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Chapter 3

The sorting of the first years wasn't very eventful, except the fact that they sorted the students with a hat. In Salem, we each had to fill out a long, boring application before the professors decided which house we were in. I find that a better strategy than using an inanimate object that was brought to life with magic. After every first year was sorted into their houses, it was finally my turn. It was expected that I would be nervous, but I never felt this anxious before in my life. What if I was sorted into the same house as him? I would never be able to live with myself.

When the sorting hat was placed on my head, I felt my heart race wildly. I was much more confident in Salem.

Hm...let's see, you are an intelligent young woman, but...Ravenclaw is not the house for you. And Hufflepuff...no, you do not belong there. How about Gryffindor? You are brave enough...but your clever wit outshines all of your other characteristics. Gotta go with..."SLYTHERIN!"

My heart literally stopped. Slytherin? No, it can't be. Everything felt surreal, like my life was playing before me in slow motion. It wasn't until the thundering clapping of hands took over the whole room that I was shaken out of my reverie.

I was just about to shout "No!", when someone beat me to it. The blonde boy. That ferret.

"This is Slytherin we're talking about! Those with the purest blood! An American does NOT belong here," Draco Malfoy cried out, glaring at me.

What did I do? I never wanted to be in this house in the first place.

"Quiet!" Dumbledore ordered. "You will not talk about a fellow student like that. The sorting hat is never wrong. Alyssa belongs in Slytherin."

This time I was the one to protest.

"But Dumbledore, I-" I started when he interrupted me.

"Alyssa, Slytherin is the house in which you will flourish, the house that needs you the most," he explained.

"We do NOT need her!" the Malfoy boy yelled out.

"You of all people, Malfoy," Dumbledore stated quietly, "shouldn't be talking."

The Grand Hall was suddenly silent. Everyone stared at Draco Malfoy as a small blush started rising to his cheeks. Everyone knew what Dumbledore meant.

"She has NOTHING to do with the Malfoy boy, sir!" Harry screamed suddenly, breaking the silence. "They hate each other. What makes you think that sticking her with him will help?"

"All will be told in good time, Harry," the Headmaster said softly, "Be patient."

I could tell Harry wanted to argue, but was holding back. I had never seen somebody so angry. I didn't know what was up with him. We just met a few hours before. There was no way he could be so protective of me already. No, it was probably because he hated Malfoy's guts.

Since nobody said any more, I took that as my cue to leave the podium. I had no clue where to go. Even though a good portion of the Slytherin males clapped, I didn't feel welcome at their table. The Gryffindors most likely didn't want to talk to me and I knew none of the Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs. So instead of sitting down for the feast, I left. After all, I needed time to think about everything, especially Dumbledore's words to Draco and me. There was no way the Malfoy boy needed me. My earlier thought came back to me. Dumbledore must be crazy.

Haha...crazy Dumbledore...sounds so nice:) Review! It is what makes me happy!

Almost Forgot:

Disclaimer:

"Look, JK Rowling, can I just borrow Harry Potter for this one day?"

"No, you cannot, Harry Potter is my baby."

"I'll treat it like my baby too, if you'll let me."

"Sorry, but no."

See? I tried. But failed. Epically. Yo soy una forcasa epica:(