Disclaimer: The only thing that is ours is Bree and Belle and the plot, if you can even call it a plot. The setting and other characters are thanks to :JK. Rowling. We don't own any. The sorting hat is ours though.


A/N: We were bored one day so decided to write this… reviews are welcome but if you flame, please don't make it the most horrible it could be… we'll get the general idea… like the police officers say: If we help out just one life, then our troubles are totally worth it. thanks for reading :-D


There are two different writers… see if you can tell where one stops and the other starts…. We have two totally different writing styles, eh?


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"OK, so when we get to Hogwarts we are going to ..?" Belle asked Bree, drilling her for the sixth time that day.

"We are going to pretend like we don't know eachother, then you're going to get sorted into Gryffindor, where you will spy on Potter and his gang, while I get sorted into Slytherin, where I will spy on Draco and his gang," Bree answered, in a slightly exasperated tone. The plan had, after all, been drilled into their heads over the past 3 months.

"Good job!" squealed Belle, the more excited of the two sixteen year-olds. Bree just rolled her eyes.

"Geez, calm down before you have a heart attack. Are you even finished packing yet?"

"Umm ..Well, come to think about it, I haven't even started." Belle commented, completely serious.

"What!? We're leaving in twenty minutes! And you haven't even started!?" Bree huffed in a frazzled fashion. "Why do I even put up with you? Why does father put up with you?"

"Oh, you say that now, but really, what would you guys do without me?" Belle asked, with a innocent look on her face. Bree swiftly grabbed a pillow off the couch and threw it at Belle, but it missed her by a mile.

Belle grinned. "See, thats why you are a keeper, and not a chaser, like me. You can't aim to save your life!"

"Oh shut up, Miss I'm-the-best-chaser-in-the-world. I guess I'll do my good deed for the year and help you pack."

"Now what would father do if he saw you so cheerful?"

"Oh bloody hell, just because we both act dead and dreary in front of him doesn't mean we have to all the time ..I'm just taking a break. I'll be back to normal tomorrow at school, just as you should be." Bree finished, in a slightly foreboding tone.

Belle just grinned before she pulled Bree up the stairs.

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Belle pulled her trunk on the trolley behind her. It was full to the bursting with all her clothes, which were haphazardly thrown in not but 20 minutes ago. Her sister, Bree, and her were the only people on the platform in Hogsmeade, for they arrived a week after school had started, for some reason unknown to her.


"Hurry up, you slow poke!" she yelled to her sister, who was four feet behind her, trying to pull her trunk behind her while not falling flat on her face. Belle shook her head. Her sister was definitely not the most graceful person in the world, but she was definitely a threat in dueling. While Bree was the expert in Dueling, Potions, and Languages; Belle was the best in Transfiguration, Divination, Occulmency and Legilimency.

"Oh sod off!" was her sister's blunt reply.

Belle didn't answer, prefering to look around at her sorroundings. Her father didn't often let them out to explore on their own. They had never been to Hogsmeade, and had never seen Hogwarts either. Their father did not speak highly of it, but Belle still imagined it as a magical place, full of wonder and excitement.

"They really need to get some better decorations in this village," came Bree's voice, in a disgusted manner. "And look at all this trash! They need someone to pick it up! And these buildings are so ugly!"

Belle did not reply, so Bree ended her rant. Personally, Belle thought the village was wonderful, but she did not want to voice that opinion.

There was no sound as they walked through the village, until they gasped when they turned a corner and got their first sight of Hogwarts.

It was magical. It was a vast castle, with many turrets and towers, and seemed to sparkle knowingly in the night.

"How could father not like this place?" Belle asked, completely transfixed.

"I don't know. Not that many people know that he was once Tom Riddle, one of the best students Hogwarts has ever seen. He wasn't really anybody important until after his school days." Bree supplied, shrugging.

They went around the lake until they came upon the castle's vast set of stairs. Belle opened the towering doors, and they walked into the grand entrance hall, with it's marble flooring and high ceiling. They left their luggage in the entrance hall as instructed in their acceptence letter, and walked to the doors that led to the Great Hall. They could hear loud conversations coming from the room.

"Well, it's now or never," Belle said, as they stood directly behind the doors.

"Have a nice year." Bree said, as she opened the door.

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It took a moment for people to realize their presence. Slowly the conversations began to die, and a buzzing noise was growing louder in the hall. Bree and Belle just stood their, not sure what to do. Dumbledore was the first to break the growing silence.

"Ah, yes, our two new exchange students! Come in, come in!" Dumbledore said, jovially.

"Why are they coming so late in the year?" a boy's voice sounded from the Gryffindor table.

"Oh, yes, you wouldn't know now would you, Mr. Thomas? Hogwarts hasn't seen a exchange student in many years! Exchange students arriving a week late to school is a custom to Hogwarts. Now, Ms. Allen, Ms. Charabis, come up to the staff table please, you need to be sorted. McGonagall, could you help an old man and go get the sorting hat? It is behind the table."

