The next day as promised Ginevra and Dumbledore were discussing her classes.
"I see that you were in advanced everything Ginevra. As you might recall the way we teach over here and at Durmstrange is a little bit different. I will still keep you in advance courses but you will be advancing a year. I am pretty sure you can handle it. Now it is time for breakfast and your re-sorting." Dumbledore said while looking over her report from her last school.
As they made their way down to the Great Hall Ginevra was a little bit unsure of what to expect from her re-sorting. Unsurity, for her has not come for a long, long time. She hated the place and the feelings it was stirring up inside her. All she wanted to do was go back there, go back to home. Yes she did refer to it as home. It was the only place she felt safe and conferrable in. Not to mention that was the only place she was at for 5 years.
As Dumbledore opened the doors, she took a deep breath and prepared herself for what was to come next. That moment, the moment the hat screams out her house will be the moment that changes it all. Not that she knew it at that time though. She only figured it out much, much later.
As they walked in the whole Hall went silent. She made her way up to the front. Dumbledore explained the sorting. As he was talking she took the opportunity to look around. All eyes were on her. She looked at her brother and his friends. None of them recognized her.
Good she thought much better that way.
The moment of truth came and she sat herself on the stool. The hat was placed on her head and so it begun.
Hmmm haven't I sorted you before? Asked the hat.
Yes now get on with this. Genevra responded.
Impatience will get you no where. Now yes you are the littlelest Weasley. You've changed a great deal. Much more smarter. Much more Darker. Yes the Darkness has consumed a portion of you. So I shall dear say Hufflepuff is defiantly not the house for you.
SHUT UP. Don't you dare talk about that, or think it. You do not know anything about the darkness, my darkness. You would have actually considered Hufflepuff for me? You great prat.
Now, now that is no way to think to me. Ahh yes you can be in Ravenclaw with those brains, but no You will not fit in, much to great for them. You are brave but not the way Gryffindor is. Your bravery and loyalty run much deeper in different ways. I shall Say SLYTHERIN.
Genevra got off the stool. She was not surprised. She knew She would not have been re-sorted into Gryfindor. Not after everything she had been through. So she made her way to the Slytherin table.
As she was making her way to the front of the Great Hall Draco Malfoy sat there in his seat at his house table watching her. She was the most Exotic Dark Beauty he had ever seen. He was instantly smitten. As he looked around his house table he could see he was not the only one. Boys and Girls of all ages at the Slytherin table were entranced by her.
She was mysterious and alluring. He knew right there he had to have her. There was nothing he couldn't get and he was not starting right then and there. He was going to learn all about her. And he thought he was going to be bored this year.
He was waiting patiently for that stupid hat to tell him which house she was going to be put into. He honestly did not have any clue which one. When the hat had yelled Slytherin he was ecstatic. His job had just gotten so much easier.
