12/27/10
I'm back! I'm in a hotel in San Diego right now and it's pouring out here. Well, anyways, here's Chapter Eight!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the songs that may be used in this story.
Onwards!
September 1st, 1991
I stared openmouthed at the ceiling as I entered the Great Hall. It imitated the rainy sky outside. Well-lit candles suspended in the air, as if someone had used magic to levitate the candles, which was probably true. Students sitting at four tables looked at us expectantly, wondering who would be in which house.
After a long boat ride to here, I was quite cold in my robes and regular clothes, but the minute I had stepped in, I was filled with indescribable warmth from head to toe. My red-black hair had fallen in wet curled strands around my shoulders.
Thirty minutes later, they were starting to sort the Ps. So far, Hermione was sorted into Gryffindor, although I thought that she would end up in Ravenclaw at first. Neville, the nervous boy I had met later, was also in Gryffindor. Poor limping Draco, however, was sorted in Slytherin, just like I heard him bragging to two other boys who also became Slytherins. I was glad when I heard the Hat scream his House name. From what I heard from Hagrid about Slytherin, I was very sure that I would never end up in that House.
"Mary Potter!"
I snapped out of my reverie just in time to see Harry go to the Gryffindor table. Like parents, like son, and hopefully daughter too. I stepped up to the stool and a wave of whispers started. I heard a couple of wolf-whistles which was just plain weird, especially since Malfoy was one of them.
After the hat plopped down over my eyes, I heard a voice say, "Hmm, another one? Well, which one will it be? Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin? I recommend Slytherin the most with your powers. Or maybe you will be just like your brother and choose Gryffindor."
"Please don't make me end up with Malferret," I mentally whispered.
"If you say so," the Hat mumbled. "Then I say you best end up in GRYFFINDOR!"
I tore the Hat off and gave it back to Professor McGonagall right when ther Gryffindor table erupted in cheers. I ran towards it with a bright smile on my face that lit up the whole room. When I glanced back at the Slytherin table, Malfoy was sulking, which made me happier.
I plopped in between Hermione and Harry and said, "I hope Ron gets in this House, don't you guys?"
"So, it's Double Potter Time, is it?" asked George, leaning in slightly. "Another set of twins."
"Yes, it is," I spoke back, and with bravery and maliciousness, "And you better apologize to Ron about that fake spell or else you might as well be limping like Draco Malfoy over there. And you too Fred, if you know what's good for you."
"You're kidding, aren't you?" Fred laughed weakly. "You're only a first year. You can't beat up two third years with your size."
"Ron, Hermione, and Harry were my witnesses," I spoke with conviction. "If Malfoy has a bigger ego than you two, then I believe that I can take you two down."
George inched away from the girl he was sitting next to right when Ron was declared a Gryffindor, just like his family. This was going to get interesting.
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~Annabelle4.0