Chapter 2
After the long flight to England, I was suffering from jet lag, but all Aunt Mariah wanted to do was go sight seeing to Big Ben and all the other places I didn't care about. So, I spent my first day in London listening to Kiera go on, and on about how amazing Hogwart's was. Aunt Mariah decided that we would go shopping for my supplies tomorrow. My parents hadn't sent me with much money, just enough for my supplies and 20 galleons to spend "wisely". I was glad that they'd decided to get me my own owl. It was there idea of a piece offering, but I gladly took it.
Kiera said I was the first person to ever start Hogwart's later than 11 years old. Obviously, I wasn't starting at 1st year, I'd be in 5th year, but I felt like everyone would be ahead of me anyway. Kiera had filled me in on the basics of Hogwart's, like the four houses, the headmistress, and so on.
"1st years are sorted with the sorting hat. During the feast they stand at the front of the Great Hall. A teacher puts the hat on their head and it yells out the house they're in. Then they sit with their house." She told me.
"Am I going to be sorted that way?" I asked nervously.
"No, Professor McGonagall sent Mum a letter saying you could come in the day before to be sorted privately."
That was a relief. I'd been worried that I'd have to stand up there with all the little 11 year-olds like an idiot.
Kiera was in Hufflepuff. She told me that family members were almost always in the same house. I honestly didn't want to be in the same house as her, if she was any indication of the people in that house, Out of all the houses, I wanted to be in Ravenclaw or maybe Gryffindor. I could have probably survived Slytherin, but I didn't want to try.
When we went to buy my supplies I picked out an owl. He was a tawny owl, plain and simple, with a plain and simple name: Dean. My old school hadn't required robes, so I had to be measured for my new set. While I was there I was getting lots of funny looks from little kids who looked like they were getting their first set of robes. I assumed they thought I looked too old to be buying my first set of robes. While I was being measured Aunt Mariah and Kiera went wait in The Leaky Cauldron.
While I was walking to meet Aunt Mariah and Kiera, out of the corner of my eye I saw a boy who looked about my age standing in front of Flourish and Blott's. He had bright red hair and was very tall and thin. As I walked closer I noticed he had freckles sprinkled across his nose. He caught me looking at him and I felt my heart give a little flutter. I shyly looked away and nearly walked into a man in front of me causing me to drop the package holding my new robes. He started to walk over when a man walked out of Flourish and Blott's who looked almost identical to him. I took that as a way to go unnoticed, but I couldn't help look back at him. As I did he looked back with a crooked smile while his father (I assumed) continued to talk to him. My heart nearly skipped a beat.
As I walked into The Leaky Cauldron I realized that I would most likely see him at Hogwart's and that I most definitely would fall for him. Just after I found the table Kiera was sitting at he walked in with his father, a woman I assumed was his mother, and a girl who also looked our age with the same coloured hair as the boy and emerald green eyes that looked vaguely familiar.
"Who're you staring at?" Kiera asked me.
I quickly turned my head but she'd already seen.
"Those are the Weasley's and Lily Potter."
"That was why the eyes were so familiar!" I said to my self.
"Yah, she's Harry Potter's daughter, the boy is Hugo Weasley, that's his dad Ron and his mum Hermione." Kiera said absent-mindedly.
"Hugo and Lily look a lot a like." I said questioningly.
"They should," Kiera said "They're cousins."
Once again, Hugo caught my eye and my heart fluttered again, but I didn't look away. His eyes were questioning and he looked like he was going to come over when Aunt Mariah came over telling us it was time to go.
As we were leaving I asked Kiera what house Hugo was in.
"He's in Gryffindor, so is Lily, so don't count on getting in the same house as him." She said smugly. I was even more desperate not to be in Hufflepuff.
Aunt Mariah was going to apparate me to Hogsmeade and then we would walk up to Hogwarts together. I would meet the headmistress and be sorted. I was nervous that morning. I was so nervous that I was dressed in my robes when I came downstairs. Aunt Mariah gave me a sympathetic look when I realized that I didn't to be wearing robes and offered to help me choose something to wear. I gratefully took her advice. Kiera was going to Diagon Alley with some friends, so she wasn't coming to my sorting. I was glad. It saved me from an I-told-you-so when I was sorted into Hufflepuff.
As we arrived in Hogsmeade, my stomach started twisting into knots. When the looming castle doors appeared I started sweating a cold, nervous sweat. Either Aunt Mariah didn't notice or she was too polite to mention it. As walked in a teacher, I assumed, greeted us.
"Welcome to Hogwart's! My name is Professor Longbottom I'll show you to the headmistress' study." When we got to the Great Hall Aunt Mariah went in, leaving me and Professor Longbottom alone. He asked me about my old school. When he asked me what my favourite subject was, I immediately said Care of Magical Creatures. Before he could continue asking questions we stopped at a statue of a gryphon.
"Phoenix" he said.
The gryphon spiralled up into a staircase.
"Your Aunt will be waiting here for you when you are finished." Professor Longbottom told me.
I cautiously stepped onto the first stair, I'd heard of Hogwart's magical moving stairs. The stair stayed put. At the top of the stairs there was a door. I knocked on it, feeling my stomach twist and turn. A voice that sounded wise and firm told me "Enter". I cautiously opened the door and walked through.
A woman, whose firm, yet kind face smiled at me, faced me holding a withered, old pointed hat.
"Good Morning, Christina. I am Professor McGonagall. This morning you will be sorted into the house you will be in for the duration of your time at Hogwart's."
She paused as I moved forward, studying the many moving portraits in the room.
"I normally would have sorted you along with the 1st years, but a former student of mine convinced me that it would be best for you to be sorted separately. She assumed it would make the transition here less stressful and embarrassing for you."
"Th-thank you." I stammered, not used to such thought being put towards myself.
"I assume your cousin and aunt have informed you of how you are sorted here at Hogwart's?" Professor McGonagall asked me.
Yes, they did." I answered.
"Well then, let's begin, shall we?
I moved forward so Professor McGonagall could place the hat on my head. I jumped, as the hat began to speak.
"Well, well, well… quite a mind we have here… you would fit right in, in Ravenclaw, but you could also be a wonderful Gryffindor, What do you think?" The hat said.
I immediately thought Gryffindor. I looked at Professor McGonagall, waiting for her response. Suddenly, the hat spoke again.
"Well then, it'll be… GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted enthusiastically.
"Ah," Professor McGonagall sighed. "That was my house as well." She said with a far away look in her eyes and a fond grin on her face.
'I hope you enjoy the rest of your summer. I will see you in September." She said.
And with that the door opened behind me. I hurried a goodbye to Professor McGonagall and very nearly skipped down the stairs. As I got to the bottom of the stairs Aunt Mariah and Professor Longbottom were waiting for me.
"Well you look happy!" Aunt Mariah exclaimed. "Which house?"
"Gryffindor!" I said with excitement.
"Congratulations!" Professor Longbottom said.
"Thank you, Professor." I said shyly.
"Well we best be going," Aunt Mariah said.
As we left Hogwart's I looked back at the massive door. I no longer felt nervous looking at it. All I could feel was excitement.
A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. It finally got a lot more "Harry Potter!" Please Comment on what you would like to see in future chapters!