I'm left standing alone in an empty hall way, the walls whistle with a slight breeze, it seems to carry a message. That message is run. So I do, I run. Me feet pound against the stone flooring, the sound echoing throughout the hallowed halls, a thunderous lone applaud. I do not know why and I do not know how but for some reason something is urging me to go, to go and find Harry. A part of me somewhere in the deepest part of my subconscious feels as though he needs me right now. If there is one thing I have learnt from my little time here and from absorbing all of Harry's tales it is to never doubt your intuition, magic is woven into the very fabric of being here. So if I feel like Harry needs me, he probably really does needs me.
I pass dozens of paintings all complaining due to my heavy footfall, but that doesn't stop me. Even before I come to a proper halt I shout "Mimbulus mimbletonia" the fat lady startles but swings open. Maybe she can sense my urgency. I skid to a halt in the common area and swing around. Where are the boys dorm again? I stand still for a moment, I can hear my heart beat, it's loud and fast, its beating almost hypnotising. I face the way I know the boys retreat to every evening and propel myself up the stairs, at the top there are a number of doors. The hallway mirrored the girls dorm exactly, hopefully the layout is similar. I walk towards what would be my room but in the girls dorm and slowly push forward the door. I creep in and my footsteps are silenced by the plush rugs beneath my foot. There, in the very last bed in the room is Harry. He is sweating profusely, his head was moving to the side slightly a word on the cusp of his lips. What was he trying to say? No? His slightly parted lips were wet at the cupids bow and I reach forward to swipe away drenched bits of hair out of his face. Something felt so familiar about Harry. It always had, like I knew him before, I hadn't of course. He starts to move even more in his dream, my brows knit together in worry, I wasn't sure if I should wake him. His thrashing becomes worse, violent even.
"Harry." I call, I shove him a bit but his eyes are still firmly shut. "Harry!" I say loudly, forgetting the room is filled with sleeping boys. I see someone stir in the bed across from harry. I shove him even harder and he wakes with a look of pure fear plastered across his face. We're both silent for a moment "Harry…" he turns his head towards me, visibly shudders and then tosses the covers off of himself, he starts running towards the door, bear feet in all and I follow close behind.
We both end up outside of Dumbledore's office. Harry doesn't wait and lets himself in. Dumbledore must have known we were approaching because he is waiting for us in his chair, his linen pyjamas looked well worn.
"Potter, Seraphine… what is the meaning of this?" Dumbledore asks demandingly. I gulp. Harry doesn't falter though.
"Sir, I had a dream, except it didn't feel like a dream…" I look at him puzzled, where is he going with this? Harry goes on to explain what he saw. It happened like a whirlwind. All the Weasley's were rushed off to see to their father. Apparently Harry was somehow linked to Voldemort. I shudder at the thought of being that close to a man so cruel, but then I remember that I'm his supposed daughter and then I feel like an idiot. Harry is whisked away by professor Snape and I'm left alone.
I stand in Dumbledore's office, I look up and see a battered old hat on the shelf. It's grubby and dusty looking but I didn't have to question why such an item was sitting perched on the shelf like that. It was the sorting hat. I walk over to it, the hat was just within my reach. Blast my petite height. My fingers grazed the malted fabric, I take a step back and reach for my wand. "Accio sorting hat." I say aloud, the hat zooms into my already sweating palms.
"Who goes there?" it says gruffly. "ah… Aria Seraphine… or should I say Riddle?" it asks me smugly.
"How did you know that?" I ask, taken aback slightly.
"Not much goes on in this office that I don't know about" it answers bluntly. I nod, I guess there isn't much to do when you spend 364 days sitting on a shelf.
"Can I wear you?" I ask politely.
"And why would you want to do that, you are already a proud Gryffindor." It says with a hint of pride in its tone.
"Because I'm not just a lion am I? My mother was a snake… I don't know what my father was…"
"Oh I think you do miss Seraphine." It interrupts.
"Nonetheless… I want to know… may I?"
"Of course." I smile and place it on my head. Silence ensues and I shudder despite the lack of any draft in the cosy office space. "Interesting… you have many commendable qualities. You're bravery is admirable, the nerve you possess is noteworthy. But your ambitiousness out ranks those, it shines like a beacon of light. You have the makings of a great leader. Self-preservation, cunning… it is all there, it would have to be… Slytherin!" it shouts. I gasp and snatch the hat off of my head.
I have two very split ways I'm thinking of taking this story. let me know what you think so far, what you think will happen and what you want to happen etc, it would really help, thank you