Chapter One: The Sorting.

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Jimmi walked up and down the halls, trying to find the compartment Artie was in. "Artie?!" He called, "Artie!" he was about to open a door when it slammed into his face. "Ow!" he yelped.

A slightly chubby girl with freakishly light hair opened the door, "Merlin! I am so sorry!"

Jimmie, nursing his nose grumbled, "Its alright."

"Its starting to bleed!" She said, taking out her wand, "Rependario!" she said, swishing it, immediately the pain in Jimmi's nose receded and the bleeding stopped.

"Uh...........thanks?" He said.

She smiled, "No problem. Are you a first year?"

"Yeah."

Suddenly, a tall, gaunt boy with hair darker than Jimmi's emerged from the compartment, he had icy gray eyes that seemed to pierce Jimmi. "May I help you?" He said, his voice as cool as his eyes.

"Uh," He said, slightly intimidated. He looked at the boy's robes and realized there was a silver snake on it. A Slytherin. "No!" He said abruptly.

The girl who had helped him looked at Jimmi quizzically, "What's the matter with you?"

"I'm not supposed to talk to Slytherins." He said in a rather cruel tone.

The taller boy sent Jimmi a look that made him cower. "What do you have against Slytherins?" he said in a equally cruel tone.

"They're annoying, rude and rather smelly." Came a voice from behind Jimmi. He turned to see Gred and Forge.

"I should've known," Sneered the tall guy, "A Potter."

"And I should have known that a Malfoy would be terrifying our little brother." Replied Gred.

Moments later, Artie walked up, "Jim! Glad you're here, couldn't find you, but I ran into these two and.........." He trailed off as he saw the duo of Slytherins.

"More bloody Gryffs, you all should really start having population limits, say negative 3 children per year?" said the Slytherin boy.

"Watch it pal!" said Artie, starting to get red ears.

"Shut up you idiot!" Said the girl this time, aiming her wand at them.

Gred and Forge snickered, "What are you going to be doing with that?" asked Gred.

"Ya, you're only a bloody first year." Said Forge.

"Imertimi-"she started, but the older boy's fingers wrapped around the wand.

"Not here." He said.

The girl reluctantly nodded and sent Jimmi a look of pure acid.

The pair both walked into the compartment. Slamming the compartment in the Potter and Weasley faces. Gred and Forge made their way down the train's halls, eager to find and then go talk to the Jordan girls.

Jimmi looked at Artie, "That was weird."

Artie nodded, "Yeah, and I'll be sure to stay away from that geeky little girl."

Jimmi nodded, "Definitely. I know there isn't such a thing as hatred at first sight, but that came pretty close."

They started walking toward their compartments.

"Slytherins." Said Artie.

"Slytherins." Agreed Jimmi.

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Morwen groaned as she entered the compartment. Stupid buggers, Mordred had just been trying to help! "Are all students here that way towards Slytherins?!" She said, slinking into her seat.

She hadn't seen Killian or Imy around, but was still hoping for them to find the Malfoy siblings before the train started.

Mordred sat across from her, cool indifference plastered on his face like always, "The Gryffindors and Slytherins tend to have a little rivalry here at Hogwarts, as it seems, so do the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. But everyone tends to get along with everyone else that aren't in a rival house."

"Why do we even have them?" Asked Morwen, curious.

Mordred shrugged, "No one cares anymore."

Morwen scowled, disappointed in the answer, suddenly there was a knock on the door and Morwen answered it. "You guys found us!" She exclaimed happily.

Imy Zabini, a lithe girl with golden eyes and dark brown hair, who you could tell would be really pretty one day, entered first, "Well duh stupid." She said happily. "That's a best friend's job!"

Killian, a stocky, shorter guy with black eyes and dark hair entered next. "Yeah." Was all he said, Killian wasn't quite as shy normally, but everyone knew he was deathly afraid of Mordred.

"Hello Morrie!" Exclaimed Imy, seeing Mordred in the corner.

"Hello." He said somberly. He looked at Killian and nodded.

Killian gave a shaky smile.

Imy, the chatterbox she was, immediately took a seat, "I cant wait to go to Hogwarts! I'm a little nervous about the Sorting though. I mean, it is a given that we'll all be in Slytherin, best house there is! But I mean, I heard some of the teachers are really mean. Like Krum, the Charms teacher, or Potter. I heard he is especially biased towards his house, the bloody Gryffs, so I know he'll be out for blood against us since we'll be in Slytherin, don't tcha think?"

All three of the occupants of the compartment looked at Imy in wonder, as she had said that in under 20 seconds.

"Don't you breathe?" asked Morwen in astonishment.

"Of course I breathe." She said, looking cross.

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Jimmi, Artie, Gred, Forge, Katie and Alicia Weasley (The boys' cousins) sat in the compartment. His cousins, Katie and Alicia, daughters of Fred and George Weasley, were a fourth and a fifth year in Gryffindor. Both talked to each other endlessly, stopping their conversation only briefly when Gred or Forge would ask questions about their friends, (and the duo's crushes) the Jordan girls.

