Millia had no idea where to go, so she followed Hermione to a bunch of sixth years.

"Um… Millia, I think you have to go in with the first years," Hermione awkwardly said. "To be sorted… you know." She finished.

"Oh, I see… sure, I'll see you inside then," Millia happily replied, waving goodbye to Hermione, Ron and Harry.

Millia walked over and waited with the first years. She was about 10 inches taller then them and felt very big. I'll soon be with everyone else, she thought. Just then a very tall and large man, the size of a giant, walked over and greeted them all.

"Welcome everyone, I'm 'agrid and I'll be leading yer over to yer new school," Hagrid said, gesturing them over to the boats. Millia walked over and hopped into one of the boats, with four first years. She looked up and noticed how extremely large and wonderful the castle was. She heard some ''ohhs'' and ''ahhhs'' behind her, with a few giggles.

Millia soon arrived at Hogwarts, feeling very nervous about what house she was going to be put in, but tried not to fear, because whatever house she was to be put in, it wouldn't affect her time there at all. Or so she hoped.

Walking into the castle she saw her luggage had already arrived. She wandered around to the bottom of the staircase when an older woman came over and spoke to them.

"Please all wait down the bottom here... thank-you. Now through these doors," she pointed to the doors. "You will wait to all be sorted into your houses. They will be your home for the rest of your time here. There are Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor and Slytherin," she said lowering her voice as she spoke the last house.

Everyone around Millia seemed very excited and couldn't keep still. She couldn't wait for it to be over and done with.

"They are ready for you," the old witch said, and started moving towards the doors. Millia followed. The doors slowly opened. All the mystery and magic foiled upon her. There were floating candles in the air and golden plates with goblets. Fantastic, she thought. Around her were four long tables seating all of the houses. Before she knew it, she stopped with everyone else. In front of her was an old wooden seat. Sitting on top was a brown, crusty, old, torn hat.

"Now when I call your names, please come up and "''I'll place the sorting hat upon your head," the old witch said, reading a long parchment.

Glancing around at the tables behind her, she saw a couple of evil looking faces glaring at her. Draco put on an evil, fake, nasty grin and patted the seat between him and Goyle, then slid his finger across his throat.

"Pullet, Millia," the old witch called. Millia turned back around. Ohh, why did it have to be me first up, Millia angrily thought. She stepped forward and sat on the seat. The hat was then placed on her head.

Interesting, talented I see, lots of determination..

Millia looked around at Draco again. Malfoy, I'll kill him, she thought bitterly.

Ahhhhh, an attitude too. A big attitude. But where to put you… will it be Slytherin or Gryffindor? Very hard, very hard indeed. I'm going to have to say...

"SLYTHERIN!!!"

Millia gasped. She peered over at Draco and saw he was a bit shocked too. Never did she think she'd be put in Slytherin. Hermione was telling her how bad it was.

"Am I really worse than or like Draco?" She thought to herself. She looked over at the Gryffindor table and saw Hermione. Hermione looked shocked, she couldn't believe it either. She gave Millia a tough-luck & sad look.

Millia knew she had to walk over to the Slytherin table. Face the facts, I'm obviously meant to be in Slytherin, she thought to herself. She walked over to the table and sat down next to a 6th year girl. Draco shook his head from side to side.

"Lucky girl. Having fun yet?" He sarcastically said to Millia, in a horrible way.

"Great," she thought. "Just great."