Double Trouble, Toil & Bubble

by Tig-sama

First Book of the Potterverse Series. I learned of my past life, and while only pieces of memories come to me it still affects my current life. How do I live life with this knowledge? What do I do about the politics of my bloodline? Will the history of my father's side of the family affects my school life.

4. First Year: Sorting

"Sagitta Black."

Taking a deep breath, she climbed the steps up the stool. A stool where the legendary Sorting Hat awaited her arrival. It would choose her house, whichever one it felt she best suited. Honestly, she didn't know which house she would best fit in.

Hufflepuff gave her strange feelings.

Ravenclaw was for smarts, whilst she carried smarts, she didn't feel connected to it.

Gryffindor made her ponder greatly on whether or not to join, but most of all, her Great-Aunt might disapprove. She wasn't too sure.

Slytherin...was a place all Blacks went to.

Slipping onto the stool, she felt the Professor place the hat upon her head gently. "Aah, a Black. It has been sometime since I last sorted you, the last one held potential." the hat seemed to speak.

She could feel it shifting upon her head.

"You've no choices? Child, you have many choices." it all but whispered throughout her head and ears.

It stopped, seemingly listening to her thoughts. Was it? "You could never match well with Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw couldn't be further from your type of smarts, but...Gryffindor might be wise, you could grow upon your bravery. Perhaps, the longing for friends could even be answered. Then there's Slytherin. Follow in your family's footsteps, amounting to the influence of your father." The hat seemed to muse over the options, listing the pros and cons.

Father?

"The choice is...Slytherin!'

Sagitta breathed a little, feeling she had been holding her breath whilst awaiting the answer. She was both relieved and a bit disappointed. Somewhere in her mind, the thought of joining Gryffindor sounded nicer than Slytherin.

As the Slytherin table cheered, she made her way to them, they clapped and invited her over to be seated with other first years. A few second years introduced themselves,

"Adrian Pucey. Second year." He spoke, an inviting grin on his face as he sat next to the young girl. His dark hair not nearly as deep as hers, and his offsetting green eyes made contact with her grey-blues.

"You're Sagitta Black, correct?" he asked.

She nodded, doing her best to cover up the nervousness she felt. Adrian nodded as he grinned, "I'll show you the ropes around here, all of us second or third years pick a first year to mentor, it's a Slytherin tradition." he explained, his demeanor rather open, polite.

The opposite of what she expected.