A/N- Ah, me and my funky plots. Well, I hope you all enjoy this:). Please review and tell me if I should keep going or not, this was written mostly to cure my boredom. anyways, here ya go...by the way, yes, I know what a zamboni actually is.
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Harry, Ron and Hermione sat together at the start of their fifth year at Hogwarts. Professor Dumbledore rose to speak, just as Zamboni, Anya was made a Ravenclaw.
"Ehm. Welcome back to Hogwarts. Or of course if this is your first year here, welcome for the first time. Anyways, what I really wanted to say was we have a new transfer student from Ameriga. Excuse me, America. Before I introduce you to her, I mean introduce her to you, I would like to tell you all a bit about her first." The headmaster stated.
Back by the Slytherins, Hermione spotted Draco Malfoy rolling his eyes, looking very bored. He whispered something to the giant klutz next to him, who immediately started laughing uncontrollably.
"This girl is in the fifth year, and was adopted by and American family from a British orphanage. Fortunately, she was adopted into a wizarding family. If anyone has any questions about her. . ." Dumbledore looked straight at Harry. "come to my office after the ceremony is over. Well, Let me introduce you to..."
"POTTER, MARISSA!" someone called, interrupting the headmaster.
Gasps came from all four houses as the silence was broken and people started talking amongst themselves. Hermione looked at Harry. Harry looked at Ron. Ron looked at Harry. The three looked at the girl who was now walking up to the stool.
The girl looked about four inches shorter than Harry. She too had sparkling emerald eyes that looked around her as she approached the stool. She had black hair that just reached her elbows, but unlike Harry's, her hair was perfectly in place.
The girl calmly approached the stool and sat down. She put the hat on. Just then, a strange thing happened. The hat called out her house.
"SLYFFINDOR!"
"Wha..What?!" Hermione yelled, to no one in particular. Ron looked around. He noticed that most of the school had reacted just as Hermione did.
"Wait a minute." Dumbledore spoke. " This will be sorted out. Marissa dear, just think to the hat that there is no slyffindor. It has to chose either Slytherin or Gryffindor."
Harry was on the edge of his seat. He knew that the only reason he himself wasn't in slytherin was because he had asked not to be put there. He hoped that this girl would think the same thing. But her doubted that she would even know the difference between the houses.
The girl sat there for nearly ten minutes.
During that time, Malfoy and his crew took a sudden interest in the girl. yes, She was pretty with her small frame, long flowing hair, and clear eyes, but there was something else about her.
Draco heard the boy to his right whistle. He turned to face his friend Vincent Crabbe.
"Look at her. I hope she's in slytherin, then I can..." The bulky boy started, But was cut of by a glare from Malfoy. A glare that clearly read 'Lay Off.'
Unfortunately, Harry's fear was true. The girl had no clue what the difference between Gryffindor and Slitherin was. Much to Malfoy's delight, the hat called out loud and clear,
"SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherin house cheered while the other three groaned. Draco Malfoy made his way to the head to the crowd to 'welcome' the girl to the house. His two 'bodyguards' of friends tagged close behind him.
A sly grin came to the blonde haired boy's face as he held a hand out to the girl. His own cold silvery blue eyes met the girl's sparkling green ones as she took his hand.
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"Professor?" Harry asked as he quietly opened the door to the headmasters office. When he entered he found Marissa sitting in a chair across from Dumbledore's desk. She looked up and greeted him with a warm smile.
"She's in Slytherin? No way there must be a mistake or something" Harry thought as he took the seat next to her.
"Harry." Professor Dumbledore spoke.
"I take it that you're here to speak about the girl?" The headmaster continued.
Harry nodded and looked from Dumbledore to the girl, then back to Dumbledore.
"Well, " The headmaster started. " Marissa here. Well, She's your sister."