Zane Cobalt, the Muggle-Born Slytherin
The Sorting Ceremony
As the suit of armor advanced, chanting "kill! Kill!" over and over. The first years began to edge back. Both Malfoy twins let out a shrill scream. Zane however was trying to remember something he'd read this summer. He pulled out his wand, and aimed at the armor. "Wingardium . . ." he made a swish with his wand, "Leviosa" he flicked his wand . . . and all of a sudden the apparently murderous armor was floating off the ground.
Everybody stared at Zane, who could only say, "Holy shit! It worked!" with a flick of the wrist of his wand hand, he sent the armor flying. Prof. Granger had been intrigued when a first year had pulled out their wand so she had watched. Now she saw the armor in a pile against a far wall.
"Excellent job Cobalt," she said. Then she turned her face to the armor and roared, "PEEVES!"
Out of the armor rose a gray specter. "Just havin' a spot o' fun with the poppets. Wouldn't have hurt them." As Peeves saw the ever angrier look in Prof. Granger's eyes he bowed his hat and zoomed out saying only, "Bye!"
Zane only stared as everyone else seemed to calm down. "What the hell was that?" he asked Prof. Granger.
"That was Peeves, the school's poltergeist."
"This school has a ghost?" he said in disbelief.
"Actually," she said in her teacher voice, "it has several, but Peeves is not a ghost, and the ghosts will thank you not to refer to him as such."
'Several ghosts?" was all Zane could think about. Why would there be ghosts?
His thoughts were interrupted as Prof. Granger called for attention. "Students! It is Hogwart's tradition that all students be sorted into one of four houses. Your house will be your family while at Hogwart's. you will have classes with them, meals with them, and room with them. Also there is the tradition of the house points contest. Your successes will earn your house points, rule breaking will lose your house points. Now, you will enter in a slow double file line. You will walk up between the four house tables. When I call your name you will sit on the stool provided and I will place the sorting hat upon you. It will then look into your head and tell you which house you are best suited for." With that she turned around and all filed in behind her.
The hat was tattered and torn and very, very old. It sang a fun song about the founders and what the houses meant. Zane had to admit it was a catchy tune ( A/N: I will not be writing a Sorting Hat Song because I cannot write lyrically. You don't even want to know about my singing. This is also the reason that I wrote Harry as missing the sorting in my other story).
Prof. Granger took out a scroll and began to call out names. She quickly came to . . .
"Cobalt, Zane"
the sorting hat was placed upon him and a voice filled his head. "Hmm, yes, yes. You are a very interesting person. So familiar. Well, you have a thirst for knowledge, and a willingness for to do hard work. You are extremely brave, but . . . You want something. Don't you?"
"I want power," he thought to the Sorting Hat. "I want the world to know that I am strong, I want to be strong enough to save those I care about."
"Yes," the Hat whispered to him, "Ambition is what drives you. You thirst for power. Hopefully you will use it better than other members of your house . .. the house of .. .
"SLYTHERIN!" the Sorting Hat shouted.
The Malfoy twins whispered something to the head of the table and quickly all the applause he had been receiving died out. He held his head high none the less and took a seat at the head of the table, closest to the others. Shelly smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up. He mouthed the words 'good luck' to her as he took his seat. Rachel and Lo-Ith offered their condolences as he passed them.
The next two were both sorted into Hufflepuff, and then one for Gryffindor, and then another for Slytherin, and then Prof. Granger called, "Longbottom, Shelly"
The Hat sat upon her head for three minutes, all the while she went through several expressions. Eventually her face became one of surrender, and the Hat called "RAVENCLAW!"
More names called, and then "Malfoy, Betelgeuse"
That hat never even touched his head before it yelled out, "SLYTHERIN!"
The same thing occurred when his twin sister was called. Then it wasn't long until, "Stonewater, Rachel."
The hat was on her for three seconds when it called out, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Then a few more names and the last person was called, "Voluth, Lo- Ith"
The Hat spent a full thirty seconds on her, and finally said, "GRYFFINDOR!".
With the Sorting complete and everyone seated, Prof. Granger said, "Before I turn over the floor to our headmistress, I would like to take the honor of awarding the first house points of the year. Thirty points to Slytherin house for Mr. Cobalt's courage and early mastery of the levitation charm." The house, which she obviously expected to applaud, remained deathly silent. Zane didn't let his face show how this made him feel.
Prof. Granger, gestured to Prof. McGonagall and sat down. Prof. McGonagall stood and said, "Welcome students. There will be a few start of term announcements and then you may begin your meal.
