Grudges
Sakura walked out of the
train with Kurai in hand. A booming voice broke the silence.
"Firs' years! Firs' years this way!"
Hermoine grinned. "That's Hagrid. Um— his hearts pure gold. You'll like
him. Now, you're still in your 7th year, but you'll have to be sorted into your
house."
They entered the Great Hall. Sakura's eyes widened when she
saw the ceiling was a perfect replica of the outside sky. She glanced over at
the tables and found many adults — teachers — seated there.
"Close your mouth, missy. I suppose where you come from you've never seen
so many wonders!" Malfoy sneered.
Ron scoffed. "For your information, she comes from a manor in a valley by
the ocean, she is the Duchess of Silverlake, daughter of the mage Numair Salmalín
and wildmage Veralidaine Sarrasri Salmalín." He took a breath and straightened.
"It's also by a wealthy city where there are more things to see than you've
laid eyes on in a lifetime, Malfoy!"
Malfoy smirked. "Why, Weasley's in love! Don't expect her to love you back,
though. Even Mudblood here wouldn't." He teased. "Are you in love too,
Potter?"
"No, Malfoy." Harry answered.
Sakura noticed the tint of pink in Harry's cheeks and smiled.
"But what would a ferret know about love? Really, even ferrets experience
it, so you don't even have the right to call yourself one of them, and you took
the shape of one not long ago!" Her eyes twinkled. "Oh, yes. I know
ALL about that. White really isn't you color, Malfoy."
Malfoy stood there for a second, stunned. Then he turned
around and stalked off.
"Would Sakura Salmalín please come to Professor Dumbledore's office
immediately. Thank you." A voice — Professor McGonagall — said, her
voice magnified. Sakura sighed.
"Do you know the way?" Ron asked her.
"I'll find it, don't worry." She smiled.
Sakura headed down the Hall. She came to a statue, and spotted a woman by it.
Her hair was black like Harry's, only tied in a tight bun at the back of her
head. She was tall with serious eyes and square glasses.
"Please come in." Professor McGonagall said.
"Yes ma'am." Sakura replied.
They entered the room to find a man seated at the desk. His hair and beard were silver, and he had sparkling blue eyes. He motioned for them to sit down, and they did.
"As you may know," he began, "I am Professor Dumbledore, the Headmaster of this school."
"Yes, sir, I do."
"Good." Dumbledore replied. "We need to discuss certain... situations. First off, I recall a young man entering Hogwarts looking mad, frightened, baffled, irritated... the list could go on..."
Sakura looked down and blush. "I do too, sir. His name was... Malfoy, sir."
"Could you please tell me what happened?" He asked.
"Yes, sir. You see, sir, I all started on the Hogwarts Express. I had just finished changing into my robes." She started. "He then walked in Hermoine Granger's, Harry Potter's, Ron Weasley's and my compartment. He started taunting me. I retorted, and he performed the Crutacious Curse." She paused. "Sir, before I go further, you need to know this: I have the Wild gift, the result of a mage and wildmage, and my color is teal. I refer to 'color' sir, as my power shade. So, I blocked his spell and knocked it away. He got angry and shouted "Avada Kedavra!" Well, I know that it is the Killing Curse, so I made my power grow and blasted the Curse. My power then knocked Malfoy out." Sakura took a breath. "I then took his to the nurse at the front compartment."
"I see." Dumbledore said. "Malfoy has always been a pert.. though I don't pick favorites..."
"I understand, sir." She replied politely.
"Not many young people are polite these days, Miss Sakura. I believe you will stay so kind."
"I plan to, sir."
"We also need to talk about your coming in your seventh year." Sakura had forgotten that Professor McGonagall was there. "Did you learn any spells at home?"
"Yes, ma'am. As I said, my mother and father were mages. My mother—" She had almost told them her mother was part immortal! She hastily added, "—my mother had the Wildgift, ma'am. My mother and father... they don't need wands to cast spells. You see, ma'am, outside of your wizard world, there is rankings for mages. There are different colors — red, gold, pearl — but the Black Robe is the highest of all. My father, Numair Salmalín, was a Black Robe. If my mother had decided to test for one, her power of Wildmagic would have automatically gotten her Black Robe." She explained.
"Ah." McGonagall replied, shocked.
Dumbledore took over for her. "You will be sorted into your house with the first years at the Feast. Very well then, you may go."
"Thank you, sir." Sakura curtsied.
"Very nice girl. If she's a genius, she's perfect." McGonagall muttered when Sakura left.
Sakura nervously waited in line to be sorted.
"Wouldn't it be a shame, if she wasn't made a Griffindor?" Hermoine asked as Madison, Luna became a Griffindor.
"Hermoine, don't think like that!" Ron exclaimed while they clapped.
"Orianne, Lorraine! " McGonagall shouted.
The little peach-skinned brunette walked timidly to the Hat. As soon as she placed it on her head, it screamed,
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Now Professor McGonagall was at the R's.
"Rae, Rebecca!" Became a Ravenclaw, and "Royd, Sylvester!" Became a Slytherin.
"Sakura's next after this one!" Harry told them.
"Safford, Santiago!" Became a Slytherin, and finally it was Sakura's turn.
"Salmalín, Sakura!" McGonagall announced. Sakura sat on the stool and put the hat on. After a minute of silence, the hat shouted, "GRIFFINDOR!" and the table erupted in cheers, claps, and whistles.
She went over to the table and sat down.