Make sure you are reading The Jokers Unite, That One or That One, and The Realm of Ginny by Cainabella! You should, if you don't want to (I have to think of a new punishment)…get…fed to a Flobberworm!(I know, I know, that was weak) Molly (Cainabella) also has a Star Wars story (RUN AWAY! Sorry but I absolutely detest Star Wars) and a Hawksong story.

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Cup-in-a-mug: Thanks! That made me feel really good—I am totally obsessed with your story Green Philosophy of a Prince!

Molly: That was…brief. Cool.

xtotallyatpeacex: Yeah. I myself forgot that she didn't have a wand. I had to rewrite about an entire page of Transfiguration lessons to save my sorry ass! Just for your sake, I will make this chapter very long so that she does get sorted.

Diagon Alley. Bri had never been here before. It was so amazing, with street vendors and owls and wizards and witches everywhere. There was nothing in the world like it. (A/N has anybody ever wondered why there isn't owl crap all over Diagon Alley?)

"There's the cauldron shop. Come on, we haven't got all day, young lady!" barked McGonagall.

After a long day of shopping, Bri was happy to get back to her cozy apartment. She had a standard cauldron, a wand (Dragon heartsting, cherry, 13 inches), a toad named Dolores, about twenty books (in addition to the required books) since reading was so important to her, some new robes (dress robes, casual robes, the list went on…) some dragonskin gloves (bright orange!), and a hat.

Surprisingly, Bri had been given a lot of money by her parents despite the fact that she was neglected. (A/N imagine how spoiled Draco is—if he was a Muggle, he would probably have an iPod Video, a Sony PSP, a sportscar, an entire wardrobe of Abercrombie and Fitch…) Bri guessed that she was given money so she wouldn't write to the Daily Prophet saying that she was basically being held captive. Why hadn't she written the Daily Prophet? Probably under the threat of the Cruciatus curse.

Bri sank into her chair and sighed happily. McGonagall left, saying that they would instead have their lesson tomorrow after Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Bri found herself incredibly ecstatic, pretending to concoct potions she had read about in her cauldron, trying out simple spells with her wand, trying on her robes, reading feverishly through books, and introducing Dolores to Donagh. Then she decided that Dolores should keep away from Donagh, since he seemed to think of her as supper.

The next few weeks seemed to fly by, with some very interesting classes. Bri (who will from here on out be referred to as Molly) excelled at Care of Magical Creatures, Arithmancy, Charms, Magical Music, and Potions. Her Defense Against the Dark Arts, Divination and Transfiguration classes were, well, less than satisfactory (can you say TROLL?). Over time, they got better, and she managed to bring them up to slightly below average.

Before she knew it, September was over and October had begun. Molly had completely mastered Metamorphmagology and totally ready for school to start. One day, Dumbledore knocked on her door.

"Br—Molly? Can I speak to you for a moment?"

"Yes, sir." Molly emerged, her green eyes sparkling and red hair shining.

"We have to talk about admission to the school."

"Alright, but I thought I had already been accepted?"

"Well, yes, but since you are starting late, we have to discuss how you will be sorted."

"Can't I just stay in the apartment?"

"No, I know it is a very cozy place, and you can return there for summer break, but you have to be in a House or it will look suspicious."

"Do I get to pick?"

Dumbledore laughed appreciatively. "No, I'm afraid the rules will also apply to you. Would you rather be sorted in front of the entire school, or just here, in private?"

"Um, I wouldn't mind getting sorted in front of the school."

"That's wonderful then. Tomorrow, we shall have a feast and you will get sorted."

"Sir—What House do you think I will be sorted into? I hope it's Gryffindor. All the best people end up in that House."

"Remember, Ms. O'Connor, that the House you are in does not determine the quality of the individual. Each member of a House shows his or her own qualities and shortcomings."

"Hufflepuff especially excels at shortcomings." Molly couldn't help herself. "Sorry, Professor," she added quickly.

Dumbledore laughed. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that, Molly, as long as you pretend you didn't hear me laugh! In the meantime, I have to leave now, so I will see you tomorrow night, alright? I'll come fetch you just before dinner, you don't mind eating in the kitchens, do you?"

"No sir, not at all." Molly replied. She was so incredibly excited. She was starting school the very next night!

The very next night seemed like many years away. Time passed so slowly, Molly thought the clocks were broken. She asked Dumbledore for a light sleeping potion, which Snape provided, and she fell into a wonderfully warm, deep sleep, where she dreamt of Donagh, a Kneazle, and Potions class.

Molly woke up around eight am to an owl pecking at the window, Donagh looking at it suspiciously. Molly had recently subscribed to the Daily Prophet, so that she could keep up with the quickly changing magical world, but Donagh still didn't like the fact that a strange owl was making deliveries instead of him. Crossing the room to the window, she gave the white owl a Knut and took the paper from his leg and read it idly, without really taking anything in.

Around nine, someone knocked on the door, but she knew it was just Winky bringing her breakfast. She was such a cute little House-Elf, and Molly always shared breakfast with her. Winky adored this more than anything else, even though she thought it wasn't her place to eat with humans. This day Winky had brought waffles and hot cocoa, Molly's personal favorite. She chatted with Winky about the weather. That was really all Winky talked about. And something called S-P-E-W and the crazy Her-mee-oney that had invented it. After they finished, Winky bowed low and made her way back to the kitchens.

The day passed slowly. At one o'clock, Winky came back up to the room with lunch—barbecue chicken and lemonade, and they chatted some more.

Finally, it was about six o'clock and Dumbledore swept into the room.

"Are you red—" (A/N phonetically the first syllable of ready)

"Yes yes yes!" Molly's hair was braided and she had some lip gloss on.

"OK, well then what are we wait—"

"I don't know what we are waiting for, let's go!" Dumbledore laughed as Molly practically shoved him out of the way to get to the door.

Molly ate her dinner slowly and carefully, not wanting to stain her robes.

Finally, FINALLY it was time to get sorted. Molly walked tall, her long braid flowing behind her, over to Dumbledore as he announced the "special" event that was going on tonight.

"We have the special honor of receiving a new student," he said. "Ms. Molly O'Connor, a student who moved here from America (Metamorphmagi also have the power to change their voices, and, in this case, their British accent) to join us at Hogwarts."

The school errupted into polite applause, boys craning their necks to see Molly in her new-found beauty.

"She has agreed to be sorted in front of everyone. So here she is, Molly O'Connor from Chincoteague Island, Virginia!"

Molly sat on the stool. It was only then did she realize how nervous she was. Her hands were sweating, and her knees trembled slightly. Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on her head.

"You are incredibly brave, Molly." It whispered into her mind.

"Er. Thanks." Molly thought.

"You are also very smart, and loyal."

"Not Hufflepuff, only losers go—" Molly stammered. Anything but Hufflepuff!

"AH! Brianne Malfoy…it seems you are also very good at lying and keeping secrets…Let's go with…hmm…this will be a very tough decision…SLYTHERIN!"

Longest chapter yet! So she got sorted. I hope you liked this chapter…a lot of time passed here, no?

Apparently, the brackets characters do not show up on a Fanfiction Document. When Dumbledore is introducing Molly, I had brackets around the part that says "Metamorphmagi have the power to change their voices and, in this case, their accent" but I was reading it on the Web and I was like, Whoah! So I had to update.