"First, I would like to inform all first year, and remind the rest of you, that the forest on the edge of the school's grounds is strictly forbidden, hence it is called the "Forbidden Forest.'
"Second, I would like you all to know that Mr. White, our grounds and games keeper has posted a full list of all contraband items. However he does wish that you do not attempt to disturb him in his cabin.
"Third, I would like to have the honor of introducing our new Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor, Auror Nymphadora Tonks." She gestured to the woman on her right. She wore her hair that day as a bright honey blonde, and a couple of electric blue marks on her cheeks. The teacher in question grimaced as her names was announced and looked pleadingly at the headmistress, who smiled kindly. "Students are of course never to refer to teachers by their first names, without express permission."
Zane asked the person sitting next to him, whom he had not looked at, what an auror was. When no answer came he turned and looked and found a Malfoy glaring at him. "Forget it," he said and turned back.
"Now, without further ado . . . Bon Appetite." With that the plates, goblets, and trays began to fill with food and drink. Zane quickly realized that he was famished. He began to eat quickly, but a question nagged at the back of his mind . . . "Where had this food come from?"
once he had gorged himself on all the food he could reach, Prof. McGonagall stood and said, "Prefects! Please lead your classes to your common rooms."
Zane stood and followed the student wearing the "prefect" badge. Nevermore squawked with distrust of these people. Zane had to agree. He followed down into what looked like the bowels of the school. dungeons. This did not sit well with Zane. His decsent into the stoney school was not happy. No none spoke to him. "Well," he thought to himself, "I guess they know that I'm a Muggle-born."
They approached a portrait of a young man in Hogwart's robes, he wore Slythrin colors, and a Head-boy badge. "Memorize this!" called the prefect concededly, he then turned to the portrait and said, "Riddle was right." The portrait swung open and they entered the common room. They were guided to their dorm, and Zane quickly found his bed. He didn't figure he would find anybody to talk to, so he resigned himself to go to bed.
His things were already at his bed, which he found fairly creepy. He dressed for bed, and took out his small battery powered alarm clock. He wound it up to ring at six in the morning, he had always been an early riser. As he fell asleep he dreamt not of flying around again, but of happieness, but of hardship.
In his dream he was walking though a field where the grass kept wrapping around his feet. He was in a race, and he was racing against the three girls he had met on the train, but he wanted to help them. He wanted to win, but with them. He woke up in the morning, very confused. As he reached over to shut off his alarm, he noticed the foul looks from his roommates. He also found a note on his clock.
"You are the first Mudblood in five decades to invade Slytherin house, and you won't survive the year to brag about it."
He crumpled the note and threw it in the garbage. This would be a trying experience. He showered and dressed in his robes for the second time. He liked how they felt. He was ready and excited. By the time he got to breakfast, he saw many Slytherins already eating. He loaded a plate and left the Great Hall. He sat in a window sill on the second floor and ate. He didn't know why he had come this far just to eat break fast, but he figured it was as good a place as any to eat in silence.
"Zane?" called a voice. He turned around, almost spilling his scrambled eggs, and saw Shelly headed his way.
"Shelly?" he said, "what are you doing here?"
"I saw you leave. I also saw the reception you got last night. It cant be easy on you." She smiled weakly, trying to cheer him up.
"Thanks for checking up on me, but I'm fine." He looked into her eyes and saw real concern there. "Toast?" he offered from his plate. She took a piece and they had breakfast together in the hallway. They talked about his note, she said he should go to Prof. McGonagall about it. He said, he would rather deal with it on his own. Suddenly Nevermore came zipping up to them, with two pieces of parchment in her beak.
Zane took the parchments and let Nevermore flutter to her place on his shoulder. He handed the one with Shelly's name on it to her. quickly he realized that this was his schedule. "Charms first," she said.
"Potions," he said, "Double with the Gryffindors."
"I gotta dash," she said, "it is a long way to the common room, and I need to pick up my things.
He looked to Nevermore and said, "You not only picked up my schedule, but you picked Shelly's up too. You are one damn smart bird." He gave her a nibble of toast as he walked toward the Slytherin common room. When he finally got to the portrait of the Slytherin Head-Boy, he gave the password, but the boy looked down and smiled as he said, "Sorry, mate. The password has been changed."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dun dun Dunnnnn (Dramatic reverb) well? Any thoughts as to my third chapter? Please tell me . . . don't make me beg . . . don't make me . . . Oh pleeeeeaseeee!!!
