Chapter 1: Prologue
The Sorting
"Oh my, oh my, where to put you?" said the tattered hat. "So many qualities within, I daresay we've got every house in here. Now which of the three to choose from... You are very..."
"But there are four houses," she thought fiercely, frowning. "What have you cancelled out?"
"Slytherin of course!" said the hat. Then as if it had realized something, "Unless..."
Anita cut off the voice in her head, remembering the nasty blond boy from the train, and mentally spoke back to it, "This practically drives me insane!" She fumed, "What is all this no muggleborn rubbish, I bet I could do twice as well as any of those people who think they're so noble blooded. The whole lot of them!"
"Well you have the ambition..." said the hat, "and I do think it's about time... Very well, welcome to
"SLYTHERIN!"
And then the great hall was surrounded by a hush. When Anita removed the hat and placed it back on the stool she realized they were all staring at her. Now would be the time to make a witty comment, to let them know that she wasn't anything to examine under a microscope, to make them leave her alone. A lump formed in her throat though and she couldn't think of anything even half-clever to say. She gulped, and then began to walk to the Slytherin table at what felt to her an agonizingly slow pace.
What had she gotten herself into?