Disclaimer:Ankha owns Ankha and the ideas pertaining to Roanoke Academy. JKR owns all that has to do with the magical world of Harry Potter. I own the author notes and plot line (which has Ankha groaning) as well as the Sorting Hat song. God owns the Atlantic Ocean. That is all I have to say. Stop reading this. Why are you still reading this, the story is below here, go read that. What are you still doing here! THE DISCLAIMER IS NOT THAT INTERESTING!!!! GO READ THE STORY!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!*runs from room screaming*
Ankha sat in her boat marveling at the castle in front of her. Her last school was grand, but nowhere near this. The entire castle was alight as through expecting the arrival of the students. Around her sat first years, eyes wide, wriggling in anticipation and excitment. She remembered her first year. There, the students arrived on boats, but they were mych bigger, so as to survive on the waves of the ocean. That was an exciting ride; the first time she had ever seen the Atlantic Ocean. It was also the first time she ever saw a whale that close. She laughed at the memory as the boats came to a halt. They followed a large man, most likely a giant, up several stairs to a tall, thin lady.
"Welcome. I am Professor McGonagall. The Sorting Ceremony will begin shortly. Ankha Valmoor, you will be sorted after the first years. If everyone will please follow me." She led them into a room to wait. A short while later she came back and led them into a huge hall. There were four long tables going across the great room filled with students, and a large table at the front for the professors. Candles were floating just above the students' heads, and the roof looked just like the outside sky. As they walked up, she noticed a short man walking up with a stool and an old looking hat. He placed the stool in the front with the hat on top. The hall fell into complete silence, and then the hat began to talk. It started what seemed to be a poem of some sort.
Welcome to another year,
For those that are now here twice.
But for those new to things,
Here is some sound advice.
Four houses there are before you,
Their members seated at four tables;
One of these you will go in,
So I will tell no fables.
The first table on your left
Was founded by Salzar Slytherin;
They are now led by Severus Snape,
Those with great ambition.
The next over are Serena Sprout's,
Hard workers they are true;
Founded by Helga Hufflepuff,
Could you belong there too?
Then comes the house of Godric Gryffindor
For those of you brave at heart;
Their fearless leader, Minerva McGonagall,
Is sure to set their house apart.
Now comes the last, but not the least,
Their Head of House is Ferdinand Flitwick.
It is Rowena Ravenclaw whom they represent
And, be assured, they are not nitwits.
Now is the time for you to be
Sorted in the house that suites you.
Do not be afraid, I do not bite,
Step forth and I will sort you.
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Everyone cheered and then the Professor read a name off of her list.
"Abagail Adams"
The girl standing in front of Ankha stepped forward and sat on the stool as the Professor put the hat on her head. After a second the hat hollored out
"Ravenclaw!" She ran over to the appropriate table.
It went much the same for the rest of the first years, some taking longer than others. When she was the last one left standing, the old man sitting in the center of the table stood to address the school.
"Students, I would like to introduce Ankha Valmoor. She just transferred here from Roanoke Academy, which some of you may know is located in the States. She will now be sorted." Ankha walked nervously to the stool, and the raggedy hat was placed on her head. She jumped when the hat began to talk to her. She looked around, but no one else seemed to hear it.
"Ah, this is you first time in England, eh? Well, the first time since you were born. Now, where will you go? You are defiantly brave enough for Gryffindor, no doubt about that, but Slytherin would suite your needs as well." She thought, Gryffindor sounds ok, but Slytherin sounds more interesting. "Well, there's no reason to break tradition, you will be in...Slytherin!" The table on her right broke out in applause, and she went to sit there, as the first years had before her, but she couldn't help but notice the evil looks she received from one of the other tables. As she sat down, the old man, whom she figured to be the headmaster, stood.
