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Rated: M for sexual content, language, adult themes

Chapter Two
"Ties of Blood"

Bella now stood in a hall, a huge, vast hall with one of the highest ceilings she'd ever seen. She and many other first years were all crowded into one part of the hall standing in front of two great oak doors. A very stern-looking woman was standing at the head of the group.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said the woman, who, if Bella remember right, was named Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts..."
Bella only half listened she knew this already. She was more interested in a boy she'd spotted; he had white blonde hair, a thin pointed face, and gray eyes. There were also two boys standing with him but Bella paid them no mind.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin." As soon as Professor McGonagall said the name of Slytherin House the blonde boy smirked and looked at the other two boys. Bella wasn't sure why, but something about this boy was familiar to her. It was almost like she'd seen him somewhere before but where she didn't know.
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting. I shall return when we are ready for you, please wait quietly." With that Professor McGonagall left the hall.
Bella was still watching the blonde boy closely. She couldn't shake the feeling that she'd seen him before. But her eyes were pulled away from him as many people scream. She looked up sharply only to sigh. "Idiots, they're just ghosts." said Bella quietly. She didn't even listen to what the ghosts were talking about, it wasn't her business. A big fate Friar ghost was talking to some students but Bella didn't care, "One must pity and respect the dead." that's what her grandmother always said but Bella didn't see the point.
"Move along now," Professor McGonagall had returned. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start. Now form a line and follow me."
Bella followed Professor McGonagall into the Great Hall. Four long tables crowded with students stood in the room and at the head of them another table where it seemed all the teachers sat. And when Bella looked up she was greeted by the night sky. She heard someone ahead of her say, "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History."
Bella sniffed. What a know-it-all.
Professor McGonagall lead them up to the Staff Table were they stopped. McGonagall then silently placed a stool on the floor and on top of it was a very old pointy wizard's hat. A rip near the brim of the hat opened as if it were a mouth and began to sing:

"Oh, you may think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,"

Bella thought the hat sung rather ill and toned out most of the song until he came to the houses, then she listened.

"You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;"

Bella snorted. They're also full-hearty idiots! thought Bella.

"You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;"

Bella laughed inwardly.

"Or yet in wise old Ravenclaww,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;"

The whole lot of them are crack-pots. Thought Bella.

"Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
These cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends."

That's where I'll be. Bella smiled almost sadly. I won't let down the family line, mother. Bella was brought out of her thoughts as the Great Hall rang with applause, the hat must have finished its song. Bella knew what to do so she didn't really listen to McGonagall but waited for her name to be called only. But she did, however, find out the blonde boy's name, Draco Malfoy had gone to Slytherin.
"Grundy, Bella." called McGonagall.
Bella walked quietly up to the Sorting Hat, sat on the stool and put it on. She heard a little voice in her ear,
"Hm, I know where you go. SLYTHERIN!"
Bella allowed herself a sigh of relief as she set down at the Slytherin table. But she jerked her head around to the Hat again when she heard the name,
"Potter, Harry."
I knew it. Bella's lip curled in a cold smile. Harry Potter is at Hogwarts this year. She watched the skinny black haired boy named Harry Potter put on the hat. But it took several minutes for the hat to sort him.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
That suits. thought Bella. But Bella was happy, she was in Slytherin, the house her family had been in for years. Watch me, mother, I'll become the greatest Witch of all time!