Hate You Like a Sister
Chapter 1: The New Girl
"A new girl?" Harry asked, "I didn't know Hogwarts except kids in the middle of seventh year."
"It's never mentioned it in Hogwarts a History, but she's a foreign exchange student, from America," Hermione piped in, knowing the answer as usual.
"So what house is she going to be in?" Harry asked, still curious.
"Who knows," Ron said shrugging and then pointed to the front doors, "I think this is her."
The doors opened and a tall girl walked in. She was covered in a large overcoat and scarf, so no one could see her. Once the front doors closed again, she began removing the scarf.
She had a skeletal figure. It reminded Harry of Lord Voldemort, but he figure she has probably just been poorly fed. She had thin cheekbones and a pointed nose. Her eyes were almond shaped and a pretty shade of hazel, but there were large bags under them. She was also squinting. Her hair was long and perfectly straight, like Fleur Delacour's, except it was raven black. Harry could hear Parvati Patil telling her friend Lavender Brown, "How do you think she stays that thin? We've got to ask her."
"Everybody, into the Great Hall," said Professor McGonagall's commanding voice, "You can meet the new student after the welcoming feast."
Everybody did as it was told. The sky was dark and gray, on the verge of a storm. People weren't surprised to see the familiar sorting hat sitting on its three-legged stool. Once everyone had settled down, Professor Dumbledore stood up to speak.
"I'd like you all to give a warm welcome to our new student, Seirra Vanatrale. Before she is sorted I'll tell you a little bit about her. She grew up in an orphanage in America were she received most of her education. She was just recently adopted. Her new parents wanted to send her to Hogwarts for the remainder of her seventh year. After much debate, I accepted. Now give your full attention to our sorting hat."
The hat's brim ripped and he burst into song:
Bravery, courage, and more,
Belong in the house of Gryffindor.
A sharp mind, from learning raw,
Should find its place in Ravenclaw.
No friend can be great enough,
If you're placed in Hufflepuff
Purest blood, parent and kin,
Belong inside of Slytherin.
Where you end up, matters not,
Nor does it matter what you're taught.
The best thing that these four sought,
Was not caring whether you're different or not.
Everyone burst into applause while Ron yelled, "You hear that, Hermione? 'It doesn't matter what you're taught'!"
Before Hermione could fix his quote, Seirra Vanatrale stepped forward and put on the hat. It thought for nearly five minutes and then finally opened its brim wide and said, "SLYTHERIN"