Daphne: Alright, everyone! Here is the sequel to 'The Phoenix's Prophecy'! I have been working on it for a while, but I had to get the first two stories up first, so this one would make sense! I really hope you enjoy it! There is one small warning I have for you, though!

*WARNING*: I SUGGEST THAT YOU READ 'To Be A Malfoy' BEFORE READING THIS, SO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT IS GOING ON! IT IS REALLY DIFFICULT TO UNDERSTAND UNLESS YOU HAVE READ IT!

Thank you!

*Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the characters from JK Rowling's book do not belong to me. Only the characters that I made up are, so please don't sue me!!!*

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The Chosen Ones

by: Daphne Li

Prologue

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Professor Harry Potter sighed as he looked down over the heads of the group of small first years. He knew just by looking at them that they would be a handful, though he had the feeling that many of them would play very big roles in the upcoming years of Hogwarts.

Harry watched as one of his best friends, Professor Hermione Weasley, pulled the stool onto the platform and placed the Sorting Hat on it. She then opened the roll of parchment that had been beneath her arm and began to call out names. Harry smiled as the nervous students walked up, put on the hat, and were sorted.

"Maxwell Biederon."

Harry sat up a bit straighter as the son of Shane Biederon and Cassia Malfoy-Biederon, and one of his son's childhood friends, stepped slowly up to the stool and sat down. The hat was dropped over his eyes, then:

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Loud cheers and clapping were heard from a table nearby as Maxwell sat down with a grin on his face.

"Orion Black." The said boy confidently walked up to the stool and smirked cheekily as the hat was placed over his wavy black hair that was so like his father's.

"GRYFFINDOR!" More cheers were heard as Orion sauntered down, sitting next to Max. The group of first years dwindled even more as Hermione called out more names.

"Tonya Longbottom." A girl with long black hair and bright amber eyes sat on the stool, meeting the eyes of her father just before the hat covered them. Professor Neville Longbottom sat looking proud as his oldest daughter was sorted.

"GRYFFINDOR!" Tonya smiled at her beaming father before jumping down off the stool and joining the Gryffindor table. Harry noticed that so far, the children of his old school friends were all getting placed into Gryffindor. He wondered at this for a moment, then shook his head and paid attention to the next child to be sorted, Romulus Lupin. He too, joined Gryffindor, under the intense cheering of his friends.

At this, Harry looked over at Hermione, who's eyebrows now looked as if they would rise off her face. Neville looked just as suspicious, but said nothing. Eventually, the group of first years dwindled down to thirteen children.

"Lily Potter." Hermione called, smiling as the small girl nervously took her turn. Lily met her father's eyes before putting on the hat. He knew that her deepest fear was that she would be placed in Slytherin, though he highly doubted that she would possibly fit in there.

"GRYFFINDOR!" Harry saw his daughter draw a sigh of relief, as she turned to beam at him. He smiled proudly and watched as she brushed past her twin brother on her way down to the table, obviously whispering encouraging words in his ear. James's name was called next, and he sat down, looking just as nervous as his sister.

There was a long pause. Harry watched, breathless, as his son's lips slowly moved, forming words that held no sound. Still, the hat was silent. Moments passed as tension rose like a veil to cover everyone watching. Hermione began to fidget desperately, and Harry saw Neville shooting nervous looks at him. Lily was near to tears in her seat, and James's friends wore looks of intense worry.

"Gryffindor." The hat's voice was low, sure and firm, and a collective sigh of relief was heard from the majority of the room as it made its decision. James gently removed the hat and handed it to his stunned aunt, before carefully walking over to where his father sat.

"It tried to put me in Slytherin, but I wouldn't let it. It said with the friends I had now and our secret, I should want to be in that house, but I told it to bugger off because my friends were just as good as any Gryffindor." He stated proudly. Harry and his son both knew that by 'friends', the hat had meant the Malfoys. Harry felt a slight cold chill as he thought of the secret that he was keeping for his son, though many a time he had thought about telling Ginny. It had been just over six years since James had first started vacationing at the Malfoy's house in America, and he was still a bit sun-burnt from his latest trip there.

"Curtis Weasley." Hermione called out, her eyes glowing with pride as her gangly son approached the stool. The hat settled on his fiery-red hair, and there was a short pause.

"GRYFFINDOR!" Harry watched as his children and the rest of the house cheered for their newest member. Harry noted again, and all the children of his friends were in Gryffindor. He stood up and made a short speech, after which the food appeared.

"This looks like a lively year." Hermione murmured as she sat down next to him, her eyes on the Gryffindor table. Lily and Tonya were already making friends with their fellow dorm-mates, while James and his four friends were huddled together, talking quietly amongst themselves. James and his friends were the only Gryffindor first-year boys, so they had no fear of having to share their dorm with boys they didn't know.

"It sure does." He muttered.

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