A/n- back again. Hope you all liked the last chap. Things should probably
be starting to click, if they haven't already. This chap will mainly be
about the train ride. I want ya'll to know that I'm trying to post these
ASAP, but I have a lot to do. So, I'm trying my best. Hey, you never know,
the next chap could be up in a few days!!! I have a four day weekend coming
up soon, so. yeah.Well, anyways, read on, and don't forget. REVIEW!!!
Disclaimer- I don't own nothing, nada. It all belongs to the Great Harry Potter people *bows*. I am not one of them. I am not getting paid. If I were, I most certainly wouldn't have an empty purse.
Erika
"Okay," I said, "I get it now."
Not really!
Harry was giving me the whole story on how our parents died and everything. Then he had told me that now that Voldemort was back, he was a main target. Then he told me that since I was his sister, I was just about as targetted as he was.
Great.
"Wonderful, huh?" Harry asked.
"Perfect," I answered, "I probably would have been safer back at the orphanage. You know, I have no strong desires to die."
Harry laughed.
"Well, anyways, I'm going to go to my room and sleep. Someone had to completely freak me out, so I'll probably have nightmares!" I said, and glared at my brother.
"You'll get over it," Harry told me, "I'm pretty much used to it."
I nodded, disbelieving.
"Okay, little lie. I'm almost used to it," Harry said.
I nodded, and went to my room.
"Erika! Erika, wake up!" Harry said, banging on my door the next morning.
I ignored him, and rolled over in bed.
"Erika!" he yelled.
"It's morning, let me sleep!" I shouted, then buried my head in the pillow.
"Erika, my friends are here! They want to see you!" Harry yelled.
I groaned. I got out of bed, however, and dressed. I yelled at Harry, who left my door alone, and went downstairs. I looked like a mess. I combed my hair, and put it up quickly. Finally, I left my room and went downstairs.
I spotted Harry at a table in the corner (another corner!) talking to two people sitting at the table in front of him. I walked over slowly, watching them.
There was two girls and a boy. One of the girls and the boy were tall (even though they were sitting down, I could tell), with fiery red hair and freckles. The girl had bushy brown hair and was smiling.
I walked over and stood behind Harry.
The girl with red hair let out a yelp and fell over in her chair. Everyone turned to look at why she had yelped: me.
"Whoa," the boy said.
"Harry?" the other girl asked.
I saw that they were holding the letter from Dumbledore, which I presumed they read.
"Guys, this is my sister, Erika," Harry said, "Pretty weird, huh?"
The boy gulped and nodded.
"Erika, this is Ron, Hermione, and Ron's sister, Ginny," Harry told me.
"Hi," I said.
"Pleased to meet you, Erika," Hermione said. "This is fascinating, Harry. All this time, we thought you were an only child. The moment we get back to Hogwarts, I'll have to look up this charm in the library."
"Honestly," Ron cried, "You might as well have Dumbledore put a dorm in there for you! You spend all your time there!"
"Oh, at least I do something other than get myself into trouble," Hermione said, "This is our last year, Ron, you should study!"
"And you should lighten up a bit!" Ron cried.
"Oh, come off it, both of you," Harry said.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Anyways, after breakfast, Ron, I have to show you something I saw at Quality Quidditch Supplies," Harry said.
Hermione groaned.
"You still haven't told me what Quidditch is," I interuppted, the first few words I'd said since "Hi."
Harry and Ron went to answer at the same time when Hermione interuppted.
"Trust me, Erika, you don't want to listen to those two with Quidditch. While they're looking at Quidditch things, why don't you, Ginny, and I go shopping. I need a few new books." Hermione said, but was interuppted by groans from Harry and Ron.
I sat down, interested with the antics of my brother and his friends.
While we ate Ron described his latest scuffle with his family.
"So Mum made me take Ginny with me, since she needs to get her school stuff, still," Ron said.
"I wanted to go on my own, but Mum wouldn't let me," Ginny protested.
