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Chapter Two
Professor McGonagall led a line of first years into the Great Hall carrying a battered old wizard's hat. The Great Hall was stunning, with candles floating gently in the air, and with golden goblets and plates lining each and every table. And if one looked up, they could see a bold black ceiling dotted with billions of stars. The first years were all awed, but were more surprised when the old hat Professor McGonagall placed on the stool began to sing. (Insert song I don't want to make up here).
After the song, Professor McGonagall began to call up students so she could place the ancient hat on their heads. After a short period of time, the hat would call out a house, be it Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin.
Soon, Professor McGonagall had begun to Ss.
'Seawall, Anne' called Professor McGonagall. 'GRYFFINDOR' screamed the Sorting Hat.
There was a thunderous roar of clapping, which slowly died down. All the Hogwarts students looked up to the very flustered looking professor. '
Snape, Satirev' whispered Professor McGonagall.
All of the Hogwarts students gasped in shock, and looked up to their Professor Snape. There was a deafening silence, until Satirev started walking toward the Sorting Hat. Both Satirev and Professor Snape wore identical smirks, and looked extremely smug. When she reached the stool and placed the hat on her head, it took less than a second before it declared 'SLYTERIN'. When Satirev stood up, she glanced at Professor Snape, who gave her a small nod, before walking over to the Slytherin table. Though it was only the Slytherins clapping, the noise was earsplitting, as the Sytherins were obviously trying to get into their Head-of House's good graces.
-…Meanwhile…-
The Golden Trio was holding a heated discussion, and therefore missed the rest of the Sorting.
"I can't believe it! We were talking to the greasy old git's daughter, and we didn't even know it!' Harry was furious, and steam was practically coming out of his ears.
You're just making assumptions; we don't know that Satirev is Snape's daughter for sure." soothed Hermione, though it didn't seem as if she believed what she was saying.
"Make assumptions? I'm CERTAIN she's the old bat's daughter. Did you see that smirk? It was identical!" argued Ron, starting to turn red.
"Notice the way she looked at him after she was Sorted? Definitely looking for approval," Harry pointed out, remembering his time at the Dursleys.
"'Sides, no one decent would lie like that. She said she wanted to go to Ravenclaw, yet she gets put into slimy Slytherin and seems satisfied," Ron mentioned.
"She could just be trying to win his approval with this. Or she might have known it was useless. Remember how she said that she probably wouldn't be put there…" countered Hermione, musing.
"Ya, probably won't be put there because she didn't want to!" said Ron, rather annoyed.
"I think she knew that Snape would have forced her into Slytherin no matter what, and was simply trying to make it easier for herself." Hermione declared, quite certain of herself.
"Which side are you on? Slytherin or Gryffindor?" asked Ron, furious and annoyed. "All Slytherins are gits, anyways."
"Hermione has a point. She might have been forced. We all know Snape if a git, but I'm not sure about Satirev. She seemed nice enough on the Hogwarts Express. You can't judge everyone just by their house." put in the thoughtful Harry.
"I can't believe you two, choosing the daughter of the old bat before you best mate!" said Ron, enraged.
"Ron calm down. Harry's right. Being a Slytherin doesn't automatically make someone a bad person. Sirius Black was a Gryffindor and he joined Voldemort. Give Satirev a chance," Hermione pleaded with Ron.
"I can't believe you two! Siding with a Slytherin!" Ron became furious and stomps away.
"Oh, now we've done it. We better follow him out and calm him down. We mustn't talk about this anymore today." Harry became worried and goes after Ron, dragging Hermione along.
-…Meanwhile…-
"Oh, Saytie! You can sit here." said Draco, moving aside.
"I definitely got a louder applause than anyone else," reported Satirev prouldly, with laughing eyes.
"Oh really? I'm quite certain my applause was much louder. Ask anyone Third Year and above about it," Draco challenged.
"Sure, I'll do just that," announced Satirev.
"Excuse me, but may I ask you whether I had a louder Sorting applause or Draco had a louder Sorting applause," asked Satirev to boy across her, who looked as if he was in his third or fourth year. The boy looked worried…no… anguished. He wanted to anger neither the Malfoy heir nor the daughter of his Head-of-House. If either were to complain to their fathers, his life would be in ruin. He decided to stall for time.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhh…" he started, dumbly.
Malfoy or Snape? Snape or Malfoy? His mind was in turmoil. It I anger Draco, his father could ruin my parents and spread hateful rumors. If I angered Satirev, Professor would embarrass me in front of everyone and destroy my reputation. To save themselves, my friends would abandon me and I would be treated like an outcast. Without connections, my future would be in shambles. He wanted to cry! Stop it!he told himself. Think like a Slytherin. Find a way to get out of answering the question or answer in a way that would please both Malfoy and Snape. Think!
"Saytie, stop scaring you housemates!" Draco playfully scolded.
"Me? Scare my housemates? I think not. This was most definitely your idea….see... No denial!"
Draco and Satirev were deeply involved in their mock-fight and failed to notice the relieved expression on the face of their victim.
Author's Note
I do not care how others pronounce my names, but for me:
Satirev sounds like Say-tear- eve (connect tear and eve to that eve sounds more like reve. I didn't put reve in because I thought it would be easier to get people to understand what I mean when I use actual words)
Saytie sounds like Say-tea.
To those who noticed that I changed quite a lot of the fic, I got some ideas from other readers, and so this is what it became, any other ideas?