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Violet stood fiddling with her robes. It was time to go into the Great Hall to get sorted. She had asked Hermione to braid her hair on the way up, to make her hair more pretty (Ron had said it would make her look more cute), but she wasn't sure she was that pretty. A couple of first-year boys had wolf-whistled at her, but Harry had defended her honor, saying that they should find something better to do. They of course, respected the "almighty and famous" Harry Potter, and scampered off immediately. She followed the other first-years into the Great Hall, and stood with them in front of the other students who, obviously, weren't first-years. She saw Harry, Hermione and Ron sitting at the Gryffindor table, and they waved at her. She smiled nervously at them, but Harry gave her a thumbs-up. She was getting lots of curious stares. She could hear some of the older students whispering things like "What's an older girl doing with the first years?" and "I've never seen her before, is she a new prefect or something?" She ignored them. Then, an older lady with her hair in a tight bun walked into the Hall, carrying a stool and a very old and dirty hat. 'Will I have to put that on? Maybe I have to get a rabbit out of it . . .?' she found herself thinking. She waited nervously as the lady pulled out a scroll of parchment and read a name off of it.
"Applehart, Kristina!" she called. A girl with stunning, strait brunette hair walked up to the stool eagerly and jammed the hat on her head. There was a short pause, and then the hat opened up a rip in itself, almost like a mouth, and to Violet's complete surprise, it shouted!
"RAVENCLAW!" it said, and the girl scampered off to the table next to the Gryffindors, of which all of the students sitting at it were cheering. She stopped paying attention at this point and let her mind wander. 'What will the other students say when they find out I'm a Dumbledore? What will Ron and Hermione say? They don't know my last name! What will Grandfather say if I'm put into Slytherin?!'
Then she heard her name.
"Dumbledore, Violet!" said the lady, who looked up in surprise. Violet, trembling from head to toe, slowly walked up to the stool, very aware of all the whispering going on around her. She sat down on the stool, and the lady placed the hat on her head. Again, to her surprise, a voice started talking to her. She guessed it must be the hat.
"Ah, Miss Dumbledore! I was wondering when you'd come along. I remember seeing you in your grandfather's office when you were very young. But more to the point: your placement. Hmmm, you're very brave, a ready mind, very kind and loyal, and you have a quick tongue as well. It seems you would do well in any house."
'Not Slytherin, please!' she thought desperately, though she wasn't sure the hat could hear her.
"Not Slytherin?" said the hat. "Why, you sound very much like Mr. Potter when he was sorted. But, Miss Dumbledore, it is our choices, not our personalities that decide where we go in life, so I think you would do best in . . . GRYFFINDOR!" and the Gryffindor table burst into cheers and applause. She was hardly aware that she was getting the loudest cheer yet. The Sorting Ceremony continued, and when all the new students were now seated comfortably at their tables, her grandfather stood up.
"Now, before we sink our teeth into the delicious feast out kitchens have prepared for us, I have a few start-of-term announcements to make. First, to all first years, the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden, and some of our other students should remember that as well." At this, he looked in Harry and Ron's direction. They smirked. Violet then remembered all the adventures they had told her about that they had in the forest. "Also," continued Dumbledore, "along with the other 508 items on the list of forbidden things in the castle, Mr. Filch has added anything made by the Weasley twins over the summer. I believe the full list can be seen in Mr. Filch's office. And, I believe that is all, so let us dig in!" As he said this, all the empty plates and goblets in front of Violet suddenly filled with food.
"Wow!" she said.
"Oh yeah, I meant to warn you about that," said Harry with a smile as he spooned some mashed potatoes on his plate.
"It's just like I remember . . ."
"Remember? I thought you had never been here before?" asked Ron, who had a chicken leg halfway to his lips, and some of it already in his mouth.
"RON! Don't talk with your mouth full!" Hermione scolded.
"I thought so too . . ." said Violet, ignoring Hermione's scolding. "But for some reason, while I was under the sorting hat, the hat said that it remembered seeing me in Grandfather's office when I was younger. And this place . . .it just looks so familiar." Violet said, pouring some water into her goblet and taking a sip.
"Hmmm, that's odd." Harry said, and changed the subject. "You were up there for a long time, Violet. What did the hat say to you?" he asked curiously.
"It had a hard time figuring out where to put me. It said I would do well in any house."
At this, Harry, who had been about to eat some more potatoes, stopped, his fork mid-way to his mouth. He looked at her strangely.
"What?" said Violet.
"Slytherin included?" asked Harry.
"Well, yeah. I told it I didn't want to be in Slytherin, though, and-" but Harry cut her off.
"Then that's why you're in Gryffindor. Did the hat say something like 'it's our choices that decide where we go' or something of the like?"
"Yeah. It said . . ." at this point she stopped.
Harry stopped his rambling, too, as he still didn't want Ron and Hermione to know that the hat had considered putting HIM in Slytherin. "Meet me in the astronomy tower tonight at 1:00. I want to talk to you," he said quietly and seriously. Violet nodded her head and went back to eating as if the conversation had never happened.
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Violet quietly stepped out of the Gryffindor Common Room, and walked down the long, empty corridor.
'Why didn't I ask Harry where in the heck the Astronomy Tower is? I don't even know where any of my classes are!'' she thought. She looked around, and sighed impatiently. She looked at her watch. It registered 12:55AM.
She growled angrily, but softly. She heard the portrait open, and she heard someone walk out. She turned around to see who it was, but she couldn't see anyone. Then she heard a voice.
"Violet?" it said. It sure sounded a lot like Harry . . .
"Where are you?" she asked. Harry then materialized into being in front of her. She opened her mouth to scream, but Harry placed his hand over it.
"Shhh" he said.
"Mhdiwlkrijrr" she said, his hand still over her mouth
"WHAT?" he whispered, and removed his hand. Violet gasped for breath.
"I said, how did you do that?" she asked, holding her hand to her chest and gasping for air.
"Oh, yeah, sorry. I wasn't expecting you to be right here when I came out. It's called an invisibility cloak," he said, holding up a silvery material.
"Oh. It's very pretty." She said and gently touched the material. "I was standing out here, wondering where the Astronomy Tower is. You didn't give me directions, so, I was kinda in a pickle."
"Oops," said Harry. "Sorry, again. If you can believe it, I forgot how to get there over the summer, too. That's where this comes in," he said, pulling an extremely old piece of parchment out of his robes.
"A century old piece of parchment?" she said.
"What an innocent bystander might think," he said. He took out his wand and touched the tip to the parchment. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," he said. Lines started spreading all around the parchment, so it was now a map. At the top were the words "Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, Purveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief Makers are proud to present: The Marauder's Map"
"The Marauder's Map?" asked Violet.
"Yep. This little beauty has helped me a lot more times than you could imagine." Said Harry.
"And who are these people: Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs?"
"I'll explain everything when we get to the Astronomy Tower," he said, and started walking, looking at the map.
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