Ron rolled his eyes.
I thought for a moment. If Ginny was a year younger than Ron, and Ron was born the same year as Harry, then.
"We were born in the same year," I said.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Ginny and I, we were born the same year," I answered, "A year after you three."
"Technically, she's right," Hermione agreed.
"Oh, enough with 'technically'. Come on, Harry, let's go look at some Quidditch stuff," Ron said.
Him and Harry left, shortly followed by Hermione, Ginny, and I. They actually told me all about Hogwarts. Hermione was the Head Girl, whereas Harry was Head Boy.
"How long have you lot been friends?" I asked.
"Since our first year. It's a funny story, actually," Hermione answered, then told me the story about the troll in the first year.
"Trolls exist?" I asked, "I thought they were those little things with hair that sticks up that people put on their dashboards."
"No, they're real," Hermione told me.
"Cool."
* * * Same time As told by Megan Dere Riddle
I had watched them throughout the morning, while they ate breakfast. I had never seen them before, but I knew soon who they were. The boy with the scar on his forehead gave it away. He was Harry Potter. I knew two others: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, I'd heard their names whispered when no one thought my grandfather or sister could hear. But I didn't reckognize the other two. They were both girls, and looked like the boys who were with them, they could have been related to them, but I wasn't sure.
They were supposed to be my sworn enemies, always fouling my grandfather's plans, and my sister's (which few she had, since she had just started to emerge in the dark world).
I had hated them as a young child. I was supposed to. They had sent my grandfather away for a long time, they had fouled his plans to come back time after time, until he finally succeeded. I had eventually realized, though, they in truth, they had done nothing wrong.
I had never spoken these thoughts aloud. I would probably have been punished. Punishment at my grandfather's house was not pleasant. Not all who were punished survived.
* * * Later As told by Erika Potter
I met the rest of the Weasleys that night at dinner, back in the Leaky Cauldron. There I was introduced to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, along with the rest of their kids. They had five others than Ron and Ginny, all were grown up and out of Hogwarts.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were really nice (after they got over the first shock of actually knowing the truth about me). Not all of their kids were there, but they had pictures.
Only Percy, their third oldest, was there.
"My boss gave me the evening off," he explained, "As it's my little brother's last year at Hogwarts."
I had the feeling I wasn't going to like Percy all that much.
September 1st rolled around. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley got us some cars to take to the train station. It was a tight fit, with all our things, but we managed. Once we reached the station we put our things on carts, and followed Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to the platform.
"Harry," I whispered, "I've only been here once before, but I can't remember there being a 'Platform 9 and ¾' here."
Harry just grinned.
"Allright, come on," Mrs. Weasley said, and stopped at the barrier between platforms nine and ten, "Ron, Harry, you first."
They started walking towards the barrier, as if without a care in the world. Then, just as they were about to hit it, they were gone. Disappeared.
Of course, magic, stupid me.
"Ginny, Hermione, Erika, you three next," Mrs. Weasely said.
"Er." I started.
"Erika, just run towards the barrier, and don't stop, okay?" Hermione told me, and followed Ginny.
I followed. I was going to hit the barrier, I just knew it. But I ran anyway.
Then, I was through. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were waiting. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came in after me.
There were tons of people, all standing on the platform. Beside the platform was a scarlet train, with "Hogwarts Express" written on it.
"Erika, we're going to go find seats. We'll see you at school," Harry told me.
I nodded, and watched as they all walked away.
I got my stuff on the train, by some miracle, and started searching for a place to sit.
I was walking backwards, trying to pull my trunk, when I collided with someone behind me.
"Ow!" I cried, and the person behind me did the same.
I turned around to see a girl, with short (shorter than mine, which is shoulder length) brown hair and green eyes.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't see you there."
"It's alright," the girl said, and looked at me.
She was very pale.
"I wasn't watching where I was going, either," the girl told me, then asked, "Are you a first year?"
I nodded, "Are you?"
