Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling; I'm never going to be her; these characters
don't belong to me
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction - I normally write Star Trek: Voyager instead! (And I can't imagine a crossover between them - yet!!) This was based on a very, very strange dream I had and maybe one day the title will make sense. (And if it doesn't I'll have to change it!)
Please read and review.... pretty please?
I apologise for the awful poem in this - poetry is not one of my strengths!
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Lily found herself looking up at a tall witch; her godmother.
"The firs'-years, Professor," Hagrid announced.
"Thank you Hagrid," the professor replied, pulling the door open wide. "In you come."
All the students followed her into the huge, brightly lit entrance hall of Hogwarts, and then into a small chamber to one side. Noise came from another doorway, and Lily realised that the rest of the school must already be there.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," the witch told them. "I am the deputy headmistress, Professor McGonagall. The start-of-term banquet will be starting shortly in the Great Hall, but first you must be sorted into your houses. The sorting ceremony is a very important ceremony, because while you are here, your house will be like your family. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn you house points. Any rule breaking and you will loose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most house points will be awarded the House Cup, which, as you can imagine, is a great honour. The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. I hope that each of you will be a credit to whichever house you belong.
The sorting ceremony will take place momentarily in front of the rest of the school. I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly."
She left the chamber, and Lily turned round to face Emma and Lindsay.
"How do they sort you into your houses?" Emma asked, looking more than slightly worried.
Tom joined in the small group. "Robert said that there was an obstacle course up the middle of the room," he told them. "But I don't believe him. Molly said that you had to answer some questions."
Emma still looked worried. "What? Magical questions?" she gulped.
"Probably." Lily didn't know either. She had asked her parents, but they hadn't told her anything, despite constant pleading and bribery. She had even tidied her room, and they still hadn't told her!
There were lots of worried whispers from the first years; obviously no one had any idea what they were to do to be sorted. Lily noticed the boy she had cursed on the train standing to one side, his arms crossed defiantly. Noticing her eyes wondering in his direction, he scowled at her. Lily just glared back, then turned to face the door as Professor McGonagall returned.
"We're ready for you now," she announced. "Line up and follow me please."
Standing in between Lindsay and Emma, Lily's nerves intensified. Not only was she to be sorted in front of the entire school, but also her parents and godparents!
The line of students followed the deputy headmistress in through the doors at the back of the Great Hall, and down in between the long tables set with gold plates and goblets for the feast. Hundreds of eyes were watching them, and Lily saw that they were walking in-between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.
"This is so scary!" Lindsay muttered to her, and Lily just nodded in agreement.
The length of the hall seemed longer than it was, but they finally made it to the front, where a frayed, old hat was sitting on a stool in front of them. Lily looked at the hat, and suddenly, it twitched. A crease, which looked like a mouth, sprang open, and to Lily's great surprise, the hat began to sing.
"I am the Hogwarts sorting hat,
And I'll tell you where you belong.
No matter if you're thin or fat,
Trust me - I've never been wrong!
So to which of the four houses will you go?
Try me on and see,
There's nothing that I don't know
Find out where you'll be.
Being true to their heart,
Bravery, daring and mettle,
Set Gryffindors apart.
Hard workers always settle,
In the Hufflepuff house,
With those who are loyal and just
Or will it be Ravenclaw house?
Where cleverness is a must
Those with a ready mind
Last but not least is Slytherin,
Where they are never left behind
Great ambition here is no sin.
Don't be afraid and try me on
And I will tell you were to go
Because even after you are long gone
1.1 I'll always know"
The whole school bust into a round of applause - the first years and the teachers included. Lily could see her parents sitting at the teachers table: her father in-between her mother and Hagrid. He noticed her looking up there, and gave her a comforting smile.
The hat then bowed to each of the four house tables, before becoming inert once again. Professor McGonagall then stepped forward, holding a long sheet of parchment. "When I call out your name, you will step up to the front, sit on the stool and put the hat on your head to be sorted," she announced. "Ashmore, Simon."
A tall, dark haired boy stepped out of the line, and made his way up to the stool. Pulling the hat on his head, he sat down. Lily began to feel queasy. With her surname now as Black, it meant that she was to be sorted earlier than if she had stuck with Potter. But maybe being sorted earlier was better, wasn't it?
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat shouted, and Simon gladly ran to join the Hufflepuff table amongst cheers.
"Black, Lily," McGonagall read out. Lily almost collapsed. Walking up to the stool, she reminded herself to breathe. Keeping her eyes down, she refused to look up at her parents. She sat down on the stool, and pulled the hat down as far as it would go.