The Sorting Ceremony
As the suit of armor advanced, chanting "kill! Kill!" over and over. The first years began to edge back. Both Malfoy twins let out a shrill scream. Zane however was trying to remember something he'd read this summer. He pulled out his wand, and aimed at the armor. "Wingardium . . ." he made a swish with his wand, "Leviosa" he flicked his wand . . . and all of a sudden the apparently murderous armor was floating off the ground.
Everybody stared at Zane, who could only say, "Holy shit! It worked!" with a flick of the wrist of his wand hand, he sent the armor flying. Prof. Granger had been intrigued when a first year had pulled out their wand so she had watched. Now she saw the armor in a pile against a far wall.
"Excellent job Cobalt," she said. Then she turned her face to the armor and roared, "PEEVES!"
Out of the armor rose a gray specter. "Just havin' a spot o' fun with the poppets. Wouldn't have hurt them." As Peeves saw the ever angrier look in Prof. Granger's eyes he bowed his hat and zoomed out saying only, "Bye!"
Zane only stared as everyone else seemed to calm down. "What the hell was that?" he asked Prof. Granger.
"That was Peeves, the school's poltergeist."
"This school has a ghost?" he said in disbelief.
"Actually," she said in her teacher voice, "it has several, but Peeves is not a ghost, and the ghosts will thank you not to refer to him as such."
'Several ghosts?" was all Zane could think about. Why would there be ghosts?
His thoughts were interrupted as Prof. Granger called for attention. "Students! It is Hogwart's tradition that all students be sorted into one of four houses. Your house will be your family while at Hogwart's. you will have classes with them, meals with them, and room with them. Also there is the tradition of the house points contest. Your successes will earn your house points, rule breaking will lose your house points. Now, you will enter in a slow double file line. You will walk up between the four house tables. When I call your name you will sit on the stool provided and I will place the sorting hat upon you. It will then look into your head and tell you which house you are best suited for." With that she turned around and all filed in behind her.
The hat was tattered and torn and very, very old. It sang a fun song about the founders and what the houses meant. Zane had to admit it was a catchy tune ( A/N: I will not be writing a Sorting Hat Song because I cannot write lyrically. You don't even want to know about my singing. This is also the reason that I wrote Harry as missing the sorting in my other story).
Prof. Granger took out a scroll and began to call out names. She quickly came to . . .
"Cobalt, Zane"
the sorting hat was placed upon him and a voice filled his head. "Hmm, yes, yes. You are a very interesting person. So familiar. Well, you have a thirst for knowledge, and a willingness for to do hard work. You are extremely brave, but . . . You want something. Don't you?"
"I want power," he thought to the Sorting Hat. "I want the world to know that I am strong, I want to be strong enough to save those I care about."
"Yes," the Hat whispered to him, "Ambition is what drives you. You thirst for power. Hopefully you will use it better than other members of your house . .. the house of .. .
"SLYTHERIN!" the Sorting Hat shouted.
The Malfoy twins whispered something to the head of the table and quickly all the applause he had been receiving died out. He held his head high none the less and took a seat at the head of the table, closest to the others. Shelly smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up. He mouthed the words 'good luck' to her as he took his seat. Rachel and Lo-Ith offered their condolences as he passed them.
The next two were both sorted into Hufflepuff, and then one for Gryffindor, and then another for Slytherin, and then Prof. Granger called, "Longbottom, Shelly"
The Hat sat upon her head for three minutes, all the while she went through several expressions. Eventually her face became one of surrender, and the Hat called "RAVENCLAW!"
More names called, and then "Malfoy, Betelgeuse"
That hat never even touched his head before it yelled out, "SLYTHERIN!"
The same thing occurred when his twin sister was called. Then it wasn't long until, "Stonewater, Rachel."
The hat was on her for three seconds when it called out, "GRYFFINDOR!"
Then a few more names and the last person was called, "Voluth, Lo- Ith"
The Hat spent a full thirty seconds on her, and finally said, "GRYFFINDOR!".
With the Sorting complete and everyone seated, Prof. Granger said, "Before I turn over the floor to our headmistress, I would like to take the honor of awarding the first house points of the year. Thirty points to Slytherin house for Mr. Cobalt's courage and early mastery of the levitation charm." The house, which she obviously expected to applaud, remained deathly silent. Zane didn't let his face show how this made him feel.
Prof. Granger, gestured to Prof. McGonagall and sat down. Prof. McGonagall stood and said, "Welcome students. There will be a few start of term announcements and then you may begin your meal.