She nodded, and started to smile, weakly, as if afriad to.
"I'm Erika, what's your name?" I asked.
"Megan Dere," she answered.
"Pleased to meet you. Have you found a compartment?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"Well, let's sit together, then," I suggested.
This time, she smiled completely, and nodded. We walked down the hallways until we found an empty one.
"So, what house do you want to be in?" I asked once we sat in.
"Gryffindor," she answered, "I wouldn't survive in Slytherin, literally."
I grinned, "Me too. My family is supposed to be from Gryffindor, too, or so I'm told."
And so our conversation began.
* * * Same time As told by Megan Dere Riddle
I couldn't believe it. Here I was, sitting with someone my age, and getting along well with them. I had never known other girls my age who weren't interested in the Dark Arts, until now. And Erika didn't seem at all interested in the Dark Arts. It felt so good to finally have a friend.
But I was worried about the sorting. If I were placed in Slytherin, I wouldn't survive. I'd be dead by Christmas. They'd kill me.
I knew they would.
* * * An Hour Later As told by Anya Jones
"Anya."
The door to my office opened. McGonagall stood in the doorway. I turned around and smiled.
"The students are to arrive in a few hours. Dumbledore is sending me to tell eveyrone," McGonagall said.
"Thanks. When do we have to be in the Great Hall?" I asked.
"By five, preferrably," McGonagall answered.
I nodded. Five o'clock.
McGonagall left, and I shut my eyes. Okay, I could do this. I could do this.
(A/N- I'm kinda rushing through the train ride, I hope you don't mind).
* * * A few hours later As told by Erika Potter
The train slowed to a stop.
"I guess we're here," Megan said.
I nodded.
"Please exit the train, and leave your baggage behind," a voice shouted up and down the train.
Moments before Megan and I had changed into our robes. We opened the compartement doors and joined the mush of people trying to get outside. We jumped onto the platform and started to look around.
"First years over here!" another voice yelled.
We turned to see a man, about twice the size high as a regular person, and much more thick.
"A giant," Megan whispered, in awe.
But there was a little more than awe in her voice, something I couldn't reckognize.
We ran over to where the rest of the first years stood. A few minutes later, the man nodded.
"That's off ya. Come on, now," he said.
He led us away from the rest of the students, and down a long, twisting path. We talked in whispers.
"I wonder where we're going," I whispered.
Megan nodded, shivering in her robes.
We reached the edge of a lake, with boats lined up in front of it.
"Allright now, four to a boat. Move along now!" the giant yelled.
Megan and I scrammbled into one boat, and was joined, a moment later, by two others. Megan turned her back to them, and I followed suit.
The man pointed forward, and we started to move silently across the water. I grinned.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Megan whispered.
"What?" I asked.
"The castle," she answered, and pointed.
I looked up to see a huge, stone, castle. Lights were on in the windows, and there were many towers.
"It is beautiful," I agreed.
We reached the other end of the lake, and silently exited the boats. We looked up at the castle, and followed the giant up a path and field, to huge doors. He knocked on them, once, twice.
They opened. A tall woman frowned down at us from behind the doors.
"Hagrid, you're late," she said.
"Sorry, professor, but it couldn't be helped," the giant- Hagrid- replied.
The woman nodded, and said to us, "Come on now. You'll have to go straight to the Great Hall."
She opened the doors wider, and motioned for us to follow her in. The hallway was HUGE, to put it lightly. Megan and I looked around in awe.
"The rest of the school is in the Great Hall. We will go there now. Before you can join your classmates at your tables, each of you must be sorted into the houses. There are four of them: Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. Each are highly respectable," the professor told us, "While here you will take classes with your house, sleep in your house. Your house will become like your family. Good things you do will earn your house points, while rule breaking will lose your house points. The house with the most amount of points will be awarded the House Cup at the end of the year. Now, we will enter the Great Hall."
"I wonder how they sort us," I whispered to Megan, who shrugged.