"Hmm," the hat spoke in her head. "So you're Harry Potter's daughter. The name Black doesn't fool me for one second. You're a bright child, like your mother. I wanted to put her in Ravenclaw, but then I was alerted to her bravery. You're very much like your namesake too. Ah, I remember Lily Evans, so eager to prove herself. There really is only one place for you young lady. GRYFFINDOR!" The hat roared, and Lily grinned with relief. At the Gryffindor table, she could see the five Weasley children banging their goblets on the table as she rushed to join them. Even her godmother allowed her a small smile as she made her way past her head of house. Even from the distance between the Gryffindor table and the teacher's table she could see the looks of delight and pride on her parents' faces.
Blain, Andrew was another Hufflepuff, but Boylan, Michael became the first Ravenclaw and Carlson, John, the first Slytherin.
Lily watched as "Dorado, Lindsay," was called out, then tried to mask her disappointment as the hat announced "RAVENCLAW!"
She gave Lindsay a thumbs up as she went to join her table, before turning back to hear Doyle, Peter, be announced as a Gryffindor. Along with William Chapman, this made Lily the only first year Gryffindor girl so far. However, that changed with Finnigan, Shannon and then Holmes, Alexia and Jamieson, Bethany. After greeting the other Gryffindors, Lily turned to watch her other train companion, Emma nervously make her way to the stool and place the hat on her head.
"RAVENCLAW!" The hat announced after a minutes thought, and Lily groaned. Emma waved at her, smiling sadly, as she went to join Lindsay at the Ravenclaw table.
"Paris, Thomas," McGonagall called after a while. The young sandy haired boy that Lily had shared a boat with strode up to the hat, outwardly showing no sign of fear.
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat screamed, and Lily joined in with the wild applause.
"All right Tom!" A boy further down the table yelled out, who Lily guessed to be his brother Robert.
"Well, thank goodness for that," Tom declared, dropping down next to Lily.
"Well done Tom," his cousin Kathryn hissed from further up the table. Tom just grinned.
When Professor McGonagall called out "Malfoy, Xavier," Lily saw the boy she had cursed on the train swagger up to the sorting hat. The surname sounded familiar, and she realised with horror that this had to be the son of the infamous Draco Malfoy.
"Please not Gryffindor," she muttered under her breath.
"SLYTHERIN," the hat screamed almost instantly, and she smiled with delight, and clapped with relief.
There were still quiet a few first years left standing at the front of the Great Hall, and the sorting continued until Wildman, Naomi was made the last Gryffindor.
Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed!
The next part should be up soon!
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter fanfiction - I normally write Star Trek: Voyager instead! (And I can't imagine a crossover between them - yet!!) This was based on a very, very strange dream I had and maybe one day the title will make sense. (And if it doesn't I'll have to change it!)
Please read and review.... pretty please?
I apologise for the awful poem in this - poetry is not one of my strengths!
1
* * *
Lily found herself looking up at a tall witch; her godmother.
"The firs'-years, Professor," Hagrid announced.
"Thank you Hagrid," the professor replied, pulling the door open wide. "In you come."
All the students followed her into the huge, brightly lit entrance hall of Hogwarts, and then into a small chamber to one side. Noise came from another doorway, and Lily realised that the rest of the school must already be there.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," the witch told them. "I am the deputy headmistress, Professor McGonagall. The start-of-term banquet will be starting shortly in the Great Hall, but first you must be sorted into your houses. The sorting ceremony is a very important ceremony, because while you are here, your house will be like your family. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn you house points. Any rule breaking and you will loose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most house points will be awarded the House Cup, which, as you can imagine, is a great honour. The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. I hope that each of you will be a credit to whichever house you belong.
The sorting ceremony will take place momentarily in front of the rest of the school. I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly."
She left the chamber, and Lily turned round to face Emma and Lindsay.
"How do they sort you into your houses?" Emma asked, looking more than slightly worried.
Tom joined in the small group. "Robert said that there was an obstacle course up the middle of the room," he told them. "But I don't believe him. Molly said that you had to answer some questions."
Emma still looked worried. "What? Magical questions?" she gulped.
"Probably." Lily didn't know either. She had asked her parents, but they hadn't told her anything, despite constant pleading and bribery. She had even tidied her room, and they still hadn't told her!
There were lots of worried whispers from the first years; obviously no one had any idea what they were to do to be sorted. Lily noticed the boy she had cursed on the train standing to one side, his arms crossed defiantly. Noticing her eyes wondering in his direction, he scowled at her. Lily just glared back, then turned to face the door as Professor McGonagall returned.
"We're ready for you now," she announced. "Line up and follow me please."
Standing in between Lindsay and Emma, Lily's nerves intensified. Not only was she to be sorted in front of the entire school, but also her parents and godparents!
The line of students followed the deputy headmistress in through the doors at the back of the Great Hall, and down in between the long tables set with gold plates and goblets for the feast. Hundreds of eyes were watching them, and Lily saw that they were walking in-between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables.
