Some giant man called Hagrid, led her and the first years
to Hogwarts using a boat. Amanda thought this was very silly
and wonderd why they couldn't just use the door like every
one else had. 'Must be another British thing' she shook her head.
They finally got to the inside of the Castle and into the
grade room. She saw hundreds of eyes staring her down.
She heard whispering but instead just ignored it. She caught
Harry and Hermoine looking at her and they smiled. She smiled
back. THen she saw Ron next to them. He looked away. She
rolled her eyes. 'What is with him!' she yelled in her head.
A teacher, Proffesser McGongal, usherd them to the front
of the room where a stool and what looked like an old hat,
that had obviously been used many times before, sitting
ontop.

"All you have to do is put this hat ontop of your head
and it will call out which house you will be in. The
houses are, Huffle Puff, (the hufflepuffs cheered) Griffandor
(Harry, Hermoine, and Ron cheered along with their table),
Slytherin (A bunch of ugly, evil looking kids cheered, Amanda
feard that she would be put into this group.) and Ravenclaw (the
last table cheerd). Now, I will call you up by name and
you will put on the hat then go to your designated areas.
"Abduil, Patrick" after a moment or two it yelled,

"Raven Claw!" more and more names were called but she didn't
hear them. She was busy concintrating on the houses and
teachers. Then an old man with the name tag of Dumbledore
head master, stood up.

"This year, we have a new student from America. Her name
is Amanda. She will be joining our seventh years." he motiond
for Amanda to sit on the stool. She did so and slipped the
hat over her head.

"Well, well, well, I think I know where to sit you."

"No, please not slytherin!"

"Not slytherin? why, wouldn't your father be dissapointed
if you were not to follow in his way? in his class?"

"I don't want to be my father I hate him! He's evil."

"Your Voldemorts daughter... remeber that. YOu have his power!
his ability! You could be greater than even him."

"What, greater in evil? or power? I don't want to be him
I want to destroy him!"

"Hmmmm determination. hmmmm tricky call... I'll put you in
lets say Gryffandor? They will help you to overcome
temptation to join the dark side and when time comes to
fight... well im sure they will be very happy to know they
have his own blood and power on their side."

"Fine then." The hat yelled out for her to go to Gryffandor.
Was it right? Would she be able to be greater than him?
could these new classmates really use her in the fight against
good and evil? She hoped so. She gave a silent prayer to
God as she sat next to Hermoine. We'll have to see. She
felt a sharp pain in her arm. It burnd! she wanted to
scream out in pain but didn't make a sound. She felt the
blood draining out of her face as people started to stare
at her. She bit her lip. She knew what was happining.
This was a call, from her father, in her scar that she had
printed on her arm. It was a black crown with a golden snake
crawling through it. It was a simble that meant she was
the dark princess.