She looked a lot paler than usual.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
"Huh? Oh, yes, I'm fine," she answered, and managed a weak smile.
The professor opened some more huge doors, and led the line of students in. We were in a line, facing the students with our back to the professor's table.
The woman who had brought us in carried out a rather dirty, beaten up old hat. Something I was sure wouldn't have lasted through room checks at the orphanage.
Just then, the hat started singing.
"The Great Hogwarts Four Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff Slytherin and Gryffindor Each a great move Each a great start Ravenclaw, A house for the wise Hufflepuff, A house for the loyal Gryffindor, A house for the brave Slytherin, A hosue for friends Try me on I'll tell you where you belong Don't be scared Just try me on! For you'll go where you belong!"
The Great Hall broke into clapping.
The woman turned to us and announced, "When I call your name come up and put the hat on. Arvet, Julia!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
She went on and on, until she reached Megan's name.
"Dere, Megan!"
I crossed my fingers.
* * * Same time As told by Megan Dere Riddle
I stepped up and slipped the hat on over my head.
"Miss Riddle. going by an alias are you?"
I bit my lip.
"Well, let's see, where do you belong? My, lots of power you have, oh, yes, lots. Talent as well, but, whew, the power! You'd do well in Slytherin, they'd help you find a path to greatness, they would!"
"Not Slytherin!" I thought desperately.
"Why ever not? Slytherin would do you well!"
"NO!" I thought.
"Well, in that case, it is clear you belong in."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
* * * Same moment As told by Erika Potter
I clapped as Megan took the hat off and walked over to the Gryffindor table in a daze.
More names were called.
Then. "Potter, Erika!"
I walked up to the stool, and sat down, slipping that hat over my head.
"Miss Potter. let's see. where do you belong?"
I shut my eyes tight.
"There's a lot of talent in you, yes, plently of talent. A lot of bravery as well. But where do you belong?"
A few more comments later, the answer.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
A/N- well, that was short, but only because I want to get on with the chapter. Next chapter will bring the first week or so! I hope you liked it, I worked hard. Well, until the next chapter, buh-bye! And, remember, READ AND REVIEW!!!
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Buh-bye!
Disclaimer- I don't own nothing, nada. It all belongs to the Great Harry Potter people *bows*. I am not one of them. I am not getting paid. If I were, I most certainly wouldn't have an empty purse.
Erika
"Okay," I said, "I get it now."
Not really!
Harry was giving me the whole story on how our parents died and everything. Then he had told me that now that Voldemort was back, he was a main target. Then he told me that since I was his sister, I was just about as targetted as he was.
Great.
"Wonderful, huh?" Harry asked.
"Perfect," I answered, "I probably would have been safer back at the orphanage. You know, I have no strong desires to die."
Harry laughed.
"Well, anyways, I'm going to go to my room and sleep. Someone had to completely freak me out, so I'll probably have nightmares!" I said, and glared at my brother.
"You'll get over it," Harry told me, "I'm pretty much used to it."
I nodded, disbelieving.
"Okay, little lie. I'm almost used to it," Harry said.
I nodded, and went to my room.
"Erika! Erika, wake up!" Harry said, banging on my door the next morning.
I ignored him, and rolled over in bed.
"Erika!" he yelled.
"It's morning, let me sleep!" I shouted, then buried my head in the pillow.
"Erika, my friends are here! They want to see you!" Harry yelled.
I groaned. I got out of bed, however, and dressed. I yelled at Harry, who left my door alone, and went downstairs. I looked like a mess. I combed my hair, and put it up quickly. Finally, I left my room and went downstairs.
I spotted Harry at a table in the corner (another corner!) talking to two people sitting at the table in front of him. I walked over slowly, watching them.
There was two girls and a boy. One of the girls and the boy were tall (even though they were sitting down, I could tell), with fiery red hair and freckles. The girl had bushy brown hair and was smiling.
I walked over and stood behind Harry.
The girl with red hair let out a yelp and fell over in her chair. Everyone turned to look at why she had yelped: me.
