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Everyone else belongs to me! Wow.I actually own something.I feel special!
Summery: The next generation of Witches and Wizards are finally at the age to go to the school where their parents learned it all, Hogwarts! The children of the wizards and witches we all know and love now attend the school of witchcraft and wizardry and face there own adventures and problems. RnR please!!
Couplings (of JKR's characters): H/H, R/OC, D/G
A new kind of magic
Chapter 2 - the sorting ceremony
The first year students looked around in awe as they walked towards the great hall. They all congregated outside the doors of the great hall, looking at a female professor. Her ebony hair was tied in a neat braid, except for the wispy bangs which framed her tanned face.
"Welcome first years!" She said, her voice was soft and elegant. "Me and you all have something in common, as this is my first year here as well." She giggled nervously, "Anyways, welcome to Hogwarts. You will enter through these doors and join your houses, but before you can do that, you must be sorted of course." She said before turning and opened the doors, leading the great hall. Candles floated high above them, below the night sky ceiling.
"Hey Rebecca, you know that's not real, it's just bewitched. I read that in 'Hogwarts, A History'. My mum made me read it!" Emily mentioned quietly to the red head girl walking beside her. They approached the wooden stool which held the tattered hat.
"Don't judge a hat by its threads, because it's not the look just what they do, so put me on, and I will see inside of you. See what you are made of, and just where you belong, but not to quickly now, I must finish my little song. Are you a Gryiffindor, where lives the proud and brave, or are you a Slytherin, with secrets taken to the grave. Or maybe what you are, is a Ravenclaw, or are you a Hufflepuff, I will choose without a flaw. So put me on, and you will see, there is no better hat, then little old me." The sorting hat said to the silent great hall. A small round of applause was heard before the headmistress came beside the hat.
"I am professor McGonagall, the headmistress of Hogwarts." She began, "Now, I will call your names and you will come and put the hat on, where you will be sorted into your houses. The houses are Gryiffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin." She cleared her throat and opened a piece of rolled up parchment, "First off, Michelle Adams." She said. A small girl with mousy brown hair approached the hat nervously and placed it atop her head. "Hufflepuff!" the hat called after a few moments. "Brandon Alexander" A tall boy with messy black hair, "Gryiffindor!" the hat called. After many, many names had been sorted into many houses, Andrew Malfoy was called up. He approached the hat nervously, wringing his hands together, his father's words rolling through his head. Andrew sat on the stool and placed it on his silvery blonde hair. "Ah, a Malfoy. I have seen many of your family throughout the years. All have been in Slytherin, but you, you seem different." The hat began.
"I have to be in Slytherin, my dad will kill me if I'm not." Andrew pleaded quietly.
"But I think you will do well somewhere else. Some where like Gryiffindor."
"I can't! Please put me in Slytherin."
"Very well then, but it's not where you truly belong." He paused, "Slytherin!" he said reluctantly. Andrew sighed heavily and walked towards his new house table.
"I'm not surprised that a Malfoy was put in Slytherin." Rebecca said quietly.
"Me either, my parents have talked about the Malfoys. I'm guessing he is Draco Malfoy's son, and he bullied my parents, and your dad." Emily added.
"Emily Potter." Professor McGonagall announced. A small mumbling of the name 'Potter' was heard across the great hall as she approached the hat. She slipped it over her brown hair and listened to the words of the sorting hat,
"Oh, a Potter I see. Well, your father did many great things, so I have been told. You belong in his house." He paused, "Gryiffindor!"
"Simon Taylor." Professor McGonagall called. He walked up, nudging Rebecca as he passed her.
"Gryiffindor!" The hat yelled without much delay. Finally, the last name was called,
"Rebecca Weasly." She walked towards the sorting hat,
"Not a Weasly! I thought I was rid of all of you. Oh well, this is easy. Gryiffindor!" He called. Rebecca smiled and sat beside Emily and Simon.
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Sorry I know this is way short, I will make the rest longer, I promise. Thanks for all the good reviews, and if you have any suggestions, please feel free to include them in your review!
