Chronicles of the Blood Circle

Book One- Dungeons & Dragons

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of my friends. Though I am AJ's freshman...

A/N: Oh, I'm so sorry I didn't update this in forever. I didn't know how to do this chapter, so I just decided to do a crap version and get it over with. I'm so sorry if I missed any names, so please, forgive me ahead of time.

Also, I've been really busy lately and so if this takes months to update... I'm sorry. And my Betas left. I'm looking for a new one, if anyone is interested. Someone who can press me to write a new chapter, maybe? Well, the thoughts what counts and I accept all offers. (If I had readers, anyways.)

This chapter has no Beta, so if it's crap it's all my fault. I'd still like to thank Etienne-Sensei for putting up with me as long as he did, though. It means a lot to me.

"Just because everything is different doesn't mean anything has changed."
-Irene Peter

"Alrigh', no more then four to a boat," Hagrid said chipperly, snapping everyone out of their daze.

"Boat?" Terra gulped, looking at the small magic guided boats. "I... I don't..."

"What's wrong?" Stephanie asked, worried, putting a hand on her friend's back.

"I don't do boats..." Terra mumbled, looking out across the expansive lake.

But even if they had had time to do anything, Hagrid had ushered them all into boats. Terra groaned. She had been separated from her friends. Two males and a female sat in the same boat, and she eyed them all carefully.

The closest was a tall male, with short dark black hair. It almost looked spiky. He looked over his shoulder at her, and she noticed he had thin black glasses. She half smirked at him, waving slightly. As much as she hated to admit it, he was cute. And looked cool, but the cute part...

She looked at the other male. He was shorter then the first, but whether he was taller then her she couldn't tell. He was leaning over the edge of the boat, watching the water. She wondered how his glasses didn't fall off, but didn't comment. Lazily she noted he had brown hair. The minor details were starting to bore her.

Finally, she looked behind her to see a dark skinned female. She was sitting casually, arms outstretched so her finger tips brush against the water. Her hair was short, and she too wore glasses. Terra blinked, before looking around. Everyone on the boat had glasses. (She chose not to wear hers unless she had too...)

"Terra," she smiled, waving to the girl.

"My name is Krystal," she smiled, waving in return.

Terra cast a glance over the side of the boat, before sliding further down in her seat. Not that there was much of a seat, but her knees folded under her on the floor. Water... On all sides... She resisted the urge to moan, as she felt her stomach curdle.

"I hate boats..." She mumbled in explanation, as both boys were watching her also now.

"I see..." The tall male said, "Name's Etienne."

"Terra," she repeated, glancing at the smooth glass like top. "Terra Parton."

"Nice to meet you," he smiled, before turning back to look at Hogwarts. "A few more minutes..."

"Whatever..." the second male said.

"His name's David," Krystal said. "That's pretty much all he said on the train."

"Yeah, well, that's all I wanted to say," David snapped.

"His game boy died an hour or so from Hogwarts, the magic in the air," Etienne explained.

"You three were together?" Terra asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Dustin was there too," Krystal thought, "David's brother."

David scowled at the mention of this.

"I hate my brothers..." Terra nodded, "One of them is here. Slytherin."

"Ah... Evil," Etienne frowned, "And yet... cool at the same time."

"There's nothing... oh, forget it... We're here..." Terra mumbled.

Stumbling out of the boat, she kneeled on the ground. Mumbling softly about her hatred of boats, she cursed under her breath. After a moment, she felt someone pull her to her feet, and was surprised to see Risa.

"Thought we lost you," Risa shrugged, "Come on... Got to come here..."

The large group of students was lead through an underground cave, before coming upon a large stair case where they were all greeted by an older woman wearing a green cloak over green robes. Terra blinked, listening as Risa mumbled a quick joke to Stephanie who laughed.

"All right first years," the woman said, "You are all about to be sorted into your houses. I want you all to follow me through this door in a moment. When you are in the Great Hall, you will wait until I call your name to be sorted into your houses. You will wait for your turn. I shall be right back."

The students mumbled chatter, not having anything to say really. They were all too anxious. Terra decided that waiting for the Sorting to begin might just be one of the hardest things she ever had to do. Between biting her lip and mumbling her thoughts to herself, it seemed like ages.

She saw blonde hair, and she immediately guessed who it was. There was no doubting the presence of Draco Malfoy. He looked annoyed. She turned to look at the looks on other students faces. Happy... Sad... One girl was almost in tears from fear... Terra took her head. She hated waiting.

