A/N: ok, I did a disclaimer in the first chapter, and it goes for all the
chapters. I got one whole review!! *rolls eyes* well, it's a start. Here's
chapter two, dedicated to my one reviewer, (when I posted this) Champagne.
Thanks! Oh, and all will be explained later, dear. *mystical Professor
Trelawney look*
"Gabe, I need you..." she whispered. She could almost feel his arms go around her, and she almost heard his voice saying, "Calm down, baby girl. I'll never really leave you." There was the lightest little touch on her cheek, so that she almost didn't feel it. "I love you, Gabe. Please come back... I'm scared! I don't know what to do." she was still crying, but no longer in the great, racking sobs of earlier. Eventually, she fell asleep again.
This time, the squealing brakes woke her up. She put a levitating charm on her trunk and waited for the crowd to die down a little before she left the compartment. She followed the majority of the students, who were headed toward a line of black carriages pulled by thestrals.
She got into one that was unoccupied and waited for the line to move. Before it did, a girl climbed in, along with a boy and a girl whom Hawk recognized from Durmsrang. None of the others even tried to talk to her, which Hawk considered a good thing.
At the castle that was Hogwarts, the carriages pulled right up to the door to let the students out. A tall woman with a completely gray bun at the base of her neck and a tall pointed witches' hat with emerald robes called out. "First years and transfer students, come to me! First years and transfers!" so, naturally, that is where Hawk headed. Once a crowd was gathered, the tall woman spoke again.
"When I tell you to, you will file through those doors and be sorted into one of the four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin. Your house will be like your family until you graduate from this school. I'm sure the other students will explain everything to you when you're sorted." She moved over and peeked through the large double doors, then came back. "You may enter, in a single file line, nice and orderly."
Hawk got at the end of the line, but the tall woman stopped her. "Come here for a moment, child," she said. "Have you been crying?"
"Y-yes, Ma'am," Hawk looked up (way up) at her.
The woman muttered something under her breath, and Hawk felt her face get cleaned by a spell. "That's better. I'm Professor McGonagall, if you need anything. Now hurry along, you can catch the end of the line."
Inside the room was magnificent. There were four tables, one for each of the Houses, Hawk assumed. There was also a long table running along the far wall, for the teachers, most likely. The ceiling was bewitched to mirror the sky outside. There were a thousand white candles floating around to light the room. Right in the center was a stool with three legs, and a tattered old hat sitting on it. It was in front of this stool tat the students lined up. The tall woman, Professor McGonagall, followed the students in and stood next to the stool, waiting.
"Let the Sorting begin!" the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, called out.
The hat broke into song. Yes, I said that a hat was singing. Hawk was too shocked to catch most of the words, but there was something about all the houses, and one verse in particular stuck in her mind, word for word:
"There are two to save the rest, One is new and one is best, The girl will need his help at first, But in the end, he'll turn out worst.
A broom in her hand, But nary a wand, When she needs it most, It will be gone.
His father started it, Her father joined in, The children must stop it, Before HE gets the ring."
Hawk remembered this part because it seemed odd for a hat to be saying such things, after describing all the houses. She didn't get long to think about the words, however, because the ceremony started.
"Adams, Zachary," McGonagall announced. A short, 11-year-old boy with neat brown hair shuffled nervously over to her, sat on the stool and put on the hat.
"RAVENCLAW!!" the Hat announced.
Hawk lost all interest in the ceremony when she realized that was all it was. After about 20 kids were sorted, she finally got her turn. (She was put at the end, because she was a transfer)
"Dimitrov, Hawk," the professor said. She was glad this was the last one- all that yelling made her throat hurt.
Hawk moved forward and put on the Hat. She had to hold onto it so t didn't slip down to her shoulders. It immediately started talking to her. "The daughter of an important Man of the Dark, eh? I knew you'd be coming this year. I got it out of a boy's head, four years ago to the day. Oh, a sad past... poor girl. There's a certain weakness about you... but you despise it. I'm thinking you belong in Slytherin... but you could go in Hufflepuff. They would help you there."
Hawk got mad. "I do not know who you think you are, but I am NOT veak, and I do NOT need help!" she thought.
"Of course not," the hat said dismissively. "I still think that Hufflepuff would be good for you. Unless of course you would rather be in Sly-"
"NO!!" Hawk thought furiously. "If you put me there, I vill run avay, I mean it!!"
"No need to get mad, little one. You hate that name, don't you? Well, don't worry, I'm done with you anyway." That was the last thing the Hat said inside Hawk's head. The next word out of it decided Hawk's fate.
A/N: ok, now if you read, it's only fair that you review! You now know what MotD stands for, but what is it? And who's the boy that knew Hawk was coming? Hehe, this is fun! Ok, now I'm done. Pretty please review, if you do, I'll. well, I'll read and review one of your stories and I'll reply to your review!! Ok, enough begging. I'm done now, for real this time!!
