables filled the room with students in the seats wearing house colors of red, green, blue or yellow. Banners hung above the corresponding tables. At the very front of the room sat a long table with no banners above it, full of stern or happy looking Professors. In front of a podium that McGonagall went to stand behind was a worn-out hat that was resting on a stool. The entire hall was waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, the hat seemed to open at its brim and to my surprise, began 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 am the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

That the Sorting Hat can't see.

So, try me on and I can tell you

Where you ought to be.

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 end.

So out 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 the Thinking Cap!"

The hall burst into applause after it finished its song, settling down neatly on the stool. "Great." I muttered, "Sentient clothing. Are the robes I'm wearing supposed to talk as well?" The girl next to me attempted to cover her giggle at my joke, her bushy hair swinging as she shook her head.

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and unrolled a long sheet of parchment. "When I call your name, put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted."

McGonagall began to call out names in alphabetical order by last name. When students put on the hat, it shouted out the name of a house. The Thinking Cap was never on someone's head longer than a minute or two, so the sorting went fairly fast. Every house cheered whenever they gained a new member. I ran my eyes along the professors table, and waited for my name to be called. A sudden hush fell over the students a particular first-year was brought forward. He was skinny beyond belief and had jet black hair with circular glasses perched on his nose.

"Harry Potter."

"Is it actually him?"

"I wonder what house he will be in?"

The whispers filled the hall as I studied this student. The hat draped over his eyes. Why was everyone so interested in him? He didn't really look like much, but if I had learned anything from my father, I knew never to underestimate a potential enemy. He ended up getting sorted into Gryffindor, something that house seemed very excited for.

"Skywalker, Leia." Professor McGonagall called. I walked up to the stool and placed the hat upon my head as the room went dark when the hat slipped over my eyes.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when a small voice whispered in my ear, "Interesting. Caught in the middle of a war, are we?"

My blood ran cold. So, this hat could really read your mind. Does that mean other wizards and witches could as well? Could I protect myself against something like this? The hat chuckled in my ear, "Ah, a smart one. You would make a good Ravenclaw. Don't worry, all your secrets are safe with me. Looking into your past though, you have been through much for one so young. Your wits have kept you alive as well as your cunning mind. Very ambitious. I think the perfect house for you would be… SLYTHERIN!"

I pulled the hat off of my head, glad to be rid of its presence. Dropping it down on the stool, I walked over to the cheering table with a green and silver banner. The other house tables watched, as I choose the closest seat, sitting next to a boy with platinum blond hair.

He grinned at me, "Welcome to the best house in Hogwarts! We are so gonna win the House Cup this year!" I smiled back, grinning as the cheering around the table died down. "My name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. Skywalker, right?"

He held his hand out to shake mine. I grasped it firmly and nodded, "Yep. My name's Leia. Nice to meet you." My other housemates nodded to me and introduced themselves as the sorting went on. There were so many people that I probably won't remember all their names, but everyone was so welcoming. I almost felt at home.

Lifting my head to the staff table I saw Dumbledore staring intently at our table. He stroked his beard as though he did not expect me to be put in Slytherin. I felt as though he was now more wary of my presence. I mean, I heard the whispers of the students from the other tables. Slytherin was known as the 'bad' or 'evil' house. Surely the teachers don't buy into stupid stereotypes. But the way he shifted into his seat as another student got sorted into my new house said otherwise. Well, this wasn't the first time I'd have to prove myself to others. Besides why should I care of what everyone else thought? I had my allies. Time to prove we were the best at this school.