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Professor McGonagall was waiting for us as my friends and I got out of the carriage. The students watched as she came towards us.
"Already in trouble, huh?" A student asked another.
"I don't know. I don't even know who they are," she answered.
"Hurry, get inside," said McGonagall. She turned to us. "I'm glad you all are here. You will be sorted before the first years. Just stand by the professors' table." We started to walk in, but McGonagall stopped me.
"Your uncle wants to talk to you after the feast. He will meet you outside the Great Hall" After I nodded, she let me walk inside.
It had seemed that I have known McGonagall all my life. She had always been so serious, but there was something added now. I knew there was some fear, but she wouldn't let that show. No, it was something else. Something I would have to ponder on later, because at that moment we had reached the Great Hall.
I quickly walked to catch up with my friends. Turning slightly, I saw my uncle. I gave him a slight smile and he returned it. I could hear the shocked Ron sputter about Snape actually smiling. This caused a huge grin to cross my face.
Soon the first years began to enter the Great Hall and all talk stopped. Everyone was shocked when Professor Dumbledore stood up. Normally he waits until the sorting is, before he speaks.
"Students," he said in that old wise man's voice of his, "now is a difficult time for us. Wizards must stick together and lend a helping hand. This is why we have three special students with us this year. Before the first years are sorted, they will be. Professor," he ended with a nod to McGonagall.
"Michelle Brown." Michelle walked timidly up to the stool and sorting hat. She was unsure of what to do. A home, we went to what could only be called a muggle's high school. The only difference was that we took classes based on magic.
Before the hat had anytime to settle, it yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!" A loud roar sounded from what one could assume was the Gryffindor table. Michelle hopped down and made her way towards Ron, Harry and Hermione.
Once she was seated, McGonagall called, "Jessica Jones." Jessy also watched the hat suspiciously as she sat down. Again the hat spent little time deliberating before shouting "GRYFFINDOR!"
I was next. I barely heard McGonagall call y name, but I did hear the many sharp intakes of breath. I sat down and McGonagall placed the hat on me.
"Umm." said a voice. "There is so much potential in you. Just where will it shine the most? Many of your family members were Slytherins, but do you fit there?"
"I fit anywhere a Malfoy isn't," I said to myself.
"So, it shall be.GRYFFINDOR!"
The hat was lifted from my head and I saw Jessy and Michelle bouncing up and down. I made my way to them and sat down.
"For a minute there, I thought you were going to go to Slytherin," Jessy moaned. "Could you have believed it if we had come all the way over here to be with you, and then have to separate?"
I laughed at her dramatic and listen as the first years were separated. Once that was done, the feast began. Everyone was in a good mood, but I wanted to talk to my uncle. I had to know why I was being sent here.
As soon as the feast was over, I ran for the doors. I had to push my way through, but I finally got there. He only arrived after all the kids had left.
"Hello Uncle," I said as I gave him a hug.
"Hello. Follow me to my office." He began to lead the way to the dungeons. I never knew what his fascination was with dark places, but this was the perfect place for his office. "Here you go," he said as he opened the door.
I took a seat next to the fire and he followed suit. I had never been very shy around him, so I bluntly asked him, "Why must I come to Hogwarts? Why do I need to be protected?"
"The Dark Lord is worried about where your mother's loyalties lie. He has no problems with me. Your mother wanted you here, in case." he trailed off, but I knew what he was going to say.
"In case he kills her." I jumped out of my chair and began to pace his office. "Do I have no voice in this matter?! I don't want my mother waving good bye to me to be the last time I see her! It still doesn't explain why she sent me to you."
"She wasn't only sending you to me; she was sending you to Dumbledore. If it looks like I'm taking you up under my wings, The Dark Lord might not come after you. He still decides to come after you, and then Dumbledore will be here to protect you."
"Why would Lord Voldemort come after me?"
"I can not tell." Snape said quietly.
"Uncle." I said to get the answer out of him.
"I said I CAN NOT TELL!" On very few occasions had he yelled at me. To see him in such a state was scary. "You should head back to your room now. I will see you tomorrow."
I left with my head down. I wanted to know so much more, but I knew he would never tell me. He was unlike my mother in that respect. She would tell me everything; he would tell me nothing.
After taking a few wrong turns, I reached the Great Hall. In my rush, I never found out where my quarters were. I felt relief when Michelle and Jessy were waiting for me.
"Professor McGonagall told us to wait for you. We are to show you where the Gryffindor rooms are," Michelle said. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Let's go. I'm tired."
She led the way and Jessy wasn't that far behind her. I stayed a little back. They knew that I was thinking and that I wanted peace. We finally reached the portrait of the fat lady. After saying the password, we entered and went straight for bed. That was how we ended our first day.
