Fathers day 3
"Wesley Saltz"
"Hufflepuff"
"Corina Smakly"
"Ravenclaw"
"Allora Snape" The entire student body gasped at the name. The new beauty was none other than a Snape. Every guy from fourth year down had been eyeing her in line. She was striking and completely different form most of the girls. She had an ethereal quality and a confidence to match. When the sorting hat was on her head she listened to the silence for some time. Finally she thought to the hat.
"Hello are you there?"
"Yes Ms. Snape, I am just completely confused by your presence."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to befuddle you, what seems to be the problem."
"You don't seem to fit anywhere. It is almost like you belong in a house of your own."
"Have you been talking to dad?"
"No, my dear, I haven't had the pleasure in a number of years. Although he did once right this wonderful song for me. But that is beside the point. I really don't know where to put you. Are you sure you don't want to live with your father?" Allora thought for some time. If she stayed she could help him more but she wouldn't make friends as easy, if at all. She really wanted to be with people her own age.
"Well my dear, if that is really what you want then you need to be in Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. They are the ones with the best friends."
"I could go to Gryffindor, I could be ..."
"Yes dear, I think your mind is made up." then out loud,
"Gryffindor" The stunned silence was broken by a lone clapper. Alllora looked up at the high table to see her dad applauding her. What she didn't know was that he didn't want her in Slytherin as everyone might expect. He had hoped that she might go to Gryffindor, considering.
Soon the entire hall was applauding and Allora sat down at the Gryffindor table. She was met enthusiastically by the other first years. The ones that didn't know her father. The other Gryffindors had some trepidation. Except Fred and George who pointed out that he may take off less house points if his family is in the house. Allora looked down the table to the one person she wanted to see. He was staring back at her, a confused look on his face. She smiled and waved, he returned the greeting and it was swiftly followed by a smack to the head by the red head. Allora knew it was Ron Weasley. Actually, she knew all of them. In almost ever house. She looked around and saw all the fifth and forth years, all the ones that had things happen to them and all because of him, Harry Potter. Her cousin.