"Gabe, I need you..." she whispered. She could almost feel his arms go around her, and she almost heard his voice saying, "Calm down, baby girl. I'll never really leave you." There was the lightest little touch on her cheek, so that she almost didn't feel it. "I love you, Gabe. Please come back... I'm scared! I don't know what to do." she was still crying, but no longer in the great, racking sobs of earlier. Eventually, she fell asleep again.
This time, the squealing brakes woke her up. She put a levitating charm on her trunk and waited for the crowd to die down a little before she left the compartment. She followed the majority of the students, who were headed toward a line of black carriages pulled by thestrals.
She got into one that was unoccupied and waited for the line to move. Before it did, a girl climbed in, along with a boy and a girl whom Hawk recognized from Durmsrang. None of the others even tried to talk to her, which Hawk considered a good thing.
At the castle that was Hogwarts, the carriages pulled right up to the door to let the students out. A tall woman with a completely gray bun at the base of her neck and a tall pointed witches' hat with emerald robes called out. "First years and transfer students, come to me! First years and transfers!" so, naturally, that is where Hawk headed. Once a crowd was gathered, the tall woman spoke again.
"When I tell you to, you will file through those doors and be sorted into one of the four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin. Your house will be like your family until you graduate from this school. I'm sure the other students will explain everything to you when you're sorted." She moved over and peeked through the large double doors, then came back. "You may enter, in a single file line, nice and orderly."
Hawk got at the end of the line, but the tall woman stopped her. "Come here for a moment, child," she said. "Have you been crying?"
"Y-yes, Ma'am," Hawk looked up (way up) at her.
The woman muttered something under her breath, and Hawk felt her face get cleaned by a spell. "That's better. I'm Professor McGonagall, if you need anything. Now hurry along, you can catch the end of the line."
Inside the room was magnificent. There were four tables, one for each of the Houses, Hawk assumed. There was also a long table running along the far wall, for the teachers, most likely. The ceiling was bewitched to mirror the sky outside. There were a thousand white candles floating around to light the room. Right in the center was a stool with three legs, and a tattered old hat sitting on it. It was in front of this stool tat the students lined up. The tall woman, Professor McGonagall, followed the students in and stood next to the stool, waiting.
"Let the Sorting begin!" the Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, called out.
The hat broke into song. Yes, I said that a hat was singing. Hawk was too shocked to catch most of the words, but there was something about all the houses, and one verse in particular stuck in her mind, word for word:
"There are two to save the rest, One is new and one is best, The girl will need his help at first, But in the end, he'll turn out worst.
A broom in her hand, But nary a wand, When she needs it most, It will be gone.
His father started it, Her father joined in, The children must stop it, Before HE gets the ring."
Hawk remembered this part because it seemed odd for a hat to be saying such things, after describing all the houses. She didn't get long to think about the words, however, because the ceremony started.
"Adams, Zachary," McGonagall announced. A short, 11-year-old boy with neat brown hair shuffled nervously over to her, sat on the stool and put on the hat.
"RAVENCLAW!!" the Hat announced.
Hawk lost all interest in the ceremony when she realized that was all it was. After about 20 kids were sorted, she finally got her turn. (She was put at the end, because she was a transfer)
"Dimitrov, Hawk," the professor said. She was glad this was the last one- all that yelling made her throat hurt.
Hawk moved forward and put on the Hat. She had to hold onto it so t didn't slip down to her shoulders. It immediately started talking to her. "The daughter of an important Man of the Dark, eh? I knew you'd be coming this year. I got it out of a boy's head, four years ago to the day. Oh, a sad past... poor girl. There's a certain weakness about you... but you despise it. I'm thinking you belong in Slytherin... but you could go in Hufflepuff. They would help you there."
Hawk got mad. "I do not know who you think you are, but I am NOT veak, and I do NOT need help!" she thought.
"Of course not," the hat said dismissively. "I still think that Hufflepuff would be good for you. Unless of course you would rather be in Sly-"
"NO!!" Hawk thought furiously. "If you put me there, I vill run avay, I mean it!!"
"No need to get mad, little one. You hate that name, don't you? Well, don't worry, I'm done with you anyway." That was the last thing the Hat said inside Hawk's head. The next word out of it decided Hawk's fate.
A/N: ok, now if you read, it's only fair that you review! You now know what MotD stands for, but what is it? And who's the boy that knew Hawk was coming? Hehe, this is fun! Ok, now I'm done. Pretty please review, if you do, I'll. well, I'll read and review one of your stories and I'll reply to your review!! Ok, enough begging. I'm done now, for real this time!!