"First years this way! First years!" A gruffy voice yelled from the
riverside. "First years, pair up into fours and get in a boat." Timothy and
Samara paired up with two girls that had been in the room she changed in.
They rode the boat to the castle's front doors and walked up to see a young
man standing and waiting for them.
"Hello, I am Professor and Deputy Headmaster Dixon. When you enter the Great Hall you will group together in front of the front table and wait to be sorted into your respectful house. They are Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. Now let's continue into the Great Hall." Timothy and Samara looked at each other and shrugged. Many names were called, and around the middle Samara was called.
"Samara Malfoy." She stepped up and sat on a giant stool. Professor Dixon placed an old hat that they called the Sorting Hat on her head.
"SLYTHERIN!" It screamed out before it really had a chance to sit. She jumped up and walked over to the Slytherin table. About ten minutes later Timothy was called.
"Timothy Potter." Everyone at the Head Table looked down at him. He didn't know why, but just shrugged it off. He put on the hat.
"Hmm, where to put you, where to put you, I know, like your parents, GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted out. He walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat in an empty space. The boy next to him looked oddly familiar, but he couldn't figure out why.
"Timothy? Timothy Potter? Is it really you?"
"Yes, and you are?"
"Derrick Weasley."
"Oh, Ron Weasley's son? Our parents are like best friends!"
"Yeah, but we haven't spoken since we were, what, five?"
"Yeah, hey, I really wish that one girl had been in here, instead of Slytherin."
"Who?"
"Samara Malfoy."
"A Malfoy, in Gryffindor, that'll be the day."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, my dad told me that not one single person in Slytherin became a good witch or wizard. Also, he was always talking about this guy that he and your parents hated in school, Draco Malfoy. So don't go messing around with people like her. She's bad news."
"That's were I heard that name! But, she's different! On the train, we talked, and she slept in my lap, and we're friends! She's different! I know she is!"
"Don't let your parents hear you say you're friends with a Malfoy, they'll go ballistic."
"Well, I don't care. I'm her friend, and a name or house can't change that."
A/N- so, should I continue? Please review, and please let me know.
"Hello, I am Professor and Deputy Headmaster Dixon. When you enter the Great Hall you will group together in front of the front table and wait to be sorted into your respectful house. They are Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. Now let's continue into the Great Hall." Timothy and Samara looked at each other and shrugged. Many names were called, and around the middle Samara was called.
"Samara Malfoy." She stepped up and sat on a giant stool. Professor Dixon placed an old hat that they called the Sorting Hat on her head.
"SLYTHERIN!" It screamed out before it really had a chance to sit. She jumped up and walked over to the Slytherin table. About ten minutes later Timothy was called.
"Timothy Potter." Everyone at the Head Table looked down at him. He didn't know why, but just shrugged it off. He put on the hat.
"Hmm, where to put you, where to put you, I know, like your parents, GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted out. He walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat in an empty space. The boy next to him looked oddly familiar, but he couldn't figure out why.
"Timothy? Timothy Potter? Is it really you?"
"Yes, and you are?"
"Derrick Weasley."
"Oh, Ron Weasley's son? Our parents are like best friends!"
"Yeah, but we haven't spoken since we were, what, five?"
"Yeah, hey, I really wish that one girl had been in here, instead of Slytherin."
"Who?"
"Samara Malfoy."
"A Malfoy, in Gryffindor, that'll be the day."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, my dad told me that not one single person in Slytherin became a good witch or wizard. Also, he was always talking about this guy that he and your parents hated in school, Draco Malfoy. So don't go messing around with people like her. She's bad news."
"That's were I heard that name! But, she's different! On the train, we talked, and she slept in my lap, and we're friends! She's different! I know she is!"
"Don't let your parents hear you say you're friends with a Malfoy, they'll go ballistic."
"Well, I don't care. I'm her friend, and a name or house can't change that."
A/N- so, should I continue? Please review, and please let me know.