The Child of Dark and Light
Chapter 3
Slythedor
The train skidded to a stop with a loud squelching sound. I grabbed Shadow, and got off the train with the rest of the students. I looked across a very large lake to an even larger castle. ~So this is Hogwarts?~
"First years over here, first years!" a very large, hairy man yelled out, pointing the first years towards a bunch of boats floating on the bank behind him. Shadow looked pathetically at me and mewed, as I walked towards the boats. I wished I could talk to him, maybe calm him down a bit. I can talk to snakes, but not poor shadow.
All of the first years boarded the boats and we suddenly took off across the lake. When the boats docked near the caslte, we exited the boats, to be met by a very strict lady, who introduced herself, in a prim voice, as Professor McGonagall. She said we should follow, for we were to soon be sorted into one of the four great houses; Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.
After a bunch of speculation, by the other children, of how the sorting was to take place. Professor McGonagall then led us into a large room, filled with much older children, sitting at four different tables, before she started calling names off of a list. She said to do something with the weird, singing hat. Needless to say, I wasn't paying attention to what she was talking, I was thinking of all my good frinds, back in America, going to the Academy.
"Zeak...Zeak, Adonia!" Professor McGonagall called out really loudly.
"Huh? What?" I came out of my doze, to the laughter of the Great Hall, only to realize that the professor had been calling out my name for a while and that I was the last standing in what was the line to be sorted. I walked at a rather fast pace to the stool, and slammed the singing hat upon my head.
~Hello...this is so dumb, I mean what can a ha...~
Hello Miss Adonia
~Ack...who said that?~
I did, I'm the Sorting Hat. It's my job to sort you into a house, which if you had been paying attention, you would have heard my song and know this.
~Oh...well~
Well lets get going....hmmmm...It would seem that you enjoy being sly, sneaky, creating mayham and chaos, you are a little short tempered. You have a remarkable bloodline on both sides. You are also loyal to a fault, couragous, and noble. I think...
~Bloodline, my bloodline is nothing special, I mean, my parent's family haven't done anyth~
Don't interrupt me! Yes, I know where I should place you Gryffindor and Slytherin! When the hat shouted Gryffindor, the students at the Gryffindor table started yelling, but when they noticed the hat also shouted Slytherin, they all quited down. I started to giggle as I took the now amusing hat off and said rather loudly that I was put in "Slythdor!!" while I giggled some more in the silence.
After my Slythdor comment, a tall old man with silver hair and beard, stood up and told me to follow him. He also motioned for Professor McGonagall, who had picked up the hat in a sort of shock, and to a greasy haired man as well who sat at the same table.
Dumbledores POV
I was sitting down at the professors table with the rest of my colleges for the begining of term feast, when I felt somthing; the feeling of power, slowly coming towards the castle. I talked with the other professors and they concurred that the feeling we each felt was that of power. As we talked, Professor McGonagall led the first years in to the Hall with a weird look upon her face, and I knew why, for the feeling of power had just increased dramatically in the hall, meaning that one of the new students must be why.
As I looked up I found the source of the power, a small girl with very long, black hair and bright green eyes, characteristics I knew only too well. The name Riddle, ran through my mind, along with a picture of the young man the name went to, the man who's hair and eyes matched this young girl's, when he was young. But, if this child was indeed his daughter, she would also be the offspring of Alanna's.
I waited for what seemed forever to find out this girl's name, hoping that when she sat on the stool she would be near enough that I could find something of my granddaughter in this girl. Finally, Minerva called for the girl, Adonia Zeak, and after a couple of repetitions of the girl's name, the girl heard and came to the Sorting Hat to be sorted. I waited to see what house the girl would be put into, the girl who might just be my great granddaughter. After 10 minutes, of quite mumblings, the Sorting Hat shouted out Gryffindor, my relief that she was placed in my old house was quite short lived as the Hat also shouted Slytherin. After the girl took off the Hat, and turned to look at me, while giggling, and saying something under her breath, I realized that she was indeed my great granddaughter, for the face that looked back at me was the face of a younger Alanna.
Once the Great Hall quited down, I sent for the food, motioned for Flitwick to address the hall, then I asked the giggling Adonia, Minerva, and Severus to come to my office so that we can discuss what we should do with this unorthodox situation.