Disclaimer: I have never been out of the United States. So it is impossible
for me to be JK Rowling.
LAST TIME: "And now we would like to sort in a new student, she is a sixth year, and is joining us from Durmstrang."
Sara wondered what Durmstrang was, probably a school, and figured that Professor Dumbledore had thought up that as an excuse for why she was there. "Sara Snape!"
Sara froze, she had used her mother's last name, why did she have to do that? She looked around and saw every student staring at her. She forced herself to walk forward. The looks on the students' faces were not of hatred, but a sort of mingled disgust and disbelief. "At least disgust is better than hatred." Thought Sara.
Sara was almost to the stool when she decided to look at the crowd once more. They were all still staring, but one man in particular had a look of disbelief on his face. Sara knew he must be a professor, and thought he looked a little familiar.
She got onto the stool and the hat was placed on her head. Sara waited for it to announce which house she would be in, but it didn't. Instead, it started talking so quietly only she could hear it.
"A mystery, you are. A complete puzzle. Plenty of courage, and brains, and..." the hat trailed off. Suddenly he shouted
"Gryffindor!"
Sara breathed a sigh of relief. It was over, she could sit down away from everyone's stares. She jumped off the stool, and handed the hat to Professor McGonnagal, and walked over to the Gryffindor table. No one was cheering, they all were just gaping at her. She had figured they wouldn't treat her the same as the first years, but a part of her wished that someone had at least said hi.
She looked around the table, with her fake smile she always used, and spotted Harry, Ron, and Hermione. She was about to smile for real, but she saw the looks on their faces and quickly stopped herself. Her fake smile faded as she walked over to them.
"Can I sit here?" she asked pointing at the empty seat next to Harry.
Harry could only nod. He thought to himself. "She is related to Snape! But then why was she put into Gryffindor? How can she be related to Snape?!? She is his daughter! She lied to us. She said her last name was Simmons." He looked at her, she did look familiar, but not like Snape. He couldn't place who it was that she looked like, but it WASN'T Snape.
Hermione and Ron were having almost the exact thoughts as Harry. They looked at each other, then at Sara. She looked back at them and gave an apologetic look that meant, "I will explain later."
No one at the Gryffindor table had noticed but Dumbledore had already given his speech, and the food was on the table. Ron smelt it, and looked, then started eating. The rest of the table soon did the same. All except for Sara, she wasn't hungry. She could only think about how much she hoped her three new friends would understand, and forgive her.
SORRY, but once again, the perfect spot to stop it.
LAST TIME: "And now we would like to sort in a new student, she is a sixth year, and is joining us from Durmstrang."
Sara wondered what Durmstrang was, probably a school, and figured that Professor Dumbledore had thought up that as an excuse for why she was there. "Sara Snape!"
Sara froze, she had used her mother's last name, why did she have to do that? She looked around and saw every student staring at her. She forced herself to walk forward. The looks on the students' faces were not of hatred, but a sort of mingled disgust and disbelief. "At least disgust is better than hatred." Thought Sara.
Sara was almost to the stool when she decided to look at the crowd once more. They were all still staring, but one man in particular had a look of disbelief on his face. Sara knew he must be a professor, and thought he looked a little familiar.
She got onto the stool and the hat was placed on her head. Sara waited for it to announce which house she would be in, but it didn't. Instead, it started talking so quietly only she could hear it.
"A mystery, you are. A complete puzzle. Plenty of courage, and brains, and..." the hat trailed off. Suddenly he shouted
"Gryffindor!"
Sara breathed a sigh of relief. It was over, she could sit down away from everyone's stares. She jumped off the stool, and handed the hat to Professor McGonnagal, and walked over to the Gryffindor table. No one was cheering, they all were just gaping at her. She had figured they wouldn't treat her the same as the first years, but a part of her wished that someone had at least said hi.
She looked around the table, with her fake smile she always used, and spotted Harry, Ron, and Hermione. She was about to smile for real, but she saw the looks on their faces and quickly stopped herself. Her fake smile faded as she walked over to them.
"Can I sit here?" she asked pointing at the empty seat next to Harry.
Harry could only nod. He thought to himself. "She is related to Snape! But then why was she put into Gryffindor? How can she be related to Snape?!? She is his daughter! She lied to us. She said her last name was Simmons." He looked at her, she did look familiar, but not like Snape. He couldn't place who it was that she looked like, but it WASN'T Snape.
Hermione and Ron were having almost the exact thoughts as Harry. They looked at each other, then at Sara. She looked back at them and gave an apologetic look that meant, "I will explain later."
No one at the Gryffindor table had noticed but Dumbledore had already given his speech, and the food was on the table. Ron smelt it, and looked, then started eating. The rest of the table soon did the same. All except for Sara, she wasn't hungry. She could only think about how much she hoped her three new friends would understand, and forgive her.
SORRY, but once again, the perfect spot to stop it.