A/N: Please enjoy and review.
Professor McGonagall was waiting for us as my friends and I got out of the carriage. The students watched as she came towards us.
"Already in trouble, huh?" A student asked another.
"I don't know. I don't even know who they are," she answered.
"Hurry, get inside," said McGonagall. She turned to us. "I'm glad you all are here. You will be sorted before the first years. Just stand by the professors' table." We started to walk in, but McGonagall stopped me.
"Your uncle wants to talk to you after the feast. He will meet you outside the Great Hall" After I nodded, she let me walk inside.
It had seemed that I have known McGonagall all my life. She had always been so serious, but there was something added now. I knew there was some fear, but she wouldn't let that show. No, it was something else. Something I would have to ponder on later, because at that moment we had reached the Great Hall.
I quickly walked to catch up with my friends. Turning slightly, I saw my uncle. I gave him a slight smile and he returned it. I could hear the shocked Ron sputter about Snape actually smiling. This caused a huge grin to cross my face.
Soon the first years began to enter the Great Hall and all talk stopped. Everyone was shocked when Professor Dumbledore stood up. Normally he waits until the sorting is, before he speaks.
"Students," he said in that old wise man's voice of his, "now is a difficult time for us. Wizards must stick together and lend a helping hand. This is why we have three special students with us this year. Before the first years are sorted, they will be. Professor," he ended with a nod to McGonagall.
"Michelle Brown." Michelle walked timidly up to the stool and sorting hat. She was unsure of what to do. A home, we went to what could only be called a muggle's high school. The only difference was that we took classes based on magic.
Before the hat had anytime to settle, it yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!" A loud roar sounded from what one could assume was the Gryffindor table. Michelle hopped down and made her way towards Ron, Harry and Hermione.
Once she was seated, McGonagall called, "Jessica Jones." Jessy also watched the hat suspiciously as she sat down. Again the hat spent little time deliberating before shouting "GRYFFINDOR!"
I was next. I barely heard McGonagall call y name, but I did hear the many sharp intakes of breath. I sat down and McGonagall placed the hat on me.
"Umm." said a voice. "There is so much potential in you. Just where will it shine the most? Many of your family members were Slytherins, but do you fit there?"
"I fit anywhere a Malfoy isn't," I said to myself.
"So, it shall be.GRYFFINDOR!"
The hat was lifted from my head and I saw Jessy and Michelle bouncing up and down. I made my way to them and sat down.
"For a minute there, I thought you were going to go to Slytherin," Jessy moaned. "Could you have believed it if we had come all the way over here to be with you, and then have to separate?"
I laughed at her dramatic and listen as the first years were separated. Once that was done, the feast began. Everyone was in a good mood, but I wanted to talk to my uncle. I had to know why I was being sent here.
As soon as the feast was over, I ran for the doors. I had to push my way through, but I finally got there. He only arrived after all the kids had left.
"Hello Uncle," I said as I gave him a hug.
"Hello. Follow me to my office." He began to lead the way to the dungeons. I never knew what his fascination was with dark places, but this was the perfect place for his office. "Here you go," he said as he opened the door.
I took a seat next to the fire and he followed suit. I had never been very shy around him, so I bluntly asked him, "Why must I come to Hogwarts? Why do I need to be protected?"
"The Dark Lord is worried about where your mother's loyalties lie. He has no problems with me. Your mother wanted you here, in case." he trailed off, but I knew what he was going to say.
"In case he kills her." I jumped out of my chair and began to pace his office. "Do I have no voice in this matter?! I don't want my mother waving good bye to me to be the last time I see her! It still doesn't explain why she sent me to you."
"She wasn't only sending you to me; she was sending you to Dumbledore. If it looks like I'm taking you up under my wings, The Dark Lord might not come after you. He still decides to come after you, and then Dumbledore will be here to protect you."
"Why would Lord Voldemort come after me?"
"I can not tell." Snape said quietly.
"Uncle." I said to get the answer out of him.
"I said I CAN NOT TELL!" On very few occasions had he yelled at me. To see him in such a state was scary. "You should head back to your room now. I will see you tomorrow."
I left with my head down. I wanted to know so much more, but I knew he would never tell me. He was unlike my mother in that respect. She would tell me everything; he would tell me nothing.
After taking a few wrong turns, I reached the Great Hall. In my rush, I never found out where my quarters were. I felt relief when Michelle and Jessy were waiting for me.
"Professor McGonagall told us to wait for you. We are to show you where the Gryffindor rooms are," Michelle said. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Let's go. I'm tired."
She led the way and Jessy wasn't that far behind her. I stayed a little back. They knew that I was thinking and that I wanted peace. We finally reached the portrait of the fat lady. After saying the password, we entered and went straight for bed. That was how we ended our first day.