Disclaimer: No. I am not J.K. Rowling. If I was, I wouldn't waste time with petty fan fictions and just publish my book. (But the Stella character is def mine)
Ron, Hermione, and Harry took their seats at the Gryffindor House Table. The sorting ceremony was about to begin. The Great Hall quieted as Professor McGonagall entered with the first years. She then bought out the familiar three-legged school and the patched and fraying Sorting Hat. However, the Sorting Hat remained silent. Instead, Professor Dumbledore stood up.
"We have a new student at Hogwarts this year," Dumbledore said.
A new student? This was unheard of, thought Ron.
"She is a sixth year coming to us from America. May I present Miss Stella Camero," Dumbledore announced. A dark-haired girl stepped out from the shadows. The students began to clap hesitantly. They were unsure of what to make of this new girl.
"She will now be sorted," said Dumbledore. The girl sat down on the stool and Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on her head.
After a few minutes, the Sorting Hat cried, "GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor Table clapped politely and Stella took the empty seat next to Harry. Ron glanced at her. Now that he had a closer look, he noticed that she had green eyes like Harry. Wow, Ron thought, she looks enough like Harry to be his sister.
The Sorting began, but oddly, there was no song. After the first years were properly sorted, Dumbledore stood up to announce this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
"Students, I am glad to introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Nymphadora Tonks," Dumbledore said.
"Just Tonks, if you please," Tonks piped up, while attempting to stand up without spilling pumpkin juice all over the tablecloth. Harry, Hermione and Ron just stared.
Reviews:
Hopefire:Hopefire, I am sooo sooo sorry…I can't help but write short chapters…I guess it's just my style…I'm really trying to make them longer…but it's just not working! But keep reading though, I'm hoping that as I get into it, the chapters get longer.
Geena-Waters:Yeah, me too, Geena. I think I have the plotline all figured out, but as I write I keep getting new ideas…oh what pressure J.K. must be under!