Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter, though I do own Luna/Raven.
Chapter 3, That Damn Hat.
I enjoyed the sound of my feet hitting the ground as I walked around the magical castle. Using occlumency to close off the auras, and magical auras, I took a deep breath. I noticed that there were tons of amours, and moving portraits, that enjoyed to talk, gossip, and visit the other portraits. How bothersome.
I smiled as I found my way to an old, ancient, unused part of the castle. Dust covered everything in layers as thick as wool blankets. Snorting in disgust I focused magic into cleaning away some dust. The corridors dust vanished, and I smiled taking a deep breath. As I was walking down the corridor I realized that there were no portraits.
"How odd…" I murmured. All over the school were portraits, so why not here?
"Hello, young woman…come here…" I heard a hoarse voice whisper. I whipped around finding a portrait. I rolled my eyes and studied the man. He had grey skin, cracked lips, black eyes, brown hair. He also had an aristocratic look about him, I had to give him credit, he was handsome. Except the skin. His portrait was like the ones of the older days, back when language was different.
"Who are thee, sir?" I intoned politely, bowing slightly, as was proper. I used old language, I could tell this man was from the older days, also I could tell this man had been a pureblood. His poise, attitude, and posture told me so.
"I am Lord Dravenwood. Who might you be, m'lady?" Polite too, slightly smug tone. Overall, not so bad. He did not seem to hold as much pride as most of the pompous inbred pure-bloods had.
"I am Lady Luna, wise Lord Dravenwood. How are't thou this day?" I curtseyed. Lord Dravenwood smiled lazily. "I am well, Lady Luna. Art thou lost, young lady?" I shook my head, then remembered how to answer.
"No sir, thou hast caught me by surprise. Dost I privy enough to know where I be?" I inquired. I had not been paying attention to where I had been going, surely Sever- Snape, would never fine me?
"My lady, thou may find theeself in the corridor closest to the Easter Astronomy Tower. Might I enquire why a pretty lady such as thou self be down here? Surely, you know this corridor is unused?" He asked, with a slightly worried expression.
"Lord Dravenwood, I assure thee that thou hath no reason to worry. I am merely exploring the mighty castle, Hogwarts." He seemed to relax at my tone and smiled before bidding me goodbye with a bow. I giggled and bid him the proper goodbye with a curtsey.
I hummed happily as I explored for awhile. After a few hours I became worried that Snape had not found me and made my way to the entrance hall and then the place where I ate. By the time I arrived it was lunch, almost time for my sorting. I cracked open the doors and slithered in, the staff chatted idly and I noticed the hat. Pursing my lips, I noted how dirty the hat was. I scrunched my nose, and waited for the headmaster to arrive. It seemed that Professor Snape was missing too.
A few minutes later Professor Snape, and the Headmaster came through the doors looking worried. They stopped though once they saw me, and Dumbledore smiled, whilst Snape looked rather pissed, but I've heard he always looks like that. I schooled my expression, making it as innocent, and light as plausible.
"Good afternoon sirs. May we commence with the sorting, if I may ask?" I admit, I was a little excited. Nervous though, to an extent. I was reminded of my Auntie Clara's sorting, when I viewed it while I slept as a young child through a psychic vision, or whatever I should call it.
"Of course, Ms. Carroll." He motioned to the hat. I walked up but right before sticking the damn thing on my head I smiled radiantly at him, "Oh sir, please it's Luna." Then I jammed the stupid thing on my cranium.
Oh hello, I have not sorted somebody with abilities such as yours. The hat mentioned.
Yeah, I'm sure as hell one of a kind, I added dryly. The hat chuckled.
You are loyal, oh very loyal, yet not over-trusting. No Hufflepuff for you.
That's a relief, they sound like a brand of yellow marshmallows. I hate Marshmallows. I quipped.
Very intelligent, but you do not flaunt your knowledge, nor do you excessively study - most the time. A flaw many Ravenclaws seem to possess. Yet, you'd still flourish in the house. A good Ravenclaw you'd be. Let's see what else…
Yes, please do mess with my highly organized and functioning brain. I replied. Ravenclaw is okay, just no 'puffs.
Helga Hufflepuff was a very neat lady. Her house deserves proper respect. You are courageous, but not impulsively so. Yet, you have a survival instinct, congratulations, no Gryffindor.
Whoo, what a relief, I'm not one for stupid people, and ma~an those Gryffindorks can be fucking uncivilized.
You can be quite uncivilized as well, young lady. Yet you have much reason. A gift such as yours is also a curse. Now lets have a look. You are cunning, and very subtle. It seems you can be blunt but subtle as well, odd. You seem to know all about pure-blood workings. You are also a pureblood.
Wait - isn't my father a half-blood? Y'know Severus Snape…
No, that is a lie. The Snape line has been around for centuries, as have the Prince line. The Peverall line is ancient, one of the very first wizarding families. Like the Princes.
Holy shit…I'm a pure-blood. Wait till Auntie hears about them apples.
Very ambitious too, immortality eh? Obtained through vampirism…you wished to be bit.
Yes, I have plans that make it necessary to become all 'undead' and immortal for them to work. Well, it seems another interesting thing has come up…
As said previously, I'm one hell of a girl. So what's up?
You'd do well in all houses, and it seems that you are also Salazar, and Rowena's Heir.
Holy fuck…through which side of the family?
Through the Prince lines, Ravenclaw. Through the Peverall, Slytherin. Ironically, they were considered all 'light' witches and wizards.
Bullshit, I know for a fact that the Peverall's were a dark magic family.
As were the Snapes, young one.
Well you better finish sorting me.
Do not rush me!
Do not snap at me!
Fine, fine. You'd better be prepared, cause your father Is going to learn very soon of your heritage.
Please don't tell, Please.
"SLYTHERIN!" The hat shouted out loudly. I frowned and took off the hat, handing it to the Headmaster, the teachers looked surprised. Even Snape.
Go me, I thought weakly.