Summery: The next generation of Witches and Wizards are finally at the age to go to the school where their parents learned it all, Hogwarts! The children of the wizards and witches we all know and love now attend the school of witchcraft and wizardry and face there own adventures and problems. RnR please!!
Couplings (of JKR's characters): H/H, R/OC, D/G
A new kind of magic
Chapter 2 - the sorting ceremony
The first year students looked around in awe as they walked towards the great hall. They all congregated outside the doors of the great hall, looking at a female professor. Her ebony hair was tied in a neat braid, except for the wispy bangs which framed her tanned face.
"Welcome first years!" She said, her voice was soft and elegant. "Me and you all have something in common, as this is my first year here as well." She giggled nervously, "Anyways, welcome to Hogwarts. You will enter through these doors and join your houses, but before you can do that, you must be sorted of course." She said before turning and opened the doors, leading the great hall. Candles floated high above them, below the night sky ceiling.
"Hey Rebecca, you know that's not real, it's just bewitched. I read that in 'Hogwarts, A History'. My mum made me read it!" Emily mentioned quietly to the red head girl walking beside her. They approached the wooden stool which held the tattered hat.
"Don't judge a hat by its threads, because it's not the look just what they do, so put me on, and I will see inside of you. See what you are made of, and just where you belong, but not to quickly now, I must finish my little song. Are you a Gryiffindor, where lives the proud and brave, or are you a Slytherin, with secrets taken to the grave. Or maybe what you are, is a Ravenclaw, or are you a Hufflepuff, I will choose without a flaw. So put me on, and you will see, there is no better hat, then little old me." The sorting hat said to the silent great hall. A small round of applause was heard before the headmistress came beside the hat.
"I am professor McGonagall, the headmistress of Hogwarts." She began, "Now, I will call your names and you will come and put the hat on, where you will be sorted into your houses. The houses are Gryiffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin." She cleared her throat and opened a piece of rolled up parchment, "First off, Michelle Adams." She said. A small girl with mousy brown hair approached the hat nervously and placed it atop her head. "Hufflepuff!" the hat called after a few moments. "Brandon Alexander" A tall boy with messy black hair, "Gryiffindor!" the hat called. After many, many names had been sorted into many houses, Andrew Malfoy was called up. He approached the hat nervously, wringing his hands together, his father's words rolling through his head. Andrew sat on the stool and placed it on his silvery blonde hair. "Ah, a Malfoy. I have seen many of your family throughout the years. All have been in Slytherin, but you, you seem different." The hat began.
"I have to be in Slytherin, my dad will kill me if I'm not." Andrew pleaded quietly.
"But I think you will do well somewhere else. Some where like Gryiffindor."
"I can't! Please put me in Slytherin."
"Very well then, but it's not where you truly belong." He paused, "Slytherin!" he said reluctantly. Andrew sighed heavily and walked towards his new house table.
"I'm not surprised that a Malfoy was put in Slytherin." Rebecca said quietly.
"Me either, my parents have talked about the Malfoys. I'm guessing he is Draco Malfoy's son, and he bullied my parents, and your dad." Emily added.
"Emily Potter." Professor McGonagall announced. A small mumbling of the name 'Potter' was heard across the great hall as she approached the hat. She slipped it over her brown hair and listened to the words of the sorting hat,
"Oh, a Potter I see. Well, your father did many great things, so I have been told. You belong in his house." He paused, "Gryiffindor!"
"Simon Taylor." Professor McGonagall called. He walked up, nudging Rebecca as he passed her.
"Gryiffindor!" The hat yelled without much delay. Finally, the last name was called,
"Rebecca Weasly." She walked towards the sorting hat,
"Not a Weasly! I thought I was rid of all of you. Oh well, this is easy. Gryiffindor!" He called. Rebecca smiled and sat beside Emily and Simon.
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Sorry I know this is way short, I will make the rest longer, I promise. Thanks for all the good reviews, and if you have any suggestions, please feel free to include them in your review!