She was tempted to start pacing, but seeing McGonagall push open the door, and scan the room changed her mind.

"Follow me," she said simply, leading them all into the Great Hall.

Her first impression was that it was really black. It took her eyes a moment to realize there were hundreds of students, all of them staring up at them. Five tables, she noted. She immediately spotted Snape and Dumbledore at the staff table.

She looked over the others and spotted her brother. Stridis stared back at her for a moment, before sneering. His dark auburn-blonde hair was long, and his eyes were narrowed. She stuck out her tongue before turning away.

No reason to start a fight in the middle of the sorting. She was snapped out of her thoughts by the Sorting Hat's song. She realized she hadn't heard a word.

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

I'll eat myself it you can find,

A smarter hat then me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head,

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I'll tell you,

Where you ought to be.

You may belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve and chivalry,

Set Gryffindors apart;

You May belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those Hufflepuffs are true,

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you're a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind

Or perhaps in Slytherin,

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means,

To achieve their ends;

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a thinking cap!"

The Sorting Hat finished its song and Terra stared. She was going to be sorted by and old and probably moldy gay hat? She snorted, that was the last thing she wanted to put on her head... She hit herself mentally, realizing the first person had just been sorted.

"Ashmeade, Krystal!" the witch called.

The girl she had met on the boat walked up, and sat before being sorted almost immediately into Gryffindor. Terra joined in the clapping, looking around the tables.

"Bones, Susan!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Boot, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Brucklehurst, Mandy!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Brown, Lavender!"

"GRIFFINDOR!"

"Crabbe, Vincent!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Dunbar, Sarah!"

"Hufflepuff!"

"Dunkleman, Rachel!"

"Ravenclaw!"

"Fernette, Etienne!"

A moment of silence as he sat with the hat on his head before "GRYIFFINDOR!"

"Finch-Fletchety, Justin!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Finnigan, Seamus!"

"GRIFFINDOR!"

"Granger, Hermione!"

"GRIFFINDOR!"

"Gray, Rebecca!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Goyle, Gregory!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Hickman, David!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Hickman, Dustin!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Lewiston, Nathaniel!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Longbottum, Neville!"

"GRIFFINDOR!"

"Malfoy, Draco!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Martin, Stephanie!"

Terra's head snapped up as she watched her blonde-haired friend walk forward and sit down confidently as the hat was place on her head. Figures, Terra thought, Stephanie was always prepared no matter what happened.

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Merrill, Jessica!"

"RAVENCLAW"

"Moon!"

"SLYTHERIN"

"Morrison, Benjamin!"

"Gryffindor!"

"Nott, Terry!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Parkinson, Pansy!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Parton, Terra!"

Gulping, she walked forward and grudgingly allowed the hat to be placed on her head. She wasn't surprised when she felt a strange probing inside the back of her mind. She yawned, visibly.

"Find anything interesting yet?" she asked.

'Ah... I can see great ambition... and yet...'

"Let me guess, something else in there?"

'You are very brave...'

"Whatever..."

'So, Slytherin?'

"Yeah..."

"SLYTHERIN!"

Terra pulled the hat off, and walked over to where her brother and the other Slytherins were sitting through nervous applause. No one really fancied Slytherins. Not in this day and age, anyways.

"Patila, Padma!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Potter, Harry!"

That turned a few heads. The hall quieted immediately as everyone turned to see the boy slowly walk foreword to put on the hat. Hell, even Terra was interested. She would never admit it, but she really was. She almost groaned at the hat's answer.

"GRIFFINDOR!"

"Snyder, Risa!"

Terra crossed her fingers, silently praying for her best friend. They had to be together... They just had too... Before the hat touched her head it replied.

"SLYTHERIN!"

Terra cheered louder then everyone else, embracing her friend tightly, congratulating her as they turned to watch the rest.

"Smith, Xilver!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

Somehow, Terra wasn't surprised.

"Swanson, Lycoris!"

"Slytherin!"

"Thomas, Dean!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Turpin, Lisa!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Weasley, Ron!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"White, Harley!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Vaptor, Spyke!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Zabina, Blaise!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

Terra checked, all the students had been sorted. She vaguely remembered congratulating Vaptor and Blaise. She rubbed her hands together, before staring eagerly at her plate. Giving it once last longing glance, she turned her head to look at Dumbledore, who rose quietly.