"Whoa," the boy said.
"Harry?" the other girl asked.
I saw that they were holding the letter from Dumbledore, which I presumed they read.
"Guys, this is my sister, Erika," Harry said, "Pretty weird, huh?"
The boy gulped and nodded.
"Erika, this is Ron, Hermione, and Ron's sister, Ginny," Harry told me.
"Hi," I said.
"Pleased to meet you, Erika," Hermione said. "This is fascinating, Harry. All this time, we thought you were an only child. The moment we get back to Hogwarts, I'll have to look up this charm in the library."
"Honestly," Ron cried, "You might as well have Dumbledore put a dorm in there for you! You spend all your time there!"
"Oh, at least I do something other than get myself into trouble," Hermione said, "This is our last year, Ron, you should study!"
"And you should lighten up a bit!" Ron cried.
"Oh, come off it, both of you," Harry said.
I raised an eyebrow.
"Anyways, after breakfast, Ron, I have to show you something I saw at Quality Quidditch Supplies," Harry said.
Hermione groaned.
"You still haven't told me what Quidditch is," I interuppted, the first few words I'd said since "Hi."
Harry and Ron went to answer at the same time when Hermione interuppted.
"Trust me, Erika, you don't want to listen to those two with Quidditch. While they're looking at Quidditch things, why don't you, Ginny, and I go shopping. I need a few new books." Hermione said, but was interuppted by groans from Harry and Ron.
I sat down, interested with the antics of my brother and his friends.
While we ate Ron described his latest scuffle with his family.
"So Mum made me take Ginny with me, since she needs to get her school stuff, still," Ron said.
"I wanted to go on my own, but Mum wouldn't let me," Ginny protested.
Ron rolled his eyes.
I thought for a moment. If Ginny was a year younger than Ron, and Ron was born the same year as Harry, then.
"We were born in the same year," I said.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Ginny and I, we were born the same year," I answered, "A year after you three."
"Technically, she's right," Hermione agreed.
"Oh, enough with 'technically'. Come on, Harry, let's go look at some Quidditch stuff," Ron said.
Him and Harry left, shortly followed by Hermione, Ginny, and I. They actually told me all about Hogwarts. Hermione was the Head Girl, whereas Harry was Head Boy.
"How long have you lot been friends?" I asked.
"Since our first year. It's a funny story, actually," Hermione answered, then told me the story about the troll in the first year.
"Trolls exist?" I asked, "I thought they were those little things with hair that sticks up that people put on their dashboards."
"No, they're real," Hermione told me.
"Cool."
* * * Same time As told by Megan Dere Riddle
I had watched them throughout the morning, while they ate breakfast. I had never seen them before, but I knew soon who they were. The boy with the scar on his forehead gave it away. He was Harry Potter. I knew two others: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, I'd heard their names whispered when no one thought my grandfather or sister could hear. But I didn't reckognize the other two. They were both girls, and looked like the boys who were with them, they could have been related to them, but I wasn't sure.
They were supposed to be my sworn enemies, always fouling my grandfather's plans, and my sister's (which few she had, since she had just started to emerge in the dark world).
I had hated them as a young child. I was supposed to. They had sent my grandfather away for a long time, they had fouled his plans to come back time after time, until he finally succeeded. I had eventually realized, though, they in truth, they had done nothing wrong.
I had never spoken these thoughts aloud. I would probably have been punished. Punishment at my grandfather's house was not pleasant. Not all who were punished survived.
* * * Later As told by Erika Potter
I met the rest of the Weasleys that night at dinner, back in the Leaky Cauldron. There I was introduced to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, along with the rest of their kids. They had five others than Ron and Ginny, all were grown up and out of Hogwarts.
Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were really nice (after they got over the first shock of actually knowing the truth about me). Not all of their kids were there, but they had pictures.
Only Percy, their third oldest, was there.
"My boss gave me the evening off," he explained, "As it's my little brother's last year at Hogwarts."
