Stella yawned loudly as she dragged herself out of bed. It was a bright, beautiful, morning. She took a shower, got dressed, etc, etc, and walked out of her room to breakfast. She went downstairs and a few hallways, and soon ended up in a room with a long, rectangular, table with plenty of food for everyone. She sat down and grabbed some food.

Today was the day that she would go to Hogwarts. Stella was nervous, fearful and excited all at once, which didn't give her a big appetite. She heard the others talking at the table.

"Stella, are you excited?" asked Nacrissa, kind of cheerful.

"Yes…" Stella muttered.

"You're not going to talk about the Death Eaters and… him, are you?" asked Lucius.

"No… I won't," she mumbled.

"Good!"

"If you end up in Slytherin, stay away from me," said Draco, picking at his scrambled eggs with a fork.

"Fine with me," Stella muttered.

"I do hope you get into Slytherin, Stella, it's quite fun," said Nacrissa.

"Yeah, whatever."

"Most pure-bloods go there… If you're one, then you'll definitely be there," mumbled Lucius.

"Uh huh…" muttered Stella.

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Stella was on the train now. She didn't talk to anyone because she didn't want to and was afraid to. She bought some Chocolate Frogs and afterwards, she stared out of the window. She loved doing that… Just staring at the grassy land… Enjoying the warmth of the sunshine… Looking at the rivers…

She accidentally fell asleep.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"WAKE UP STELLA!! OR I'LL KILL YOU!!" shouted a voice. When Stella opened her eyes and it was Draco.

"What…? Is it time to get off?" she muttered.

"It's exactly the time to get off. You shouldn't sleep on the train! You might end up not going to Hogwarts at all!! I can't look after you all the time, you know."

"Why are you looking after me right now?"

"I'm a Prefect," Draco snapped.

"Okay… Fine… Whatever," muttered Stella as she got up and grabbed her things. Her stomach rumbled.

"I'm hungry," she said.

"Stop whining. You'll eat soon," mumbled Draco as he dragged her outside.

Stella went to the big man that said, "First yers, first yers, come over her' please." Soon Stella was in a boat. The small vessels swam through the lake. She could see the huge castle looming ahead. It was beautiful.

Later, all of the first years were inside, behind the doors of the Great Hall. There was an old lady in front of them.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," she said, "Before you can take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

"The four houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own history and each has produced excellent witches and wizards. Your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup.

The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

Students talked among themselves as they waited. As a few minutes passed, they went in. More than half of the school population in the Great Hall stared at the walking first years. The first years stopped when they saw the Sorting Hat upon a stool. The old, patched hat had its brim ripped so it can start singing. After it was done, there was applause echoing about the Great Hall.

"When I call out your name, you'll put on the hat. Go to the house it shouts," said the old lady.

"Bard, Howels."

The boy went and put the hat on. After some silence, the hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

"Dower, Daniel."

"RAVENCLAW!"

Stella watched surprisingly. She expected some sort of test or question and answer sort of thing. However, it was just a simple, patched, old hat.

"Ellen, Harriet."

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

There were eight students left. Some nervous, some excited.

"Fertan, Lisa."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Hailet, Silvera."

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Isant, Jaren."

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Littlemurr, John."

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Natellan, George."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Malfoy…? Er, Stella."

Stella glared at her. "For the millionth time, I AM Draco's SISTER!!" thought Stella.

She walked up and put on the hat. She thought she gone nuts when she heard a voice in her head.

"Wow, Draco didn't even know about you when I sorted him. Are you adopted?"

"Err, yes," thought back Stella.

"That's VERY unexpected of the Malfoys…"

"Are you supposed to sort me or have conversations with me?"

"Hmm… A bit impatient… Brave… Pretty smart no doubt…"

"Brave?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

"We also got pure-blood here… Now I see why Nacrissa  adopted you. Very Slytherin-ish of her..."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"So… Slytherin it is?"

"Well, hard to say. You have a bit of everything. However, you'd do great in…"

"GRYFFINDOR!!"

Stella was shocked. Her stomach seemed to weigh a ton. Everyone was clapping except the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables. This was very strange. Draco gaped at her. A few Gryffindors were looking suspiciously at her. After she took the hat off, she walked to the Gryffindor table. The Potions teacher looked like he was about to have a heart attack. The old lady looked confused, as well as the Headmaster.

"Well then… Let's continue… Ruth, Harold."

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Zerrant, Isabella."

"RAVENCLAW!"

Lots of more applause echoed, and it soon died when Dumbledore spoke.

"I'd like to make a few reminders. Every student is forbidden to go into the Forbidden Forest. It's quite a dangerous place and it'll be a waste of your time. There's also many other forbidden things, which can be listed on Mr. Filch's door. Such things are that magic is not permitted in corridors between classes.

Our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is Jessica Nightwind. I hope you give her as much respect as you would to all of the other Hogwarts teachers."

Applause echoed through the hall.

"Enjoy your dinner," said the Headmaster.