"First, I would like to inform all first year, and remind the rest of you, that the forest on the edge of the school's grounds is strictly forbidden, hence it is called the "Forbidden Forest.'
"Second, I would like you all to know that Mr. White, our grounds and games keeper has posted a full list of all contraband items. However he does wish that you do not attempt to disturb him in his cabin.
"Third, I would like to have the honor of introducing our new Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor, Auror Nymphadora Tonks." She gestured to the woman on her right. She wore her hair that day as a bright honey blonde, and a couple of electric blue marks on her cheeks. The teacher in question grimaced as her names was announced and looked pleadingly at the headmistress, who smiled kindly. "Students are of course never to refer to teachers by their first names, without express permission."
Zane asked the person sitting next to him, whom he had not looked at, what an auror was. When no answer came he turned and looked and found a Malfoy glaring at him. "Forget it," he said and turned back.
"Now, without further ado . . . Bon Appetite." With that the plates, goblets, and trays began to fill with food and drink. Zane quickly realized that he was famished. He began to eat quickly, but a question nagged at the back of his mind . . . "Where had this food come from?"
once he had gorged himself on all the food he could reach, Prof. McGonagall stood and said, "Prefects! Please lead your classes to your common rooms."
Zane stood and followed the student wearing the "prefect" badge. Nevermore squawked with distrust of these people. Zane had to agree. He followed down into what looked like the bowels of the school. dungeons. This did not sit well with Zane. His decsent into the stoney school was not happy. No none spoke to him. "Well," he thought to himself, "I guess they know that I'm a Muggle-born."
They approached a portrait of a young man in Hogwart's robes, he wore Slythrin colors, and a Head-boy badge. "Memorize this!" called the prefect concededly, he then turned to the portrait and said, "Riddle was right." The portrait swung open and they entered the common room. They were guided to their dorm, and Zane quickly found his bed. He didn't figure he would find anybody to talk to, so he resigned himself to go to bed.
His things were already at his bed, which he found fairly creepy. He dressed for bed, and took out his small battery powered alarm clock. He wound it up to ring at six in the morning, he had always been an early riser. As he fell asleep he dreamt not of flying around again, but of happieness, but of hardship.
In his dream he was walking though a field where the grass kept wrapping around his feet. He was in a race, and he was racing against the three girls he had met on the train, but he wanted to help them. He wanted to win, but with them. He woke up in the morning, very confused. As he reached over to shut off his alarm, he noticed the foul looks from his roommates. He also found a note on his clock.
"You are the first Mudblood in five decades to invade Slytherin house, and you won't survive the year to brag about it."
He crumpled the note and threw it in the garbage. This would be a trying experience. He showered and dressed in his robes for the second time. He liked how they felt. He was ready and excited. By the time he got to breakfast, he saw many Slytherins already eating. He loaded a plate and left the Great Hall. He sat in a window sill on the second floor and ate. He didn't know why he had come this far just to eat break fast, but he figured it was as good a place as any to eat in silence.
"Zane?" called a voice. He turned around, almost spilling his scrambled eggs, and saw Shelly headed his way.
"Shelly?" he said, "what are you doing here?"
"I saw you leave. I also saw the reception you got last night. It cant be easy on you." She smiled weakly, trying to cheer him up.
"Thanks for checking up on me, but I'm fine." He looked into her eyes and saw real concern there. "Toast?" he offered from his plate. She took a piece and they had breakfast together in the hallway. They talked about his note, she said he should go to Prof. McGonagall about it. He said, he would rather deal with it on his own. Suddenly Nevermore came zipping up to them, with two pieces of parchment in her beak.
Zane took the parchments and let Nevermore flutter to her place on his shoulder. He handed the one with Shelly's name on it to her. quickly he realized that this was his schedule. "Charms first," she said.
"Potions," he said, "Double with the Gryffindors."
"I gotta dash," she said, "it is a long way to the common room, and I need to pick up my things.
He looked to Nevermore and said, "You not only picked up my schedule, but you picked Shelly's up too. You are one damn smart bird." He gave her a nibble of toast as he walked toward the Slytherin common room. When he finally got to the portrait of the Slytherin Head-Boy, he gave the password, but the boy looked down and smiled as he said, "Sorry, mate. The password has been changed."
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dun dun Dunnnnn (Dramatic reverb) well? Any thoughts as to my third chapter? Please tell me . . . don't make me beg . . . don't make me . . . Oh pleeeeeaseeee!!!