"Welcome, students, to another year at Hogwarts. I hope this year goes well. Although, the staff will be much more strict, for the fact that Voldemort is back. I am afraid that any students caught in the Forbidden Forest," Ankha followed his gaze to two red heads, obviously twins, who had huge grins on their face. "without a very good reason, will be expelled. Hogsmeade trips will still be scheduled, however, there will not be as many, and those that do go will have to go with a group, I want no student to wonder around alone at any time. Now, lets eat." With that, the food appeared on the tables and the students dug in.
Ankha sat eating quietly listening to the conversation around her. From what she heard them talking about, they did have Quidditch teams, and the Slytherins seemed to be rivals to the Gryffindors. Just then a guy (with his hair plastered to his head) came over to her.
"Why don't you come and sit with the rest of the fifth years, there is an empty seat beside me." She looked at him for a moment, but decided it would be better than sitting here by herself. She lifted her plate and goblet and follow him. She ended up sitting between him and an angry looking girl. "I would like you to meet Pansy Parkinson." Ankha turned and held out her hand, but the girl just turned away. "Don't mind her, she just doesn't like Americans." The people around her laughed and she smiled. This was definatly going to be a long year.
Ankha sat in her common room going over her schedule. She tried to guess if the classes would be harder here, because the classes she had back in America were simple. She quessed that's why she was transfered, but didn't know for sure. All she recieved was a letter saying that she was going to attend Hogwarts and a plane ticket to fly there; no explanation of anything. While she was contemplating this, she heard someone call her name. She looked up to see a tall guy, with rather greasy hair, come up to her. She quessed he was the Head of House, as no other professor would have need to come down here.
"Ankha Valmoor, you are needed in the Headmaster's office; come with me." She got up and followed him out of the door, both under the collective eyes of the common room. She walked behind him for a while before he finally stopped. He said some words to a statue of a gargoyle and it spiraled upwards, steps rising at its feet. They preceeded to climb them and found themselves face to face with the old man from that morning.
"Ah, Profesor Snape, Ms. Valmoor, please come in." He showed them in to his office and gestured to some chairs in front of his desk while he sat behind it. "There are some items we need to discuss. I believe you have been through all the appropriate classes to be a fifth year, though they do differ a little from the ones here. I am sure you will be able to compensate though." She nodded. "Professor Snape has arranged it so that you will have an escort to show you around the castle. We wouldn't want you to get lost now, would we?"
"Yes, Albus, Mr. Malfoy has agreed to show her around." Snape said. Dumbledore raised an eyebrow but continued.
"Since you were brought here on such short notice, I will give you a chance to go to Diagon Alley to pick up the extra supplies you need, with a Professor of course. Professor Snape, would you mind?" Snape snarled, but nodded. Then Ankha spoke up.
"Um, Headmaster, I am afraid I have no money with me." She smiled an emarased smile. "When I told Mrs. Smith that I had to leave the orphanage, she told me she would no longer pay for my schooling." She looked at her feet and went quiet.
"Do not worry about a thing, you mother left some money at Gringotts for you should the need ever arise, and I believe it has." Ankha looked up.
"You knew my mother?"
"Not too well, I am afraid, but I was able to talk with her on one or two occasions and she mentioned wanting you to attend here." He smiled at Ankha.
"Sir, why was I transfered here. If she wanted me to come here, why was I at Roanoke for the first four years."
"I am afraid that is a question I cannot answer at the moment, perhaps another time."
"Well, can you tell me why I was transfered here?"
"Some questions are best left unanswered, at least until the proper moment arises, and I am afraid it has not. Now, I believe it is time for you to go to bed, you have a big day tommorow." He grinned and bid her goodnight as she walked out of the door. Snape then turned to Dumbledore.
"Tell me, why was she transfered here?"
"So sorry, Severus, but that is a secret, at least for the time being."
"One thing, her name, Valmoor, sounds familiar. I am sure I have heard it before, I think at a Death Eater meeting, but I could be wrong." Albus nodded, his face looking grave.
"Perhaps; it was Death Eaters that killed her mother, on the same night that the Potters died, no less."
"What happened to her father that she had to live in an orphanage?"
"I have some work I need to attend to before retiring for the night. Goodnight Severus."
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