Hannah Abbot was sitting at her desk, doing her summer homework. She had
decided to take a short break, and was attempting to draw a phoenix. 'It
looks more like a chicken' she thought. She crumpled up her parchment, and
threw it on the floor. She sighed as she looked at her unfinished History
of Magic homework. Write a three-foot paper on why house elves like work.
"Hermione must have had a hard time doing this one.' She thought. She
measured her paper again; just to be sure that she was measuring it right.
Two feet, four inches, still eight inches short. She picked up her quill
again, and opened her book. Just then, an owl came flying through the
window. It had the Hogwarts crest on it.
"A bit early for it to come." she said aloud to herself. She opened it, and read it to herself.
Dear Miss Riddle,
She paused, 'Miss Riddle? I am Hannah Abbot. It must have been mailed to me by mistake.' She crumpled it up, and threw it on the floor next to her picture of a phoenix. She dismissed the letter from her mind, and glanced back to her book. 'This is all a bunch of rubbish,' she through, 'why make us do this? We all know that house elves like to be enslaved.' She threw her book on the ground with a thud. She walked over to her bed that had a yellow and black blanket on it, and fell backwards, sighing.
Meanwhile, on the floor, the letter was glowing a bright green. It was smoothing out. Suddenly, it grew a pair of eyes. It shot up the air, and looked around. The eyes saw Hannah lying on her bed, and disappeared. The letter flew over to her, and slapped her on the face, and it fell down on her stomach. She looked down, and saw the letter.
"But you were mailed to me by accident!" she told it. Words formed on the envelope.
"No," it said, "it was you that is supposed to read me." She doubtfully picked it up, and opened it, a little too roughly.
Dear Miss Riddle, it read. She blinked. Now it read, Dear Miss Abbot. 'What?' she thought.
We have been discussing your case, and we have decided that we are going to replace you. Your former head of house, Professor Sprout, has agreed, that for the safety of you, and of her students, we will need to sort you again. Please inform your guardians that you will need transport to Platform 9 ¾ on August 31st. You will be sorted, and assigned to a different house.
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress.
She glanced at her calendar that was hanging over her desk. She had seven days to get to Kings Cross Station. She ran down the stairs, and went from room to room, looking for her parents.
"Mum?" she called, "Dad? Where are you?"
"We are out here!" came their reply from the porch. She ran outside.
"Mum? I need to get to Kings Cross a day early."
"Er, why?"
"Apparently I need to be sorted again." She said as she handed the letter to her mother. Her Mum read the letter, and handed it to her Dad. Hannah was getting shifty; she hated it when she couldn't read the expressions on her parent's faces.
"All right. We will take you. Do you want us to come on the train with you?"
"Nah, I think I will ask some of my friends." She said, and went back into the house, and back up to her room.
She sat back down at her desk, and wrote letters to Ernie Macmillan, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter.
Dear Ernie,
Hey, how are you? I am good. Something weird happened today. I got a letter today from McGonagall, and it said that I am to go to Kings Cross a day early. She said something about, I have been sorted wrong, and they are going to sort me again. Would you come a day early with me on the train? If not, I understand, but the train will be awfully empty.
Hannah
She sent the same letter to the rest of her friends. Than she sat back down, and worked on the last eight inches of her essay. She had just barely finished it, when another owl flew in the window. It was Ernie's owl, Aragon. She opened the letter, and found it was her own, but at the bottom, it said, "Of course I will come, wouldn't miss it for the world. See you on the 31st, than, Ernie" She sighed in relief, and waited for the rest of her friends to reply.
A/n: I hope you like it. Review if you do. Shadun.
"A bit early for it to come." she said aloud to herself. She opened it, and read it to herself.
Dear Miss Riddle,
She paused, 'Miss Riddle? I am Hannah Abbot. It must have been mailed to me by mistake.' She crumpled it up, and threw it on the floor next to her picture of a phoenix. She dismissed the letter from her mind, and glanced back to her book. 'This is all a bunch of rubbish,' she through, 'why make us do this? We all know that house elves like to be enslaved.' She threw her book on the ground with a thud. She walked over to her bed that had a yellow and black blanket on it, and fell backwards, sighing.
Meanwhile, on the floor, the letter was glowing a bright green. It was smoothing out. Suddenly, it grew a pair of eyes. It shot up the air, and looked around. The eyes saw Hannah lying on her bed, and disappeared. The letter flew over to her, and slapped her on the face, and it fell down on her stomach. She looked down, and saw the letter.
"But you were mailed to me by accident!" she told it. Words formed on the envelope.
"No," it said, "it was you that is supposed to read me." She doubtfully picked it up, and opened it, a little too roughly.
Dear Miss Riddle, it read. She blinked. Now it read, Dear Miss Abbot. 'What?' she thought.
We have been discussing your case, and we have decided that we are going to replace you. Your former head of house, Professor Sprout, has agreed, that for the safety of you, and of her students, we will need to sort you again. Please inform your guardians that you will need transport to Platform 9 ¾ on August 31st. You will be sorted, and assigned to a different house.
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress.
She glanced at her calendar that was hanging over her desk. She had seven days to get to Kings Cross Station. She ran down the stairs, and went from room to room, looking for her parents.
"Mum?" she called, "Dad? Where are you?"
"We are out here!" came their reply from the porch. She ran outside.
"Mum? I need to get to Kings Cross a day early."
"Er, why?"
"Apparently I need to be sorted again." She said as she handed the letter to her mother. Her Mum read the letter, and handed it to her Dad. Hannah was getting shifty; she hated it when she couldn't read the expressions on her parent's faces.
"All right. We will take you. Do you want us to come on the train with you?"
"Nah, I think I will ask some of my friends." She said, and went back into the house, and back up to her room.
She sat back down at her desk, and wrote letters to Ernie Macmillan, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter.
Dear Ernie,
Hey, how are you? I am good. Something weird happened today. I got a letter today from McGonagall, and it said that I am to go to Kings Cross a day early. She said something about, I have been sorted wrong, and they are going to sort me again. Would you come a day early with me on the train? If not, I understand, but the train will be awfully empty.
Hannah
She sent the same letter to the rest of her friends. Than she sat back down, and worked on the last eight inches of her essay. She had just barely finished it, when another owl flew in the window. It was Ernie's owl, Aragon. She opened the letter, and found it was her own, but at the bottom, it said, "Of course I will come, wouldn't miss it for the world. See you on the 31st, than, Ernie" She sighed in relief, and waited for the rest of her friends to reply.
A/n: I hope you like it. Review if you do. Shadun.