Thanks for reading this. Warning: some of the information I use(d) may be wrong so please don't get offended by my HP ignorance. ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own the series of Harry Potter, just the idea for this fanfic. Also, I am assuming of how the offspring of everyone's reactions so I have no idea how they really are.

Things went from bad to worse. Instead of being seen as the protagonist, I'm now seen as the bully of the year. I sighed after hearing the latest rumor of me beating up several trolls from Victorie, a Sixth Year and another cousin of Rose. Just how many more ridiculous rumors are going to spread?

"We have arrived at Hogwarts. Please be sure to be wearing your uniform."

Victorie got up and wished us luck. As she left, the obvious lustful stares from the boys (not her relatives of course) followed her. It's amazing how she hasn't turned conceited, really. I stretched before getting up. I left the room and took three steps before realizing Rose and Albus weren't following me. I returned back to our seats to see them both trembling.

"What's wrong? We better get off soon," I told them even though we all knew that no one would get in my way.

"C-c'mon, Albus. Stop shaking," Rose commanded. My droll face stared at her.

"Me?! What about you? At least my parents won't disown me if I end up in Slytherin!"

"Hey, hurry up! I think they're leaving!"

We scrambled out of there even though my lie was as obvious as one could get.

in the dining hall…

It was beautiful. Floating candles lit the room as the ceiling was an illusion of the night sky. The school was literally an enchanted castle.

There were four long tables, each with a different flag hanging over it. From left to right were Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor. Ahead of the group of incoming First Years were a group of adults and a hat on a stool. Odd. The eldest of the adults stood up. Her stance was that of a proud woman who was full of charisma.

"Welcome, new comers, to Hogwarts. I am the Headmistress, Professor McGonagall"And these are the teachers and staff members." She introduced every member but Albus was mumbling, "Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor!" that I couldn't hear. I peeked over at Rose. Even though she wasn't mumbling, I could tell she was equally nervous as she squeezed my hand like there was no tomorrow. Then singing erupted from where the teachers were.

Instead of paying attention to that, I turned to Rose and asked, "What is with you guys and getting into Gryffindor? Do they have the best rooms or something?"

I had no idea how important it was to the both of them until I saw their expressions.

"It's like good vs. evil!" Albus furiously whispered. "You wouldn't want to be with the slimy snakes over the proud griffins do you?!"

"I want to be with the rest of my family and friends, not with loathsome scum!" Wow. I think that was the closest of me hearing Rose swear.The singing stopped. I looked forward.

"And now, what we've been all waiting for," Professor McGonagall announced. "The Sorting!" The other years cheered happily.

Professor McGonagall pulled out a rolled of parchment. "When I read your name, you shall come forth and sit on the stool." She put on her rectangular spectacles and looked down.

"Scorpius Malfoy!" The familiar blonde head popped up about a yard ahead of us. As he approached the stool and turned, I saw a bruise the size of my fist on the left corner of his head. Guilt gripped me by the throat. He would have been seen as attractive if only his forehead wasn't swollen.

"Blood hell. You did quite a number on him, Sin!" Albus whispered excitedly.

"Shut up!" Just before Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on him, Scorpius's gaze met mine. His glare was enough to split hairs.

"Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat shouted. The Slytherin table cheered.

"No surprise there," Rose mumbled. I elbowed her, making sure my hair covered up my smile. She smiled back.

"Gary Williams!" The pudgy dirty blonde hair boy emerged. "Slytherin!"

"Aislin Green!" The curly black haired boy stepped forth. "Slytherin!"

The far left table cheered on more.

"When are they finally going to sort girls!" Rose said, frustrated.

"Careful what you wish for, Rose," I said mockingly. "Otherwise, you will be next."

"Balderdash." She slapped my arm. "Now I'm-"

"Rose Weasley!" My head turned to see her horrified expression.

"Hey, just relax and think of being a Gryffindor," I whispered as a gently pushed her forward. She took hesitant steps towards the stool. I shook my head. The way she was walking was like a criminal walking to the electric chair. When the hat was placed on top of her, it mumbled to itself. Rose shut her eyes so tightly it hurt to just look at her.

"Gryffindor!" Rose opened her eyes and sank in her seat. When Professor McGonagall took the hat off of her, she scampered happily to Victorie.

"Just you and me now," I whispered to Albus. He nodded.

"Ophira Stenton!" A blonde girl with tight curls emerged. When she turned around, I heard Albus take a sharp breath. I couldn't blame him. With her sea foam green eyes and angelic smile, she could compete with Victorie any day. But something bothered me. The gleam in her eyes… well, it just wasn't fitting to her sweet face. "Ravenclaw!"

Albus sighed. Uh, oh… Albus turned into a love-sick puppy.

"Albus Potter!" The whole room went silent and looked about the room. I gave Albus a sideways glance. He was frozen stiff with a horrified expression glued to his face. Well, Rose and Albus are definitely related.

"Just breathe and you'll make it," I gently pushed him. He didn't budge so I just pushed him harder and he stumbled until he reached the stool. When the hat was placed on him, he swallowed and inhaled. Again, the hat mumbled to Albus and turned his head towards the Slytherin table and then towards the Gryffindor table. Albus muttered something back and the hat shouted, "Gryffindor!"

The Gryffindor table cheered and Albus exhaled. He excitedly ran to Rose and sat down next to her. They both turned to look at me and gave me encouraging smiles. I gave them thumbs up.

"Sindy Adromeda!" Well, this is it. I don't even remember walking forward but somehow ended up sitting at the stool facing the entire school. Wow, this really was nerve racking! Professor McGonagall placed the hat on me. I could feel it smirking.

Ah, so we meet again, Child.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Ah, I see now. You've forgotten all now, haven't you?

"Well, seeing as I have no idea what you're talking about, yes, I have."

Now, the question is, where shall I put you? The hat turned my head towards the Slytherin table.

Perhaps I shall return you to where you once were.

"No!" The hat paused.

But why not? There you shall become great once again.

"I don't want to go there."

But why ever not? You were happy there before.

"If this is my second time going through this, do you really believe that I was happy with the end result?" Again the hat paused. Then it turned my head towards the Ravenclaw table.

Perhaps with your wit, you shall do the best there.

"Let me go to Gryffindor."

Hmm, just like the boy years before. Not even a "please?"

"You and I both know that I want to go to Gryffindor. We also know that when a person's happy, that's when a person does her best."

Hmmm, you have changed.

"What do you mean?" But that would be the end of our conversation.

"Gryffindor!" I drowned in relief as Professor McGonagall pulled the Sorting Hat off of me. As I was about to walk away, it whispered, "Good luck against it." What a weird comment to say to someone. I nearly ran to Rose and Albus.

"What were you doing for so long?" Victorie asked me as we all settled down. I looked at her.

"You were there for nearly ten minutes! That has got to be the longest sorting the hat has ever done!" exclaimed Rose.

"Really? It didn't seem that long to me..." I trailed off.

"Did you see Scorpius's face when your face turned to the Slytherin table!" Albus muttered eagerly. "He's so terrified, I'm sure he's wet himself!"I gave him an arched brow.

"No, seriously!" I shook my head. The back of my neck tingled. I turned around and saw Ophira staring at me with an odd gleam in her eyes as she drank from her golden goblet. Well, things were certainly going to bubble with her around, that's for sure.