Disclaimers etc: none of this ever happened. It's called FICTION, kids.
Chapter 5: Melted Butterflies
As they all arrived at Hogwarts, Harry held Corra's hand tightly - after all, she didn't know what the hell was going on.
"So, I'll be sorted into a house?" Corra asked lightly, but her eyes were worried.
"Yes, don't worry about it Corra, whatever house you're in, you'll love it here."
"I'm sure." She smiled to show she was OK, but she was still holding his hand a little too tightly for Harry's liking. He knew she was freaking out.
The sorting hat was brought out, and all of the first years were sorted. A short silence followed until Corazón's name was called out. If there was silence before her name was read, now the silence was deafening. It was more than creepy. She walked slowly to the stool where the hat was perched, and nervously placed the hat on her head, a pained expression on her face.
"Now, where shall I put you, Kitten?" Corra winced at the use of her father's nickname for her, and wondered how a hat of all things knew about it.
"You're clever, beautiful, of course, and very very powerful. But where do you go? You've been set a hard path to follow, Kitten."
For once, and thankfully, the hat was silent.
"SLYTHERIN!"
Corra didn't know what Slytherin was, but one table in particular dressed in green was cheering. Only one person on that table was silent, and Corra recognised him to be Draco Malfoy. She made her way over, and a clear space was made for her.
On the Gryffindor table, Harry was deadly silent.
"It's alright Harry, you can still see Corra in some classes." Ron said reassuringly, but rather pathetically.
"I know that, but why of all houses would Corra be put in Slytherin?" Harry was now the worried one.
It was turning out to be a bit of a shitty first day back for Harry Potter.
Later, in the girls Slytherin dorm, Corra was busy unpacking her things when her cell phone rang again. Thinking of her last nasty phone call, she was scared to answer.
"He - Hello?"
"Corra darling! How are you getting on?"
"Oh! Hi, Dad." Corra was very relieved. Besides, she hadn't spoken to her father since April, she always had the feeling that he had no time for her.
"Well I just wanted to say hi, Kitten, and I wanted to know when your birthday was so I can send something nice your way."
Corra wasn't particularly surprised that her own father couldn't remember her birthday.
"October 17th, Dad."
"OK, I knew it was sometime around there." Even though they both knew he hadn't had a clue of when her birthday was.
"It's ok, after all, you're a busy man." Every time Corra's dad called her, it was always the same.
"Sorry Kitten, I have another call coming through. I'll call you soon."
And with that short note, the line went dead.
Chapter 5: Melted Butterflies
As they all arrived at Hogwarts, Harry held Corra's hand tightly - after all, she didn't know what the hell was going on.
"So, I'll be sorted into a house?" Corra asked lightly, but her eyes were worried.
"Yes, don't worry about it Corra, whatever house you're in, you'll love it here."
"I'm sure." She smiled to show she was OK, but she was still holding his hand a little too tightly for Harry's liking. He knew she was freaking out.
The sorting hat was brought out, and all of the first years were sorted. A short silence followed until Corazón's name was called out. If there was silence before her name was read, now the silence was deafening. It was more than creepy. She walked slowly to the stool where the hat was perched, and nervously placed the hat on her head, a pained expression on her face.
"Now, where shall I put you, Kitten?" Corra winced at the use of her father's nickname for her, and wondered how a hat of all things knew about it.
"You're clever, beautiful, of course, and very very powerful. But where do you go? You've been set a hard path to follow, Kitten."
For once, and thankfully, the hat was silent.
"SLYTHERIN!"
Corra didn't know what Slytherin was, but one table in particular dressed in green was cheering. Only one person on that table was silent, and Corra recognised him to be Draco Malfoy. She made her way over, and a clear space was made for her.
On the Gryffindor table, Harry was deadly silent.
"It's alright Harry, you can still see Corra in some classes." Ron said reassuringly, but rather pathetically.
"I know that, but why of all houses would Corra be put in Slytherin?" Harry was now the worried one.
It was turning out to be a bit of a shitty first day back for Harry Potter.
Later, in the girls Slytherin dorm, Corra was busy unpacking her things when her cell phone rang again. Thinking of her last nasty phone call, she was scared to answer.
"He - Hello?"
"Corra darling! How are you getting on?"
"Oh! Hi, Dad." Corra was very relieved. Besides, she hadn't spoken to her father since April, she always had the feeling that he had no time for her.
"Well I just wanted to say hi, Kitten, and I wanted to know when your birthday was so I can send something nice your way."
Corra wasn't particularly surprised that her own father couldn't remember her birthday.
"October 17th, Dad."
"OK, I knew it was sometime around there." Even though they both knew he hadn't had a clue of when her birthday was.
"It's ok, after all, you're a busy man." Every time Corra's dad called her, it was always the same.
"Sorry Kitten, I have another call coming through. I'll call you soon."
And with that short note, the line went dead.