The four boys sat on the warm, comfortable bench with worried expressions
plastered on their faces. They all knew that the brain power of Hannah and
the magic talent of Hermione combined was a very dangerous thing, indeed.
Hannah threw a quick glance at the boys, and gave them an evil grin. The
worried look suddenly turned to a look of horror. Harry, Ernie, Justin, and
Ron all looked as if they had been petrified by the heir of Slytherin's
monster (which one of them had).
"Erm." Harry, apparently, had something to say about the look on Hannah's face, "could you please look away? That expression is giving me the creeps!"
"It should be! Are you scared, boy's?"
"NO!" Ron shouted, "I am most definitely NOT scared!"
"Maybe you should be." stated Hermione, with her nose buried in a school book, "you should be." The worried look came back on Ron's face.
*****
As the train slowly creaked to a stop at the station in Hogsmeade. The six students pulled them selves out of their dreamy sleep, and out of the train. They looked around for the friendly face of Hagrid. Their faces fell as realization flooded over them. Today WASN'T the first day of the school year, tomorrow was. And that meant that Hagrid wasn't going to be there. They looked around, and realized that no one was going to be able to carry their belongings up to the castle. The reluctantly took all of their things up in their arms. Hermione put a lightening spell on the trunks, so they would be easier to carry. They made their way across the grassy front lawn, and up the slopes to the castle.
The large front doors slowly creaked open as to let them in. Hannah took the very first step into her new home for the next year. She couldn't wait for the year to start. The Fat Friar was one of her favorite people, or ghosts, to talk to. Her favorite teacher was Professor Sprout, she was defiantly the most interesting teacher, but that was why Hannah liked her. Her least favorite people in the castle was Peeves and Mr. Filch.
The group took a deep breath, and sucked in all of the sweet smelling air. Professor Dumbledore must of known that they had arrived, for he was suddenly standing in front of them.
"Students," he announced, although there were only six people listening, "will you please go up to your dormitories, and Hannah, please follow me." He finished with a slight smile on his face.
******
The door closed in Professor Dumbledore's office, and Hannah was suddenly face to face with the other teachers, and the Minister of Magic.
Professor McGonagall placed the three legged stool on the floor, and signaled to Hannah to sit down. She sat. The too big, tattered sorting hat was suddenly on her head once more. This time, the hat did not start to whisper in her ear, instead, it was mumbling to it's self. It seemed to be deciding between two different choices.
"Well?" asked Professor Snape.
"HUSH!" replied Professor Trelawney, "It needs to be able to see the answer.don't cloud it's inner eye!"
"SLYTHERIN!" shouted the hat. Hannah was frozen on the stool.
"But-but.why?" she asked
"Well," it began, "you are clearly of Slytherin descendent. You may not know it, but you may be happy now. Just open you mind." She looked to Dumbledore for support.
"Hannah," he said solemnly, "We have traced your blood line. Your father was not who you think he was."
"Who was he then?" she challenged him.
"Have you haver heard of Tom Marvolo Riddle?" she nodded "He is your father."
"But I never knew who he was." she let this thought trail off.
"Abbott," said Snape, as if to answer her question, "Your Father is Lord Voldemort." with those last words, Hannah fainted, and fell of the stool and landed on the floor with a thud.
"Erm." Harry, apparently, had something to say about the look on Hannah's face, "could you please look away? That expression is giving me the creeps!"
"It should be! Are you scared, boy's?"
"NO!" Ron shouted, "I am most definitely NOT scared!"
"Maybe you should be." stated Hermione, with her nose buried in a school book, "you should be." The worried look came back on Ron's face.
*****
As the train slowly creaked to a stop at the station in Hogsmeade. The six students pulled them selves out of their dreamy sleep, and out of the train. They looked around for the friendly face of Hagrid. Their faces fell as realization flooded over them. Today WASN'T the first day of the school year, tomorrow was. And that meant that Hagrid wasn't going to be there. They looked around, and realized that no one was going to be able to carry their belongings up to the castle. The reluctantly took all of their things up in their arms. Hermione put a lightening spell on the trunks, so they would be easier to carry. They made their way across the grassy front lawn, and up the slopes to the castle.
The large front doors slowly creaked open as to let them in. Hannah took the very first step into her new home for the next year. She couldn't wait for the year to start. The Fat Friar was one of her favorite people, or ghosts, to talk to. Her favorite teacher was Professor Sprout, she was defiantly the most interesting teacher, but that was why Hannah liked her. Her least favorite people in the castle was Peeves and Mr. Filch.
The group took a deep breath, and sucked in all of the sweet smelling air. Professor Dumbledore must of known that they had arrived, for he was suddenly standing in front of them.
"Students," he announced, although there were only six people listening, "will you please go up to your dormitories, and Hannah, please follow me." He finished with a slight smile on his face.
******
The door closed in Professor Dumbledore's office, and Hannah was suddenly face to face with the other teachers, and the Minister of Magic.
Professor McGonagall placed the three legged stool on the floor, and signaled to Hannah to sit down. She sat. The too big, tattered sorting hat was suddenly on her head once more. This time, the hat did not start to whisper in her ear, instead, it was mumbling to it's self. It seemed to be deciding between two different choices.
"Well?" asked Professor Snape.
"HUSH!" replied Professor Trelawney, "It needs to be able to see the answer.don't cloud it's inner eye!"
"SLYTHERIN!" shouted the hat. Hannah was frozen on the stool.
"But-but.why?" she asked
"Well," it began, "you are clearly of Slytherin descendent. You may not know it, but you may be happy now. Just open you mind." She looked to Dumbledore for support.
"Hannah," he said solemnly, "We have traced your blood line. Your father was not who you think he was."
"Who was he then?" she challenged him.
"Have you haver heard of Tom Marvolo Riddle?" she nodded "He is your father."
"But I never knew who he was." she let this thought trail off.
"Abbott," said Snape, as if to answer her question, "Your Father is Lord Voldemort." with those last words, Hannah fainted, and fell of the stool and landed on the floor with a thud.