Potter was in a bit of a daze throughout the whole sorting, until he noticed professor McGonagall stutter on a name. "E-eliza- Elizabetha!?" Since when did she stutt- oh merlin. She did come.
There, walking calmly up to the stool, was the girl from yesterday. In a charcoal skirt and black robe, hair in the same curls but now in a ponytail, she sat down on the sorting stool, looking like some beautiful, young, serene queen. Of raging insanity and charming oddness. He didn't miss the shudder Mcgonagall had before she slowly lowered the hat onto the girls head.
What followed, was a long time.
A really long time.
When he was pretty sure they had already passed even his time under the hat, he chanced a look over at the Slytherin table, at Draco Malfoy. To his surprise, the white blonde looked almost concerned. Worrying about one of his pets, I bet. He looked back just in time to hear the hat announce... "Put her wherever this Dragonfly person is, I don't know! It's too confusing! Just get me off this twisted person's head!" Said person, Elizabetha it seemed was her name, looked quite pleased with herself as she shoved the hat into the female professors shaking hands and happily bolted towards Draco, who had a surprisingly happy look on his face.
Suddenly, instead of thinking his usual about Slytherins, that they were sly jerks, he thought: By the four founders she's crazy. I am so sorry Malfoy. To which he immediately berated himself and turned to watch the last couple of first years be sorted. Their sortings all paled in comparison to that girl's.
Elizabetha walked between Draco and another boy with dark skin and close cut hair named Blaise through the chilly dungeons, feeling instantly at home among the rough walls and cold air. A far bit behind them trailed two more boys with thuggish faces, muttering to each other. Crabbe and Goyle, Draco had said.
"So, Elizabetha-" Blaise began, before she cut in. "Please, call me Lizzy, both of you." She told him, and they both gave her a short nod before Blaise rumbled on. "So, Lizzy, where're you from?" He said her name like he was tasting it. Draco looked at her curiously, and she recalled that she had never told him yesterday.
"Oh, Azkaban." They froze, but she kept walking.
"Are- Are you joking?" Blaise finally choked out behind her. Draco still looked like a thestral had run him over.
"No, not at all. My mother gave birth there, and I was raised by visiting Aurors, prisoners, and dementors. That's why I know your aunt." She turned and told Draco, before walking closer. "She's absolutely nuts, but she's not as bad as some. Mrs. Crouch was bonkers before she died." Elizabetha hardly remembered the woman, but she did remember her hysterical laughing and rants about her precious son. "Are you alright, Dragonfly?" She asked, and he looked up at her with a white face.
"You- You've been living in Azkaban your whole life?" She nodded. Then, to her surprise, his face lit up. "I cannot wait to rub this in Potter's face. I got to you first!" Oh. So he's already plotting how to use me in revenge... what an interesting guy.
Elizabetha grinned. "Bellatrix would be proud. Then resume screaming about Voldy-what's-his-face, but she'd be proud nonetheless."
Draco smiled back, and Blaise shook his head in an exasperated fashion. "Thank you, Lizzy."
"Mm, yeah, no problem... Bella liked screaming about Voldy-what's-his-face... Do you have any idea who he is?" Draco froze.
"You don't know who-" Draco paused and cast a quick look around, before continuing in a quieter tone. "Voldemort is?"
"Not a clue, aside from what Bella told me, and she wasn't really the most clarifying." As she spoke they reached what seemed to ELizabetha to be a blank wall,
"...Um...How do I explain this... Okay, yeah. You see, Lizzy, about fifty years ago there was a-"
Minerva rushed up the moving stairs, moving past groups of students without so much as a how-do-you-do on her way to the headmasters office. Does he even know? She though frantically as she arrived at the statue. It obediently moved away and she rushed up more stairs. Hogwarts had so many stairs, it was amazing that anyone, student and teacher alike, could retain even the slightest bit of body fat.
Minerva had thought that maybe Hogwarts was joking when she made the acceptance letter. Or really, hoped. Now, though, the woman had began to doubt that. After all, she now had a student who had manages to scare even the sorting hat, and whom had apparently been in Azkaban prison up until now for some reason, and no explanation she could come up with sounded good.
Maybe she's related to an Auror and had tagged along there at the time the letter was set to arrive... no, that would mean that even at her age, she's trusted into the prison, and that doesn't bode well for anyone.
Is she a prisoner? A very young one? Minerva certainly hoped not.
Maybe she was visiting at the time? ...Does Azkaban allow visitors? Minerva didn't know. And even if it did, that could mean that Elizabetha was related to any number of death eaters, vampires, or other dangerous individuals.
The grey haired witch burst into Dumbledore's office, making the wizard look up from his desk with twinkling blue eyes. "Why, Minerva, I didn- Is something wrong?" He asked, his voice adopting a concerned tone as he gestured to the heavy wooden chair in front of his desk.
"Yes, there certainly is." She proclaimed as she sat. She knew her hat had been knocked crooked on her way up, and she straightened it as she continued. "I would like to talk to you about a new student. The Slytherin, Elizabetha, to be exact." A grim look replaced the headmasters previously curious one, and he nodded gravely.
"Yes, she concerns me too. The sorting hat's reaction to her was very disturbing." In all the years he had been here, never had the hat yelled to be taken off a head due to confusion. And it had sat upon the heads of several dark lords. "Any thoughts why it reacted like that?" He asked and was pleasantly surprised when Minerva nodded. The short rise of happiness quickly dissipated.
"I think so. Her acceptance letter was addressed to Azkaban prison." She watched as Dumbledore's eyes grew wide for a moment before he shook his head.
"Are you sure?" She nodded.
"Then I'll look into it further. For now, I suggest you go watch over your students. Just keep an eye on her." Minerva nodded and stood, going from his quarters in a slight rustle of fabric and a swirl of cloak that was nowhere near as dramatic as Severus's.
She missed Dumbedore muttering about "Damn crazy Brinks."
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Again, GreyElsewhere, thank you! I'll try to take your advice, and write accordingly. Also, just a weird thing, but can I say I love your name? I chose our name because this way it had a part of both of our names, but it ended up sounding kind of weird... Also, in case anyone actually cares, I won't be writing for several days, because I'll be busy. Anyhow, that's it! Thank you for reading this rubbish I write, and have a nice week! Byeeeeeee!