Wow. I have to say I am utterly astounded that anyone answered my plea and reveiwed! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!

Wychglow - yeah, I did. I hated to do it BUT it's the plotbunny's fault! n.n' Anyway, eh, your half right on the guessing...the killers are in league with Voldie and the rescuer is in league with Dumbledore. The killing however, that is the repeat. Lily in the bedroom and James in the living room. 20 points to you!

sak - It has to do with Harry because it's about his children and him, but that will be later, in yet another great movement of time. n.n I'm sorry if those movements make it confusing, it'll stop pretty soon. Some things in the plot will clear up as the mystery of the past is solved. As for Lucius...looks rule everything. Helen has red hair and Amarantha has blonde. He needs an heir and one with red hair is too embarassing. He can cover up most stuff concerning an heir who looks like him.

angelicmayuka - THANK YOU SO MUCH! n.n You reviewed! ::Sighs dramatically:: I guess you'll have to find out! Draco's partner in crime concerning their children will be revealed and for reference he and his partner died. Have fun with this chapie!

On with the show!

Chapter Three: Mistaken Identity

Amarantha Malfoy snatched her hand back and stared at Helen before a second sneer graced her features.

"A Weasley," she spat out, wiping her hand against her robe. "No better than the mudbloods they marry." Helen inhaled sharply.

"How dare you-" she began, rage making her unsteady.

"Leave. Now." Daryl pointed her wand at Amarantha, face unreadable. Malfoy gave a sniff and backed out of the doorway.

Malfoy left, robes following her artfully. Daryl slammed the door shut, the only sign showing her irritation. Chelsea winced at the sound and tried to smile.

"She's a real snob."

"She's a Malfoy," Helen said shortly and sat down. Agitatedly she began fussing with her shoulder length red hair, eyes narrowed at an invisible patch on the floor.

"Don't worry, she's not worth worrying about." Helen started at this adult outlook on the situation and relaxed marginally.

"You're right. I'll stop." Satisfied, Chelsea turned to find her robes. But Helen simply sat still, lost in thought.

Had she really been that wrong to try and accept the friendship of a Malfoy? Her mum and dad had never said anything really awful about them, they just had a general dislike for them. What had Amarantha heard that was so awful about her family? They had helped during the war against Voldemort. Her own mother had been a major player in the last battle, standing by Harry Potter to the very end. Both her parents were even on Chocolate Frog cards! So why did the Malfoys hate her family so much?

"First years! First years this way!" A handsome man called, eyes twinkling in the half light. His short gold hair was pulled back out of his face in a horsetail, wisps of it tugging themselves free to frame his face and the small pair of frameless glasses. "This way! Hurry!" Eagerly, the first years raced towards him and the boats, eyes wide.

Clambering into boats, Helen found herself occupying a craft with Daryl, Chelsea, and a thin willowy brunet. About to ask her name, Helen forgot to as Hogwarts Castle came into view, lights blinking on and off like fireflies in the gloom. As they stumbled out of the boats and into the castle, they were met by a short woman, her black hair pulled into a no-nonsense knot on the back of her head. She smiled though, showing perfect teeth.

"First years, if I may have your attention. We will shortly be sorting you into your houses but if you will come with me first, we must wait in the hall outside until the Headmistress is ready." Leading them away, Helen heard others muttering about fighting trolls. Remembering a story her father had told her about fighting a troll, she didn't think it'd be that hard, if they had to of course. The woman smiled at them as she left, closing the doors behind her quietly. Almost immediately a buzz of chatter went up.

Helen suddenly felt nervous, the whispering making butterflies in her stomach. What house would she be sorted into? Sure she had said Gryffindor, but not all family were sorted into the same house. Maybe she wouldn't get into Gryffindor. Maybe she'd be in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. She shuddered, at least anything was better than Slytherin. Her father would be so upset if she was. Interrupting her thoughts, the doors swung open again, this time the woman was beckoning them foreword with a smile on her face.

"They're ready for you now." Helen swallowed and entered the great hall, refusing to be intimidated by the hundreds of stares that followed the first years as they went by. Holding her head high, she focused all her attention on the back of Chelsea's hair, and nearly bumping into her as a result when they stopped.

Craning her neck, she saw the hat sitting on its stool, innocently, as though the power over her life it wielded was nothing more than lighting a match. Startling her and several others, the seam in the hat ripped open and its song began:

Once the houses were torn apart,

It began right from the very start,

When Salazar refused to bow

And departed with a solemn vow

Leaving three to stand as four

When everyone knows that three need more.

The damage was done, things hastily said,

No turning back, the clock was dead.

So Gordick shaped me as a hat,

and upon students heads I sat,

Choosing for the ones who made,

the school which you attend today.

They believed that I as one,

could mend what once had come undone.

But I despair with all I've met,

My job is to divide you yet.

So remember well in times of need,

what Harry Potter once believed:

That some are good and some are not,

it is up to us to like the lot.

We are both, each house is too,

It's part of us, it's what we do.

Slytherins are sometimes brave,

and Gryffindors can be afraid.

Ravenclaw does make mistakes,

and Hufflepuffs can break faith.

We are who we now choose to be,

and are not a house epitome.

So ban together, houses four,

Throw prejudice on out the door!

Helen clapped with all the others, throwing a glance at Malfoy who was standing nearby. The girl's face was as unreadable as ever. Lifting the hat with one had, the woman who had shown them in raised a scroll in the other.

"Now when your name is announced, please step forward and sit down upon the stool. The hat will then sort you into your appropriate house. Janice Applegate." The girl stepped forward and sat down. There was a pause before the seam in the hat ripped open once against to yell "GRYFFINDOR!" A cheer arose, and the sorting was on.

"Rachel Corner." a girl with a long braid sauntered forward.

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Chelsea Cutterman."

"HUFFLEPUFF!" Chelsea grinned in delight as she was welcomed by yellow banners.

"Daryl Malery."

"RAVENCLAW!" Daryl smiled in relief as her table applauded for her.

"Amarantha Malfoy!" Helen held her breath. The girl was a Slytherin through and through, she knew it, yet she still couldn't shake a feeling of unfairness at the thought. The hat sat there, and the silence grew. People were beginning to get restless. It was the longest the hat had been silent so far that night. Finally, the hat ripped open its seam to scream-

Ha! Cliffhanger! House points are still available if you can answer me this:

What house will Amarantha be sorted into? 10 points

What house will Helen be sorted into? 10 points

Have fun! And please review!

P.S. I sincerely appologise for the Slytherin line in the poetry but...nothing else fit! ::wrings hands:: I am a supporter of the house anyway so I hope no one hates me ::O.O and since when did I care about people liking me or not!::