A/N: Well, I haven't updated this for nearly a month and I'm sorry but I haven't forgotten Fanfiction, non-internet life sort of caught up with me and dragged me away from the computer screen. One review needed to page Eight even though on the story it says 173 which has confused me.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all related characters and settings belong to J.K.Rowling. Anything that ends up original belongs to me.
Chapter Tewnty-One: (Malfoy,) Narcissa.
I glanced over to the Slytherin table to see how my new sorting decision had gone down. Malfoy must have thought that I had a personal vendetta against him as this was the third sorting I'd told of his family. Currently he was scowling at me and looking quite evil.
"(Malfoy,) Narcissa." I heard Dumbledore say to me. I hadn't had very good sortings so far today so I wasn't paying attention to what she looked like which was a mistake.
Hi. Can we just get this one over with quickly. I don't like you and you don't like me and I'm very bored so hurry up and pick your house.
Slytherin.
Yikes! Why do you think like that! What's wrong with you!
What are you going on about? Look, just put me in Slytherin. I don't want to be here any more than you do.
Stop it! You're freaking me out.
What?
How old are you?
Eleven. Now just sort me!
Wow. I guess kids are growing up faster these days.
What are you talking about?
Don't you think you're a bit young?
You're supposed to join at eleven!
I just meant that you have matured a bit sooner than most kids your age have.
Get lost pervert.
Hey! Why'd you call me that! I didn't mean there!
Just sort me. I'm a girl with a mission and I want to get into the actual school.
Well, if you want to have the operation when you're older...
What operation?
Oh, you just want to pretend then. That's probably a good thing. You might find that people will still judge you though.
People?
Not me. Really not me. Would I judge you? No way, no how. I really, really didn't mean me.
What are you babbling on about?
Nothing Sir!
Just sort me will you.
Urrm... About that. I don't think you should be put in Slytherin.
Why not!
I don't think that they will let you in with you being... The way you are and I...
What do you mean the way I am?
I'm not judging you. I'm really not. I just think that they won't let you leave the house intact.
Just put me in the house!
How about you go into Hufflepuff instead. They might be more suited to your needs in there.
I'm not joining those wimps! I belong in Slytherin.
Well, maybe you do but I don't think it's safe for you. I have your best interests at heart.
What do you know about my interests?
Well...
Just because I'm a girl you think I don't have what it takes to be a deatheater!?
"WHAT!" 'I actually yelled that out loud, making a lot of heads turn round to face me confused.'
What?
"You're not a boy?" I asked still out loud from shock.
What are you talking about. Do I sound like a boy to you.
I thought your voice had broken. I thought you were pretending to be a girl and...
"What!" 'This time she yelled it out loud, causing even more people to turn round and look. She sounded very angry so I decided to try to get out of this in the easiest way that I could think of.
"SLYTHERIN!"
She had then stormed off and sat down at her table, scowling at me. I think the wind must have changed direction or something as I think it got stuck that way. I think it still is.
The hall was laughing now, I don't think it was at me. I think it was at Malfoy who stood up and, beckoning at Crabbe and Goyle, tried to storm out of the hall only to be stopped by a prefect who blocked the exist to the door.
I couldn't decide who to say about next but I noticed someone who wasn't laughing at all.
"Why aren't you laughing Cho Chang? I remember our sorting very well."
A/N: I won't cliché her (person with no name in the review.) I'm not a Cho/Krum/Petigrew hater like some fans.