I had the feeling I wasn't going to like Percy all that much.
September 1st rolled around. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley got us some cars to take to the train station. It was a tight fit, with all our things, but we managed. Once we reached the station we put our things on carts, and followed Mr. and Mrs. Weasley to the platform.
"Harry," I whispered, "I've only been here once before, but I can't remember there being a 'Platform 9 and ¾' here."
Harry just grinned.
"Allright, come on," Mrs. Weasley said, and stopped at the barrier between platforms nine and ten, "Ron, Harry, you first."
They started walking towards the barrier, as if without a care in the world. Then, just as they were about to hit it, they were gone. Disappeared.
Of course, magic, stupid me.
"Ginny, Hermione, Erika, you three next," Mrs. Weasely said.
"Er." I started.
"Erika, just run towards the barrier, and don't stop, okay?" Hermione told me, and followed Ginny.
I followed. I was going to hit the barrier, I just knew it. But I ran anyway.
Then, I was through. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were waiting. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley came in after me.
There were tons of people, all standing on the platform. Beside the platform was a scarlet train, with "Hogwarts Express" written on it.
"Erika, we're going to go find seats. We'll see you at school," Harry told me.
I nodded, and watched as they all walked away.
I got my stuff on the train, by some miracle, and started searching for a place to sit.
I was walking backwards, trying to pull my trunk, when I collided with someone behind me.
"Ow!" I cried, and the person behind me did the same.
I turned around to see a girl, with short (shorter than mine, which is shoulder length) brown hair and green eyes.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't see you there."
"It's alright," the girl said, and looked at me.
She was very pale.
"I wasn't watching where I was going, either," the girl told me, then asked, "Are you a first year?"
I nodded, "Are you?"
She nodded, and started to smile, weakly, as if afriad to.
"I'm Erika, what's your name?" I asked.
"Megan Dere," she answered.
"Pleased to meet you. Have you found a compartment?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"Well, let's sit together, then," I suggested.
This time, she smiled completely, and nodded. We walked down the hallways until we found an empty one.
"So, what house do you want to be in?" I asked once we sat in.
"Gryffindor," she answered, "I wouldn't survive in Slytherin, literally."
I grinned, "Me too. My family is supposed to be from Gryffindor, too, or so I'm told."
And so our conversation began.
* * * Same time As told by Megan Dere Riddle
I couldn't believe it. Here I was, sitting with someone my age, and getting along well with them. I had never known other girls my age who weren't interested in the Dark Arts, until now. And Erika didn't seem at all interested in the Dark Arts. It felt so good to finally have a friend.
But I was worried about the sorting. If I were placed in Slytherin, I wouldn't survive. I'd be dead by Christmas. They'd kill me.
I knew they would.
* * * An Hour Later As told by Anya Jones
"Anya."
The door to my office opened. McGonagall stood in the doorway. I turned around and smiled.
"The students are to arrive in a few hours. Dumbledore is sending me to tell eveyrone," McGonagall said.
"Thanks. When do we have to be in the Great Hall?" I asked.
"By five, preferrably," McGonagall answered.
I nodded. Five o'clock.
McGonagall left, and I shut my eyes. Okay, I could do this. I could do this.
(A/N- I'm kinda rushing through the train ride, I hope you don't mind).
* * * A few hours later As told by Erika Potter
The train slowed to a stop.
"I guess we're here," Megan said.
I nodded.
"Please exit the train, and leave your baggage behind," a voice shouted up and down the train.
Moments before Megan and I had changed into our robes. We opened the compartement doors and joined the mush of people trying to get outside. We jumped onto the platform and started to look around.
"First years over here!" another voice yelled.
We turned to see a man, about twice the size high as a regular person, and much more thick.
"A giant," Megan whispered, in awe.
But there was a little more than awe in her voice, something I couldn't reckognize.
We ran over to where the rest of the first years stood. A few minutes later, the man nodded.
"That's off ya. Come on, now," he said.