"So, Alicia, has Tamara said anything about me?" said Gred, in what he thought was a Casanova way.

Alicia turned her head away for a moment, said "No." And turned back to her conversation about Herbology with Katie.

"Katie, has Juliette said anything about me?" asked Forge.

Katie followed suit the same way her cousin did.

The duo slumped in their seats, disappointed.

"So, Jim, what do you think Hogwarts will be like?" asked Artie.

Jimmi shrugged, and his anticipation grew as the train got nearer and nearer to Hogwarts.

Suddenly, there was a knock on their compartment door, Katie, closest to it, slide it open. "Ya?" she asked.

There was a waitress with a very large cart of food, "Would any of you like to purchase some snacks?"

Jimmi nodded eagerly and grabbed out a sickle. "One Cauldron Cake please."

"And two chocolate Frogs," Ordered Gred.

"And some Bertie's" said Artie.

"And some more Cauldron Cakes." Said Katie

"And More Bertie's. Some more frogs, and one of those sparkly things."

The waitress looked at them in absolute horror, "You want how much?!" She asked.

After about ten minutes of discussing various orders they finally came up with a list of:

5 chocolate frogs
7 cauldron cakes
9 bertie botts
and one of those sparkly things.

The waitress left extremely quick after handing the various foods to the clan of Weasleys, trying to avoid any more additions to the list.

Jimmi and Artie munched on their treats happily.

"So, are you nervous about the sorting?" Said Artie in between bites.

Jimmi shrugged, "Not really, it's a given that I'll be in Gryffindor. You too, I mean we're all from it."

Artie nodded. "Say, do you think the Chudley Cannons will take it this year?"

Jimmi snorted, "As if. The Salem Nooses will cream the Cannons."

"Will not!"

"Will too!"

Their argument lasted for a very long time. So long, in fact, that they weren't even near ready when the train pulled up at Hogwarts.

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Morwen looked about at Hogwarts with wonder. It was huge! The twinkling lights and many towers were amazing! Most astonishing, however, were the carriages. There were hundreds, and each were pulled by a terrifying creature with glossamer wings and a dragon's body.

"They're called threstrals, Morwen," Said Mordred, who left the train behind her, "Don't worry about them, they're harmless."

Morwen nodded her pudgy face, but still couldn't help but be terrified at the creatures.

Imy, who had come off right after her said, "What are? I don't see anything?!" She said, sounding disappointed.

Killian got off after Imy, "Me neither."

"Now you wouldn't, would you?" Said Mordred in a grave voice, but some humor glinting in his eyes.

Morwen was about to ask him something, but there was a giant of a man standing near some boats by the lake. He was HUGE with a gray grizzly beard and hair. He must be half giant or something, deducted Morwen.

The man called out in a thunderous voice, "Firs' years! firs' years over 'ere please!" He hollered.

Mordred nudged his little sister forward, giving her a look of confidence, "Don't worry about anything, I'll see you at the sorting." He said.

Morwen nodded and followed Imy and Killian, who had already boarded.

She stepped onto the boat carefully. It was cold and rather wet, and the only light source came from the dim illumination of a lantern. She sat next to a girl with long, blond hair and a somewhat dreamy expression. Killian and Imy were to her right.

"Ello! What's your name?" Said the girl happily.

"Morwen." She said kindly, giving her a smile, "What's yours?"

"My name is Leda Lovegood, and behind us is my twin brother Leif." She said.

"Glad to meet you," Mumbled Leif.

Morwen smiled and nodded, "You too."

Suddenly, the boats lurched forward.

"Crikey, this is excellent! No paddles or anything!" exclaimed Imy.

"Very cool." Said Killian.

Morwen couldn't help but smile as the boats slowly pulled into the school.

They were all herded off the boats into an enormous hallway. There was one set of grand doors in front of them, but they were closed. Imy, Killian, Leda, Leif, and Morwen all shared nervous grins.

"Come on already!" cried someone in the back.

Morwen turned around to see the boy and his friend she had met earlier on the train.

She rolled her eyes, "Oh, you again."

"Shut up four eyes!" said the red head.

"How original, allow me to quiver where I stand you idiot git!" Morwen replied.

This caught Imy's attention. "What's your problem?"

"Nothing." Said the dark haired one, "Don't worry, we're just dealing with a stupid Slytherin."

Imy's eyes narrowed, "Perhaps it might've escaped your attention then, that my name is Imy Zabini. I'm sure you've heard of my father?"

Color flushed out from the dark haired one's face.

Killian showed up behind him, cracking his knuckles, "And I'm Killian Crabbe."

Both boys, beginning to see they were out numbered, shut up instantly.

A man with all black robes and pale skin stood in front of them, holding a rather large scroll. His hair was jet black with flecks of gray and his eyes were a black ice. Something about him commanded attention and respect. His voice was clear when he spoke.

"Greetings, little miscreant wizards and witches. I am Professor Snape, Potions Master at this school."

Morwen's brain made up recognition at the name. Mordred and father had spoken of him often, this was their favorite teacher.

