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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!
