Chapter 5
Sorting Natasha Evans Riddle

"Natasha," Natalie said. "We're here. You've fallen asleep throughout the whole journey. Good thing that dress you're wearing turns into a Hogwarts uniform during 6:00."
"Yeah, it used to turn into a Beauxbatons uniform but I made a little adjustment to it." Natasha said while yawning.
"We'd better get off." Draco said. "I can see that oaf's outline from here. Must be calling first year students." He turned away from the window to look at Natasha. "We'll take care of your stuff. You'd better follow those other blokes to that great big idiot. He'll take you around the castle."
Natasha got off the train and followed the other students. A great big outline was right in front of them.
"Firs' years! Firs' years c'mon now!" Called the gamekeeper.
Natasha followed the other students to the boats. The gamekeeper took them around the castle. The other first years seemed to find it very interesting. Natasha, on the other hand, found it very boring. After that, he led them into the castle. Where the students found a teacher who had her hair up in a tight bun.
"Welcome to Hogwarts." She said. "In just a few seconds, you will pass these doors and be sorted into your proper houses. I am Professor McGonagall by the way. Transfiguration teacher." No sooner, she had returned to tell them that they may come in. The headmaster stood up and spoke:
"I would just like to say, that the Forbidden Forest is still out of bounds. And our caretaker asked me to remind you that magic in the corridors is strictly out of bounds. That is all, thank you."
A hat that looked old and tattered stood on a small stool in front of them. A slit in front of it opened and it began to sing:

A thousand years or more ago, When I was newly sewn There lived four wizards of renown Whose names are still well known: Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor, Fair Ravenclaw, from glen, Sweet Huffepeuff, from valley broad, Shrewd Slytherin, from fen. They shared a wish, a hope, a dream, They hatched a daring plan To educate young sorcerers Thus Hogwarts School began. Now each of these four founders Formed their own House, for each Did value different virtues In the ones they had to teach. By Gryffindor, the bravest were Prized far beyond the rest; For Ravenclaw, the cleverest Would always be the best; For Hufflepuff, hard workers were Most worthy of admission; And power-hungry Slytherin Loved those of great ambition. While still alive they did divide Their favourites from the throng, Yet how to pick the worthy ones When they were dead and gone? 'Twas Gryffindor who found the way, He whipped me off his head The founders put some brains in me So I could choose instead! Now slip me snug about your ears, I've never yet been wrong, I'll have a look inside your mind And tell where you belong!

The whole class applauded. Professor McGonagall stepped forward.
"When I call your name, you will step forward and I will place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Aberforth, Jake!"
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"Afondonies, Emelia!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Amondones, Nia!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
"Bones, Jenny Tai!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
The sorting went on and on. McGonagall reached the E's
"Esguerra, Samantha!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Evans, Natasha!"
Natasha walked forward, McGonagall placed the hat on Natasha's head. The hat whispered in Natasha's ear.
"Heir to Salazar Slytherin eh?" the Sorting Hat asked
"Yes," Natasha thought. "Now will you just sort me?" She asked annoyed.
"Alright then," the hat said. "SLYTHERIN!"
Natasha walked over to the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy leaned forward and dropped a letter on Natasha's plate. Natasha picked up the letter and read it.

Dear Natasha,
Congratulations on becoming a Slytherin! I knew you would make it. I am sure that your father is very proud of you right now. Keep up the work and make sure to do what your father tells you to do. Always follow the instructions that your father gives you. If you do it properly, Harry Potter will be defeated and your father will surely come back. Follow the instructions Draco tells you and always keep your eye out for prying eyes. Someone could be reading it, too. And worst, telling Harry Potter. Do not leave this lying around. Destroy it after you have read it.

Yours sincerely,

Lucius Malfoy

"How'd your dad know I was sorted into Slytherin?" Natasha asked Draco.
"That's easy." He said. "You and your father are the only heirs of Slytherin left. Naturally, you'd be sorted into Slytherin."
"Malfoy, Natalie!" McGonagall called.
Natasha saw Natalie walk up to the stool. About 30 seconds passed and the hat shouted "SLYTHERIN!"
Natalie walked over to the Slytherin table to join Natasha and her brother. She saw the letter still clutched in Natasha's hand.
"What's that?" She asked Natasha.
"Oh, just a congratulations letter from your father. Told me to do everything your brother says." Natasha said airily. "You know, to follow everything dad says."
"Oh, okay." Natalie asked. She looked away and watched the remainder of the sorting. While she was looking there, Natasha pulled out her wand, pointed it at the paper and whispered "Inflamaret." The piece of paper immediately burst into flames.

After Ginny Weasley became Gryffindor, Dumbledore stood up and said:
"Naturally, I would have said a few words before meals. But not this year, I just plan to say, tuck in!"
The golden plates in front of them filled with food. But Natasha did not eat. She pulled out her peacock feather quill, a piece of parchment, and her red ink. She moved the plate out of the way and started to write.

Dear Mr. Malfoy,
Thank you very much. I appreciate your letter. I'm sure that my father is very proud, too. And I believe, so is my mother. Don't worry Mr. Malfoy; I'll do anything my father wants. And I will always follow the instructions your son tells me to do. After all, it's not only my father who wants revenge. It's also me. I want to get revenge on that git for making my father's spell backfire.
Please tell Mr. Rookwood that the prophecy he is looking for is in the 97th row. Thank you very much, Mr. Malfoy.

Natasha Evans Riddle

Natasha rolled the letter and stuffed it in her pocket. Just after she pulled her hand out of her pocket, the headmaster stood up and spoke again.
"Now that we are all fed and watered. I must tell you that it is getting late and you had better go up to bed. I ask the house prefects to lead the way. First years, always follow school rules and regulations. That is all. You may go up to your dormitories."
Natasha stood up and followed the other Slytherins into the dormitories. The Slytherin prefect led them to a bare stretch of damp wall.
"Riddle" the prefect said. The stretch of wall opened, revealing an underground dormitory. The walls of it looked as though they were underwater. All the Slytherins went inside. The prefect spoke again.
"This is the Slytherin common room. The girls dormitories, upstairs and down to your right, the boy's the same on your left. All of your belongings from the train have been brought up. Including all your pets. I advise that those with owls bring them to the Owlery tomorrow. Good night to you all."
"Come on, Natasha." Natalie said. "We'd better get to our dormitory. They said that the four poster's hangings were recently changed."
Natasha went upstairs and found Raptor sitting on one of the drawers. She went to him and told him to bring the letter to Lucius Malfoy. Raptor soared out of the window, into the grey night.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Disclaimer 1: I don't own any of these characters. J.K. Rowling owns them. I only own Natasha Evans Riddle, Natalie Malfoy, Natalie Evans-Riddle, Samantha Esguerra, and some of the other students that were sorted except for Ginny Weasley.

Disclaimer 2: The Sorting Hat's song is not mine either. That song can be found in pp. 176-177, chapter twelve, the triwizard tournament in the Goblet of Fire.