Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story except Cassandra, for now. The rest of them belong to the magical J.K. Rowling.
A/N: This story is written in a third person point of view; however, it switches its focus from person to person (mainly Cassandra and Harry). I think you'll understand once you start reading. With that said, I'll let you get to it!
Cassandra
The Great Hall was filled with the laughter and cheerful voices of the returning hogwarts students. Every child had someone to laugh with about the previous year or to chat with about what to expect in the next one. Everyone that is, except one little girl with black hair scrunched into thin dreadlocks and green eyes. She did her best to mix into the crowd and not be seen. Though the activity was unappealing to her, Cassandra loved to watch the children around her just be children, something she had never really done. She noticed over the years that the Slytherin table was always the least cheerful.
As she watched, she absently brushed her bangs, which were over due for a cut out of her emerald green eyes and pushed a thin dreadlock behind her ear. Suddenly, the doors opened and Professor McGonagall stepped in. She hurried to the staff table to whisper something to Dumbledore. He spoke back shortly. McGonagall nodded and left once again. Cassandra smiled, knowing well what would happen the next time Professor McGonagall walked into the Great Hall.
Moments later, she did just that. She was closely followed by a group of very nervous looking first years. As always, McGonagall sat a stool in front of the staff table and picked up a long roll of parchment.
"Now, when I call your name, please step forward and have a seat. I will then place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses," Mcgonagall told the first years. One by one, alphabetically, they were sorted. The hall filled with cries of, "Ravenclaw! Gryffindor! Hufflepuff! Slytherin!" and the cheers from the older students until, suddenly, complete silence flooded the room as one familiar name was called.
"Harry Potter," Professor McGonagall said calmly. He sat down nervously and McGonagall place the Sorting hat on his head. Although she could not hear it, Cassandra could see the internal argument he must have been having in his head. It reminded her of her own not long ago. The whole school watched the boy anxiously when suddenly the hat cried, "GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table roared with cheers and applause.
'So that is your destiny is it?' Cassandra thought to herself. 'The Boy Who Lived, in Gryffindor, where I'm suppose to be.' She watched him as he ran joyful to the table to join his friends Ron Weasly and Hermione Granger. She knew their names because they were sorted before Harry. In his excitement, Harry's eyes locked with Cassandra's for a brief moment before she quickly turned away – smiling despite herself.
Harry
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat finally shouted. With relief, Harry ran to Ron and Hermione who were cheering loudly and already at the Gryffindor table. As he was being greeted, he glanced around the room at the other students. One table in front of him, a dark haired girl caught his eye. She was slightly smaller than the other students around her, but she looked strong, able, and confident to Harry. Her deep emerald eyes caught Harry's for a slit second. Harry felt a jolt run through him like electicity as their eyes locked. Although she turned away quicker that Harry would have liked, it took the rest of the sorting for that feeling to calm down, and it never completely went away.