He led us away from the rest of the students, and down a long, twisting path. We talked in whispers.
"I wonder where we're going," I whispered.
Megan nodded, shivering in her robes.
We reached the edge of a lake, with boats lined up in front of it.
"Allright now, four to a boat. Move along now!" the giant yelled.
Megan and I scrammbled into one boat, and was joined, a moment later, by two others. Megan turned her back to them, and I followed suit.
The man pointed forward, and we started to move silently across the water. I grinned.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Megan whispered.
"What?" I asked.
"The castle," she answered, and pointed.
I looked up to see a huge, stone, castle. Lights were on in the windows, and there were many towers.
"It is beautiful," I agreed.
We reached the other end of the lake, and silently exited the boats. We looked up at the castle, and followed the giant up a path and field, to huge doors. He knocked on them, once, twice.
They opened. A tall woman frowned down at us from behind the doors.
"Hagrid, you're late," she said.
"Sorry, professor, but it couldn't be helped," the giant- Hagrid- replied.
The woman nodded, and said to us, "Come on now. You'll have to go straight to the Great Hall."
She opened the doors wider, and motioned for us to follow her in. The hallway was HUGE, to put it lightly. Megan and I looked around in awe.
"The rest of the school is in the Great Hall. We will go there now. Before you can join your classmates at your tables, each of you must be sorted into the houses. There are four of them: Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Slytherin. Each are highly respectable," the professor told us, "While here you will take classes with your house, sleep in your house. Your house will become like your family. Good things you do will earn your house points, while rule breaking will lose your house points. The house with the most amount of points will be awarded the House Cup at the end of the year. Now, we will enter the Great Hall."
"I wonder how they sort us," I whispered to Megan, who shrugged.
She looked a lot paler than usual.
"Are you alright?" I asked.
"Huh? Oh, yes, I'm fine," she answered, and managed a weak smile.
The professor opened some more huge doors, and led the line of students in. We were in a line, facing the students with our back to the professor's table.
The woman who had brought us in carried out a rather dirty, beaten up old hat. Something I was sure wouldn't have lasted through room checks at the orphanage.
Just then, the hat started singing.
"The Great Hogwarts Four Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff Slytherin and Gryffindor Each a great move Each a great start Ravenclaw, A house for the wise Hufflepuff, A house for the loyal Gryffindor, A house for the brave Slytherin, A hosue for friends Try me on I'll tell you where you belong Don't be scared Just try me on! For you'll go where you belong!"
The Great Hall broke into clapping.
The woman turned to us and announced, "When I call your name come up and put the hat on. Arvet, Julia!"
"RAVENCLAW!"
She went on and on, until she reached Megan's name.
"Dere, Megan!"
I crossed my fingers.
* * * Same time As told by Megan Dere Riddle
I stepped up and slipped the hat on over my head.
"Miss Riddle. going by an alias are you?"
I bit my lip.
"Well, let's see, where do you belong? My, lots of power you have, oh, yes, lots. Talent as well, but, whew, the power! You'd do well in Slytherin, they'd help you find a path to greatness, they would!"
"Not Slytherin!" I thought desperately.
"Why ever not? Slytherin would do you well!"
"NO!" I thought.
"Well, in that case, it is clear you belong in."
"GRYFFINDOR!"
* * * Same moment As told by Erika Potter
I clapped as Megan took the hat off and walked over to the Gryffindor table in a daze.
More names were called.
Then. "Potter, Erika!"
I walked up to the stool, and sat down, slipping that hat over my head.
"Miss Potter. let's see. where do you belong?"
I shut my eyes tight.
"There's a lot of talent in you, yes, plently of talent. A lot of bravery as well. But where do you belong?"
A few more comments later, the answer.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
A/N- well, that was short, but only because I want to get on with the chapter. Next chapter will bring the first week or so! I hope you liked it, I worked hard. Well, until the next chapter, buh-bye! And, remember, READ AND REVIEW!!!
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