McGonagall did as she was told, bringing forward a tattered old hat with a tear for a mouth. She also brought out a four-legged stool. She placed the hat on the stool and backed away.


The rip in the hat opened and it began to sing:

I may just be an old hat,

A tattered fool I may be,

But a little lesson you should learn,

Don't judge on what you see.

I am the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,

The type of hat am I.

I will judge your character,

Regardless of any lies.

Of Hogwarts, four houses be,

each of great qualities their own.

You will be placed according

to the qualites you own.

Your house might be of Gryffindor,

where the brave often seek,

this house will help you learn and grow,

and your chivalry may leak.

But you may belong in Hufflepuff,

where they are loyal and true.

You will be aquanted there,

If you are one of those lucky few.

Or maybe in bright Ravenclaw,

where the brains all should go,

Where you always are curious still,

even of your foes.

Or perhaps in Slytherin,

you'll find the closest friends,

This cunning lot will use any means,

in order to meet their ends.

So sit down and try me on,

I am the best at what I do,

I'll sort you wisely and with care,

according to your qualities true.


The Great Hall clapped, but Bree and Belle just stood there with their emotion-less face that was well practiced over many years of living with the Dark Lord. Belle glanced over at Bree, but Bree was quick to reprimand her.

We aren't suppose to know eachother!

Oh sush you big prissy. I know that already.

"Allen!" McGonagall cried.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the dirty hat screamed. Belle smiled. Just as they had planned. She had been successful at tricking the hat. Cheers and applause came from the Gryffindor table. She turned away from them and stared longingly at the Slytherin table.

Damn her stupid sister ..grrr why couldn't I be with the Slythrins?? I'm just as evil as her! ~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~

Bree clapped, albeit forcefully, as Belle was sorted into Gryffindor. Ha, the hat really could be tricked... That wasn't entirely true, though, as Bree had often seen soom Gryffindor qualities in her sister, Bree was the only one to notice, but had always been quick to snuff them, especially in front of her father.

Belle was the cheerier of the two, even if that wasn't saying much. She'd try to act evil for her father, but sometimes botched up the job... Oh well, Bree thought, at least she is trying.

"Calaypso!!" McGonagall cried.

Bree walked to the chair and sat down, placing the hat over her head...

Ahh now, hmm your that girls sister, aren't you? Tom Riddle's daughter... he has taught you well I see... you took more after your father did, I'm afraid to say.

Clever one, aren't you, you stupid hat. Luckily you can't talk... Bree replied sarcastically.

One of my many drawbacks, I must say, not being able to talk other then concernining the person in questions sorting... hmm well you're an easy one, I must say...

Ya, well, spit it out Bree said, impatiently.

Fine, you'll be in SLYTHERIN!

Bree smirked and took the hat off. Her sister said something in her head to her, but she really wasn't paying attention, just giving her normal, 'You too' response.


"Now ladies, please take your seat at your house tables. If you have any trouble, you may alert your house teachers." Flashing a sweet but fake smile at Dumbledore, Belle and Bree stood up and made their way down the Great Hall.

Well…talk to you later Belle said mentally to her sister.

Fine, but remember, be careful what comes out of your mouth

Same to you

Exchanging looks one last time, the sisters parted.

Belle walked down the Gryffindor table, heading for the end where none of the students were sitting at. She did not want to be around these so-called brave and daring people. They were staring at her, every one of them, probably dying to ask her questions but too afraid. So much for bravery. She saw some of the girls whispering behind their hands.

Ugh ..great ..gossipers

But her attention was caught immediately buy 3 people who she just past. One she knew was a Weasley, and from what she had learned from Lucius, the other must be the mudblood girl. And the third boy, was the one and only, Harry Potter, her father's greatest enemy. Her faced showed no emotions as she walked past them, knowing that their eyes were following her, but inside, all she wanted to do was to kill Potter right there. However, with Dumbledor here, she knew she would never survive if she killed him…not even if Bree lent her help (which Belle highly doubted that Bree would) and they fought the old fool together…but of course, that would mean disobeying their father's orders. And she had learned the hard way that disobeying him was not a very smart thing to do.


Sitting down at an empty bench, she looked down at the large oak table and a unwilling grin crept on her face. Staring up at her from the golden plate was nothing other than her favorite food. Spaghetti. Picking up the fork, she eagerly began mixing the sauce and the noodles. But before she could take a mouthful, several people began to seat themselves around her. Looking up from her plate with a why-do-you-disturb-me-now look, she came face to face with none but her worst enemy, Potter.


"Hi, my name's Hermione Granger." Sitting to her right holding out her hand was the mudblood, smiling as though Belle was her new best friend. Mutely, Bell held out her hand out and gave a light shook.

"This," she pointed to the red head sitting across her with Potter, "is Ron Weasley, and that," pointing to Potter, " is my other friend Harry Potter."

