Disclaimer: I own Simone and Arissa Malfoy, Justin Potter, Jessica and Landon Weasley, Professor Lynch, and all students. All other characters are from the brilliant mind of J.K. Rowling.

(A/N) This will be the only chapter where Simone and Arissa narrate!

Chapter Seven: The Hat Says?

Simone

You'd think I'd be scared to come off the train only to see a giant bellowing for the first years, but I wasn't. I remember Mum telling us about Hagrid. She says he's a really sweet man, but warned us to never eat his cooking!

After I saw him, I nudged Arissa and pointed to him.

"Simone? Isn't that Hagrid?" she asked.

"Yes, it's him," I replied. "Maybe he'll remember Mum."

"Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" he bellowed.

"We'll see him later," I told Arissa. "He'll most likely be at the feast, right?"

We started to move, but stopped when we realized that Jessica wasn't walking with us. She seemed glued to the floor.

"Jessica, come on!" I said, tugging on her robes. "Hagrid isn't going to hurt you."

"I know that," she whispered.

"Then why aren't you moving?" Arissa asked her.

"I'm a little nervous about the Sorting Ceremony."

"Jessica! You can't be serious! You'll be a Gryffindor like Justin and Landon!"

"Well, since you put it that way. Come on!"

We laughed. "That's the Jessie we know and love!" Arissa said excitedly.

Arissa, Jessica, and I made our way to the front of the crowd.

"Any more firs' years? No? All right, then. No more than four to a boat!" he said.

The three of us were joined by another student, Jordan Rodriguez, for our journey across the lake.

Then we saw it, Hogwarts, our home for the next seven years.

Our boat ride finally ended as we landed on shore, near the entrance to the school.

"You wait here," Hagrid said as he pounded on the large door.

A few seconds passed before an old woman, dressed in robes, came to address us.

"Here are the firs' years, Professor McGonagall."

"Thank you, Hagrid," she said. "I will take them from here."

She turned to us. "Follow me please."

We followed her up a flight of stairs, and through about five hallways before she stopped at another large door.

It was there she explained the Houses, the points, and how our Houses would be our family for the next seven years.

"I will be right back," she said. "I must see if the others are ready for the Ceremony." The door closed.

Arissa and I exchanged glances. "We have to try on the hat in front of the entire school?" Arissa squeaked.

I nodded. "Apparently, Mum and Dad left something out when they told us about Hogwarts."

That set off a whole new conversation among the other first years. I heard snippets of conversation, some repeating Arissa, others laughing.

"Oh, look!" another first year exclaimed. "Ghosts!"

I turned around as the ghosts came to "visit" us.

"Oh, look, Fat Friar. It's the first years!" one of them said.

The Fat Friar smiled. "Well, hello, children. Welcome to Hogwarts!"

They disappeared through the doors. More conversation was heard throughout the first years.

The door opened. Professor McGonagall came out.

"We are ready for you now. Please form a straight line."

We formed the straight line she asked for, and she led us through the Great Hall. The famous Hogwarts Sorting Hat was perched on top of a stool in front of the Hall.

 "Gather around here, everybody," Professor McGonagall called.

We never expected the Hat to start singing!

"Oh yeah, Mum and Dad really left something out," I said to Arissa.

The Hat stopped singing and the whole Hall exploded in cheers.

Professor McGonagall pulled out a roll of parchment. "Now when I call your name, please come up. I will place the Hat on your head to be Sorted into your House."

"Brown, Jeanette!"

A girl with dark brown hair sat on the stool and put the Hat on her head. A few seconds later, the Hat shouted, "RAVENCLAW!"

It went that way for the next few students. One student was on the stool for almost a full minute before the Hat declared him a Slytherin.

"Malfoy, Arissa!"

Arissa went up for her turn with the Hat.

Arissa

Professor McGonagall placed the Hat on my head, blocking my view of the other students.

A voice popped inside my head.

"Oh, a Malfoy, eh? Wait! What is this? You're not cunning, shrewd, power-hungry, or ambitious! I can't place you in Slytherin. I sense bravery, though. Not a bad mind either. Well, better be, GRYFFINDOR!"

I breathed a sigh of relief. I proved Lucius wrong. I jumped off the stool to join my new classmates.

That was before I heard the school talking.

"Oh my God! A Malfoy that's not in Slytherin?"

"What will her father say?"

I ignored them and went to the Gryffindor table.

Simone

I smiled. I knew Arissa would be a Gryffindor. The first Malfoy that's not in Slytherin. Lucius would have a heart attack. Not that I care, though.

"Malfoy, Simone!"

 I heard conversation throughout the Great Hall.

"Another Malfoy?"

"Will she be in Slytherin? Her sister isn't!"

Professor McGonagall placed the hat on my head, just like she did the other students.

"Ah, another Malfoy," the Hat said. "Just like your sister, I see. Bravery is your strongest attribute. I know where to put you! GRYFFINDOR!"

I lived up to my parents' expectations. Wouldn't Dad be impressed!

I joined Arissa at the Gryffindor table, just as the next student was being Sorted, Amanda Moran, another Hufflepuff.

A few students were left. Jordan was Sorted into Gryffindor.

It was Jessica's turn now. She was pale as she went up to Professor McGonagall.

The Hat was barely touching her head when it screamed, "RAVENCLAW!"

Arissa and I exchanged looks. Jessica wasn't in Gryffindor? What are we going to do?

The last student, Adrian Zabine, was Sorted into Gryffindor. The stool and the Hat were taken away.

Professor Dumbledore rose from the middle of the staff table. "I'd like to say a few words before we start eating and here they are: Sidekick! Mouthwash! Weirdo! Hair! Let's eat!"

I never saw so much food in my entire life. Roasted chicken, roast beef, and many other things filled the table. We talked to our fellow Gryffindors: Jordan, Christina, Lisa, Alexander, Adrian, Brice, Christopher, and Michael.

"I can't believe it!" Jordan said. "You two are Malfoys and you're not in Slytherin!"

"You have to remember something," I told her. "Our mother was a Gryffindor."

Arissa nodded. "Yep, maybe you've heard of her. Hermione Granger Malfoy."

"Hermione Granger is your mother?" Lisa asked. "One of the smartest witches this school has ever seen?"

"Yeah, that's her!" Arissa said.

Before we knew it, dinner was over. After Dumbledore reminded the students about the Forbidden Forest and such, we went off to our dormitories.

The Gryffindor prefect, Amanda Lindsey, led us to the portrait of a very fat lady in a pink silk dress.

"Password?" the portrait asked.

"Lion's pride," Amanda answered.

The portrait opened, revealing our Common Room.

"All right everyone!" Amanda exclaimed. "The girls' dorms are upstairs to your right! Boys, same, but to your left. Good night, everyone!"

Arissa and I went upstairs to send an owl to our parents.

(A/N) There you have it! There are no Malfoys in Slytherin in this story! You know the drill! Review!