"This is so scary!" Lindsay muttered to her, and Lily just nodded in agreement.
The length of the hall seemed longer than it was, but they finally made it to the front, where a frayed, old hat was sitting on a stool in front of them. Lily looked at the hat, and suddenly, it twitched. A crease, which looked like a mouth, sprang open, and to Lily's great surprise, the hat began to sing.
"I am the Hogwarts sorting hat,
And I'll tell you where you belong.
No matter if you're thin or fat,
Trust me - I've never been wrong!
So to which of the four houses will you go?
Try me on and see,
There's nothing that I don't know
Find out where you'll be.
Being true to their heart,
Bravery, daring and mettle,
Set Gryffindors apart.
Hard workers always settle,
In the Hufflepuff house,
With those who are loyal and just
Or will it be Ravenclaw house?
Where cleverness is a must
Those with a ready mind
Last but not least is Slytherin,
Where they are never left behind
Great ambition here is no sin.
Don't be afraid and try me on
And I will tell you were to go
Because even after you are long gone
1.1 I'll always know"
The whole school bust into a round of applause - the first years and the teachers included. Lily could see her parents sitting at the teachers table: her father in-between her mother and Hagrid. He noticed her looking up there, and gave her a comforting smile.
The hat then bowed to each of the four house tables, before becoming inert once again. Professor McGonagall then stepped forward, holding a long sheet of parchment. "When I call out your name, you will step up to the front, sit on the stool and put the hat on your head to be sorted," she announced. "Ashmore, Simon."
A tall, dark haired boy stepped out of the line, and made his way up to the stool. Pulling the hat on his head, he sat down. Lily began to feel queasy. With her surname now as Black, it meant that she was to be sorted earlier than if she had stuck with Potter. But maybe being sorted earlier was better, wasn't it?
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat shouted, and Simon gladly ran to join the Hufflepuff table amongst cheers.
"Black, Lily," McGonagall read out. Lily almost collapsed. Walking up to the stool, she reminded herself to breathe. Keeping her eyes down, she refused to look up at her parents. She sat down on the stool, and pulled the hat down as far as it would go.
"Hmm," the hat spoke in her head. "So you're Harry Potter's daughter. The name Black doesn't fool me for one second. You're a bright child, like your mother. I wanted to put her in Ravenclaw, but then I was alerted to her bravery. You're very much like your namesake too. Ah, I remember Lily Evans, so eager to prove herself. There really is only one place for you young lady. GRYFFINDOR!" The hat roared, and Lily grinned with relief. At the Gryffindor table, she could see the five Weasley children banging their goblets on the table as she rushed to join them. Even her godmother allowed her a small smile as she made her way past her head of house. Even from the distance between the Gryffindor table and the teacher's table she could see the looks of delight and pride on her parents' faces.
Blain, Andrew was another Hufflepuff, but Boylan, Michael became the first Ravenclaw and Carlson, John, the first Slytherin.
Lily watched as "Dorado, Lindsay," was called out, then tried to mask her disappointment as the hat announced "RAVENCLAW!"
She gave Lindsay a thumbs up as she went to join her table, before turning back to hear Doyle, Peter, be announced as a Gryffindor. Along with William Chapman, this made Lily the only first year Gryffindor girl so far. However, that changed with Finnigan, Shannon and then Holmes, Alexia and Jamieson, Bethany. After greeting the other Gryffindors, Lily turned to watch her other train companion, Emma nervously make her way to the stool and place the hat on her head.
"RAVENCLAW!" The hat announced after a minutes thought, and Lily groaned. Emma waved at her, smiling sadly, as she went to join Lindsay at the Ravenclaw table.
"Paris, Thomas," McGonagall called after a while. The young sandy haired boy that Lily had shared a boat with strode up to the hat, outwardly showing no sign of fear.
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat screamed, and Lily joined in with the wild applause.
"All right Tom!" A boy further down the table yelled out, who Lily guessed to be his brother Robert.
"Well, thank goodness for that," Tom declared, dropping down next to Lily.
"Well done Tom," his cousin Kathryn hissed from further up the table. Tom just grinned.
When Professor McGonagall called out "Malfoy, Xavier," Lily saw the boy she had cursed on the train swagger up to the sorting hat. The surname sounded familiar, and she realised with horror that this had to be the son of the infamous Draco Malfoy.
"Please not Gryffindor," she muttered under her breath.
"SLYTHERIN," the hat screamed almost instantly, and she smiled with delight, and clapped with relief.
There were still quiet a few first years left standing at the front of the Great Hall, and the sorting continued until Wildman, Naomi was made the last Gryffindor.
Thanks to everyone who read and reviewed!
The next part should be up soon!
