Thank you so much to those people who reviewed! I feel so special. Anyhoozle, in regards to the Sorting Hat's song thing, I'm just gonna say the one at Harry's Sorting is the same one in this chappie, because I don't feel like writing out an entire other one. Hope you enjoy!

The Sorting

Jess listened intently as Sirius told her his story. The guys seemed to warm up to her pretty quickly, and now they were telling each other all about themselves, and so far, Jess found them all very fascinating. James, for example, practiced Quidditch every day during the summer holidays. She had never known anyone who liked Quidditch that much (not that it's a bad thing), and had no idea there were so many different moves you could do on a broomstick. But it was fun to hear about them nevertheless.

Remus, on the other hand, didn't seem to keen to talk about his past. All he said was that both his parents were Healers, and he'd had a pretty rough childhood. Jess didn't ask why, because she was pretty sure that it wasn't something he wanted to bring up.

Now it was Sirius' turn. Apparently, his family was obsessed with the Dark Arts. Except his cousin Andromeda. She was the only one Sirius actually enjoyed talking to. Every one is his family had been sorted into Slytherin, with the exception of Andromeda and himself. "…You should have seen the look on her face when I told her that I got sorted into Gryffindor when I got home! It was hilarious! Looked like she had been force fed a barrel of lemons or something."

"I'm trying very hard to picture that without laughing," James chuckled.

Sirius turned to Jess. "So, what's your life story? Get chased by any midgets with torches and pitchforks in your childhood?"

Jess rolled her eyes. "No, you dork. Very sorry to inform you, but I don't live in a village that chases random people with various pieces of weaponry."

Sirius pretended to look downcast, but Jess ignored him and started to tell her story.

"Well, it all started with my parent's Honeymoon. They had had a little too much wine, and -"

"Jess!" Remus yelled "I don't think we need to hear details of how you were conceived,"

"Right. Well, in that case, it all started when I got my letter of acceptation into Acadamy Magischer Erziehung."

Remus cocked his head sideways. Sirius raised an eyebrow. James just laughed.

"And what the bloody hell does Acadamy Magischer Erziehung mean?" Sirius asked.

"Academy of Magical Education," Jess said. "In German. Our founder dude was German, so he decided to call the school something German."

Everyone stared at Jess. "Well, I didn't name it, and it was the only school available. Now, where was I? Oh yes, I had just received my letter to Hogwarts. My mum was thrilled that I was accepted, so of course we had to go shopping in celebration. I remember she spent 598 dollars that day. We had to stop eating for months."

"I sincerely hope you're exaggerating all of this." Remus said.

"Well, the part about not eating, yes, but my mum really did spend that much money."

"How very sad."

"Isn't it, though? Anyway, after we had gotten all of my stuff, my mum hurled me on a train and I was whisked off to somewhere up North. It was a very dull train ride, though. Just a whole bunch of hills and sheep scampering about."

"Kinda like this one?" Sirius said, as he watched a herd of sheep pass by the window.

"Not at all," Jess said. "See, on the other train, I had no one to talk to, except my cat. But you people have quite interesting pasts."

"I'm very…flattered?" James said, not sure whether to be complimented or insulted.

"No, that's a good thing." Jess said, and continued with her story, "Anyhow, the whole time I was in school up to year four basically involved pointless lessons, sneaking into the kitchens at one am, and blasting holes in walls. Oh, and painting an atrocious owl bright green."

Remus looked shocked. "What?" He half-shouted.

"Hey, that bird was out to get me! Every time I so much as looked at it, it would fly towards me screeching its head off, with its claws out and this crazed look in his eyes. It was downright terrifying."

Remus, James and Sirius burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter, and Jess even had to giggle at the thought.

"Are you serious?" James asked, after he had caught his breath.

"No, he is," Jess pointed at Sirius. "But yes, the owl did attack me a few times. He was on its master orders, a girl named Penelope, who was out to get me ever since I turned her spaghetti into earthworms. Cliché, I know, but fun all the same."

"So how did you paint it green?" Sirius asked, interested.

"The muggle way – sort of. I conjured up a bottle of spray paint, and blasted that stupid pigeon-owl with lime green paint."

Still laughing, Remus said "Pigeon-owl?"

"Well it looked like a pigeon! Even though it was a barn owl…"

As they continued their merry little journey, it steadily grew dark outside, and started to rain. The four friends at the back of the train eventually ran out of conversation topics, and the only noise coming from their compartment was the deep purring of Kizzy, who had astoundingly slept through the entire trip. When the sky outside became black, lighted only by the half moon, the train was slowly brought to a standstill. There was a great deal of noise as the scarlet steam engine pulled into the station. People searching for items they would bring back to the castle made up the majority of it, but there was also owls hooting and cats meowing.

