Ok so I know it's been a LONG time but I was grounded and had writers block and school's been hectic. But I realised how long it's been when I realised my birthday's coming up and I'd hoped to have finished writing the first year.

Chapter 3: The Sorting

"I think I can tell the right sort for myself, thanks."

Kara coughed "rejected" at Draco. He whipped round and glared. She smirked.

"We'll now proceed to the Great Hall for sorting, in a few minutes." Mcgonagall interrupted.

"you will be sorted into one of four houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Slytherin."

Kara noticed how she didn't say "Slytherin" with any sort of malice or disgust, which was surprising, her being the head of Gryffindor. Mcgonagall continued.

"Each of these houses have their own noble history. During you time at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn you house points and any rule breaking will loose them."

She left them to chat amongst themselves.

Kara heard gasps of surprise when a few ghosts floated through the floor. She recognised a few of them one of them being the Fat Friar, resident ghost of Hufflepuff. And heard mentions of 'Peeves' which she realised was the "horrific miscreant" her parents had warned her about. She heard a sharp clearing of Mcgonagall's throat.

"Move along now, the Sorting Ceremony is about to start." The Professor told the first years

"Now form a line, and follow me" Mcgonagall lead them through to the Great Halls.

Kara stepped into the hall and looked around. She saw thousands of eyes staring at her and her fellow first years cowering slightly under the intense stares, but she held her head up and walked with confidence into the hall. She looked up to the ceiling, know of it's enchantment and felt slightly homesick. She had the same enchantment on the ceiling of her bedroom, so she could star gaze in the warmth. She heard a girl with extremely frizzy hair comment on it.

"It's bewitched to look like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts, A History"

Kara scoffed and turned to Draco. Know-it-all she mouthed. He smirked and did a rather cruel impression of the girl. Unfortunately, Kara stilled laughed but managed to stop before she reached the front of the room.

At the front of the room was the Teacher's table. She saw many teachers some of which she recognised. On the left she saw Professor Snape, a talented and respected potioneer, and Professor Quirrel, a complete imbecile, in her so humble opinion. On the right She saw Hagrid standing behind some teachers. In the centre She saw Dumbledore seated on a sort of golden throne. In front of Dumbledore she saw a stool with a dusty old hat sitting on it. She knew this was the Sorting Hat, but her family had never told what precisely it did. Suddenly through a crease in the fabric it began to sing.

"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than 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 will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've 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 folks 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 entire hall burst into applaud. Kara looked over at Harry and Ron and saw Ron whisper something to Harry. They both laughed and suddenly Kara wished she was closer to them. She had the sinking feeling that she might be always be the odd one out, whether because she was the only girl or because she was (probably going to be) in Slytherin. To be honest she wasn't really listening to the sorting until it got to Granger, Hermione which was the know-it-all. She was eventually sorted into Gryffindor. She zoned out until it came to Malfoy, Draco who didn't even have the hat touch his hair before it screamed Slytherin. Next it was Mauve,Caroline she walked up with faux confidence. She slowly sat on the stool and watched in hidden fear as the hat was placed on her head.

Hmm... very curious. I haven't seen anyone like this in a long time. Slytherin to the core yet with a shade of Gryffindor that constantly shines through. You're kind and loyal to your friends, yet cold and unforgiving to your enemies. There's only one place for you...

"Slytherin!"