"Most of you, will not be able to even hope to become one half of the magic wielder that you wish to be. This institution's sole purpose is to give you even the slightest chance, in which you can try to one day become a great wizard or witch." He paused, "Though I doubt it."

Morwen then decided she liked this guy, as he presented a challenge. And Morwen had never been one to refuse a challenge.

"There are four houses here at Hogwarts; Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and my house, Slytherin." He sighed, a gut feeling telling him that the load of these students would be causing him great headaches in the near future, "Without further ado, The Sorting Ceremony."

The doors swung open and the new students entered what appeared to be a big cafeteria. There were 5 long tables filled with people. Four of those held what were obviously the students; Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Slytherin.

At the Slytherin table, Morwen saw her brother who winked, and Morwen gave a shy smile at him.

The other table, was at the front and appeared to hold all the faculty members.

Candles hung suspended in the air and the ceiling was bewitched to look like the sky. A huge grin broke onto Morwen's face, This was better than she ever hoped it would be!

In the front-middle of the room, there stood a tattered old hat on a stool. And imagine Morwen's surprise, when the hat began to burst into song.

Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat cant see, So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor-

At this, Imy gave Morwen a thumbs-down and Morwen pretended to gag

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart.



You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind.

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm the Thinking Cap.

At this, the whole hall burst into applause. Morwen felt more and more anxious to get this done and over with.

Snape undid the scroll, "Abbott, Michelina!" he called.

A girl went nervously to the stool, and almost before she set the hat on her head, the hat cried out:

HUFFLEPUFF!

Next was Ty Bones, who was declared a GRYFFINDOR!

After that came Boot, RAVENCLAW, Brones, SLYTHERIN, Brown, RAVENCLAW, Brown, GRYFFINDOR, Cabboble, HUFFLEPUFF, Chang, RAVENCLAW, and then came:

"Crabbe, Killian!" Rang Snape's voice.

Killian approached the stool nervously, and carefully sat the tattered hat on his head. After a few seconds, it rang out, "SLYTHERIN!!"

Imy and Morwen applauded loudly for their comrade, who flashed them a huge grin.

A few more names were called, and after Longbottom (Hufflepuff) there were "Lovegood and Lovegood." Who were both sorted into RAVENCLAW

Soon after that, the name "Malfoy, Morwen." Was called.

Morwen took a deep breath and went towards the stool. She carefully place the battered hat on her head.

Ah, another Malfoy, now let's see what we have here, said the hat

a head full of brains, that is quite clear

Cunning, and resourcefulness are found here in the lots

but I don't see one single speck of ambition in your thoughts

'What?!' thought Morwen 'I have plenty ambition!'

Ambition to learn, not to succeed, according to what I see here, Morwen, you don't care how far you go, and you have enough cleverness and wit to put you into.........

"RAVENCLAW!!" Boomed the hat.

This can't be good. She thought.

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Everyone gaped in shock as a Malfoy slowly, as if in defeat, and slowly walked over and sat at the Ravenclaw table. Snape even looked confused. Mordred, who was trying to help his sister build confidence with a comforting smile, soon began to gape.

Only the Lovegoods were completely oblivious to this fact and clapped really hard. Soon, Mordred, Imy, and Killian began to clap, and finally the Ravenclaw table applauded its newest member.

"Oh, Ah, yes," Said Snape as he began listing off names again.

Artie and Jimmi stood in the back of the crowd, "Can you believe it?! A Malfoy in Ravenclaw?!" exclaimed Artie.

"I know, that is really weird," Said Jimmi.

After "Paronne," Snape called, "Potter, James." In a rather disgusted tone.

Jimmi smiled at his brothers and at his father, Harry, who sat giving him a reassuring smile.

He approached the bench and carefully sat the tattered old hat on his head.

Ah, a Potter, this shall be easy, thought the hat.

Jimmi didn't know whether or not to take that as a compliment.

you have nerve, and are a polite, courteous lad. Loyalty runs think in your blood

'Gryffindor for me.' Thought Jimmi.

Now hold on, Mr. Potter, I am not finished yet

for you have knowledge and keen wit as well

you lack, however a certain sense of bravery, as you don't see the need to rush into things before you know all the facts

'Hold on, I'm courageous!' defended Jimmi

Not until you are sure of the circumstances, until then, you use your head, which will put you into.........

"RAVENCLAW!" Boomed the hat.

Jimmi looked around to see other shocked faces as well. His brothers, and cousins looked on in amazement. Artie's face fell some as he mouthed "Ravenclaw?!" to Jimmi.

Jimmi winced, however, when he saw his father's reaction. He looked somewhat surprised, yet disappointed. The Charms teacher, Mrs. Krum, also looked rather surprised.

Jimmi walked slowly and met the face of Morwen Malfoy, who was also sitting at the table.

They glared daggers at each other.

As Jimmi was preoccupied, Morwen managed to stick her foot out, causing Jimmi to fall.

Jimmi looked up at Morwen's smug face as she said, "Whoops." In a rather non sympathetic way.

This would be the longest 7 years of his life.

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