Ha, like I didn't know. "Annabelle Allen. Just call me Belle," she answered in her toneless voice.

Ahh…they want to know more about me…damn you curious Gryffindors…

Sure enough, just as she predicted, Ron asked her where she was from.

"I'm from one of the Caribbean Islands, not very big." Her lips curved into a tiny smile. Nobody would ever suspect that she was lying.

"Where's that?" Ron inquired. Hermione smacked the red head on the head.

"Honestly Ron! Do you EVER pay attention in class?" Ron muttered something under his breath.

"It's located in South America, you better know where THAT is." She shot him an evil look.

And I'm suppose to befriend these idiots??? Just kill me...kill me now...

"So what school did you go to?" This time it was Potter who had spoken. How this not-so-muscular-and-good-looking boy defeated her father was total mystery to her. Well, the world was a strange place.

"I didn't. I was home schooled."

"Oh," was his only answer.

Ugh I sense nothing but curiosity from them ..they're going to ask more questions! Noooo I'm starting to forget the right answers! I have to leave ..grrr

Giving one last longing look at her spaghetti, she got up. "I'm sorry but I'm very tired from my journey. Excuse me." With that she left, leaving the trio to talk amongst themselves.



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Bree walked towards the Slytherin table, heading straight for the empty end, and sitting down. She looked down at her plate and saw Spaghetti. Her mouth twisted into a half smirk. It was her sister's lucky day. She began eating, savoring the school's cooking, when she sensed someones presence. She looked up into the face of Draco Malfoy...

Just the person I was hoping to meet... she thought.

"Hello. You may have heard of me, I'm Draco Malfoy." He said, with a cocky look. Bree wanted to gag.

"No, I've never heard of you, and I don't see any reason why I should have. You don't look like you would be famous... and you're definitely not that good looking." Bree said, innocently.

Draco's cocky smile quickly turned into a sneer. "I don't know why I even bothered to introduced myself. You're probably just some dirty mudblood anyway."

Bree just smirked. Draco, after waiting for a response, and then figuring out he wasn't getting one, turned to leave, but not before adding this: "You better be careful about how you choose your friends, this is dark times," before he swiftly turned to leave.

Bree filed that last comment away to tell her father. She turned to look at her sister. Belle was getting attacked by the Gryffindor brats... This year was going to suck, she just knew it. She got up and left, aware of the stares. They will all get what is coming to them, she thought, yes, all in due time...


She walked out into the Entrance Hall. She knew her sister would be coming soon, Belle wouldn't be able to handle the Gryffindors' questions for long. She's going to be a dissapointment to father if she doesn't shape up... she thought. She took after her mother more, and had more of her mother's concience. With long brown hair, honey eyes and darker skin, she was a sharp contrast to Bree's blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. No one could tell that they were half-sisters.

She sank into the shadows to wait for her sister. She was good at hiding herself, something she had picked up over the years. She didn't have to wait long, as her sister was not far behind her.

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As soon as Belle closed the Great Hall, silence surrounded her. However, she was not alone.

"So, how was your encounter with the Gryffindors?" She turned around and saw Bree imerge from the shadows.

"Nauseating." she answered.

They began to walk down the entrance hall together. "And this is only the first day! There's going to be lots of sticky spots you know. I wish we were back at our old mansion and had our old jobs." Belle complained. Bree threw her a death glare.

"Shut up will you? Someone will hear you ..and yes I would like to be back in action to instead of stuck here but I'm not complaining. Ugh, we're not even suppose to be seen together. Listen, my dormitory are that way. Contact me when He has called."

"Fine, later." They both walked away, one going to the left, the other to the right.

Bree can be such a miss know it all. Well…dad did always fancy her bit more than me ..guess cause I got a heart and she doesn't ..grrr I wish I didn't have a heart .. Maybe he thinks I'm too joyful ..humm ..must stop being happy so much..

Belle continued her walk down to her dormitory, not really paying attention to where she was going, but tapping her wand on her chin, as in deep thought. It was only after she had smacked her head painfully (Son of a -----!!!!!) against a stone statue of a knight did she realize that she was completely lost.

"Fudge! I forgot to ask for directions! Stupid cursed castle .." She rubbed her head with her hand, trying to stop the waves of pain that was passing through her brain. Because she had such high powers in Legilimency and Divination, it was 'extremely dangerous for her to damage her nerves'. At least that was what her tutor had told her.

Well…it's not like I asked for the pain

She began walking with no sense of direction, hoping to meet someone that could help. She was at a dim corridor, lit with several torches. A door was now seen at the end of the hall, and light seems to flow out of it. Smiling with happiness, she ran toward the door, and was just about to knock on it when … BAM! Some one had opened the door with great force from the inside, and Belle taken by surprise, was hit in the head again. This was way too much for her nerves. She fell down painfully on the stone floor and was out cold.