Jess gently put Kizzy in his cage and started to take her trunk, but Remus stopped her.

"You don't have to worry about your trunk. They'll bring it up to your dormitory later."

"Okay then." Jess put down her trunk and picked up Kizzy's cage. She was halfway out the compartment when Sirius stopped her this time.

"They'll take your cat up as well. Just leave him here, he'll be fine."

"Wait, I can't leave him here! Someone could sneak in and….take him or….turn him orange!" Jess cried.

"Yes, because everyone on this train is just dying to see an orange cat," James commented sarcastically as he headed out the door.

Jess looked worryingly at her cat, and then reluctantly put him down on the seat. "Fine, I'll leave him here. But if anything happens to him, I'm putting you," she pointed at Sirius, "in a pink tutu and dying your hair strawberry blonde."

James laughed. "Oh, I'd love to see that."

"Oh ha ha," Sirius said sarcastically.

"Hey, you've done worse," Remus pointed out.

Sirius rolled his eyes but smiled nevertheless.

Once they had gotten off the train, James led them to an empty carriage, pulled by what seemed to be nothing. Jess assumed it was magic that drove the carriages, and hopped aboard in a cheerful way, thankful to be out of the rain.

After a few minutes, the carriages started to move, and Jess looked excitedly out the small window. The countryside blurred past as the carriages gained speed. The ride didn't take too long, about ten minutes, and Jess gazed up at the castle looming up above her. It had towers that she couldn't see the tops of, and a yellow light glowed from numerous windows.

Finally, the carriage pulled to a stop, and everyone leapt out. Hundreds of students thundered up the steps leading to the front doors, trying to escape the downpour. A severe looking witch stood in the doorway, watching the students who passed her.

As the four new friends hurried up the steps, the witch stopped Jess.

"Are you Jess Davis?" She asked.

Jess nodded, wondering if she had gotten into trouble already.

"You are to be sorted with the other first-years. Wait in the room to the left of the Great Hall, and I will be there shortly. The Sorting will take place in the Hall, so I suggest you smarten yourself up."

Jess' eyes enlarged at the thought of standing in front hundreds of people she didn't know. She turned to the boys, eyes wide with fear, but the witch steered her away.

"Off you go, now."

Remus mouthed 'Good luck' as she was leaving, and she smiled feebly. Pushing her way though the mass of students going into the Great Hall, Jess eventually found a small door next to the colossal ones of the Great Hall. Turning the knob, she stepped cautiously inside.

Jess knew immediately that she was out of place. The first-years, it seemed, were several feet smaller than her. And they were all terrified. One boy was actually shaking, but that might've been from the rain. Glancing around the room, she saw a bench against the wall, and sat down.

The room wasn't terribly large, but big enough to accommodate all of the first-years. It had numerous torches hanging in brackets about halfway between the walls and ceiling, which cast a warm glow around the room. Benches lined the walls, but all of the kids looked too scared to sit on them. No one talked or made any sort of noise.

After what seemed like forty years, the stern looking witch returned. She started to say something, but Jess was too nervous to understand. All she heard was the witch introduce herself as Professor McGonagall.

Suddenly, everyone started to move towards the door they came from, so Jess stood up and did the same. Everybody automatically formed a single file line as the walked out of the room and into the Great Hall.

A sea of black greeted her when Jess stepped into the Hall, and it seemed like every student seated was gazing at her. She realized she must've stuck out a bit, given her height, but she didn't care. Her only thought was to get to the front and get this whole thing over with.

The kids walked slowly, taking in the remarkable floating candles and spectacular ceiling, which was a dark gray with rain clouds. Eventually, they all stopped in front of a battered old hat, sitting on top of a stool. Quite suddenly, a rip near the brim opened, revealing what looked like a mouth. The hat started to sing, and when it finished, McGonagall detached herself from the group of first-years.

She halted in front of the teacher's table, turned to face the students, and started to call out names.

"Kevin Anderson!" rang through the room. A boy with dark brown hair, looking absolutely petrified, made his way to the front. He walked slowly, but eventually sat on the stool and jammed the hat on his head.

There was a very long pause, in which no one moved or spoke. After a minute or two, the Hat opened its 'mouth' again, and yelled "RAVENCLAW!"

Looking relieved to be out of the spotlight, Kevin Anderson slipped the Hat off his head and trotted to the Ravenclaw table.

McGonagall continued to shout out names, and every student she called up seemed terrified beyond belief.

It took about five minutes for 'Kelsey Eventour' to be sorted, but she finally got off the stool and made her way to the Hufflepuff table.

"Jess Davis!"

The butterflies in Jess' stomach were worse than ever as she slowly pushed her way through the crowd and up to the front.

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