Thank you Reader AZ for telling me about Gellert, however this is fan fiction, I wanted him to come out of Gryffindor. But again, thanks, I didn't know that, must have missed it when I read the books, I was never very interested about Dumbledore's past.

Ivy only gave a cursory glance around when they entered what the Professor had called 'The Great Hall'. Was it her, or were some witches and wizards just…uncreative…when it came to naming things, because the Great Hall was indeed a giant hall with four long tables.

The Professor- she recalled the woman's name was McGonagall- began reading off a list of students.

A girl named Hermione Granger was placed in Gryffindor. A boy that Ivy thought could use a bit of confidence, was placed in Gryffindor, his name was Neville Longbottom.

Ron wound up in Gryffindor, and she gave him a smile, whilst he offered up a huge grin to her and his new house.

As soon as Ron was placed, Ivy turned her attention to the Professors. She thought it best to have an idea about them before going into their classes.

On the far left was a greasy haired male with pale skin and a long nose. Those features drew her to conclude that he was Severus Snape, a man Petunia had told her might help her. Petunia had asked her to deliver a message to the Professor, but it'd have to wait for now.

Next to him was a man with a purple turban, and faded robes. Her scar ached dully for a moment, before she threw up her Occlemency shields. Petunia had warned her that, from Lily's journal, that it was important. She'd made sure she'd gotten a few books on it in Diagon Alley. As it turned she was a natural Occlemens. It was simple for her to protect her mind. That teacher gave her a weird vibe, and she decided to be wary of him. He didn't seem right, seemed out of place in the Great Hall.

Next to him was a woman that looked in her mid twenties. She seemed like a nice woman if the kind and sweet smile on her face was anything to go by. But Ivy would wait to give judgment until she had met the woman.

Another woman sat next to her, looking a bit older, in her thirties or early forties maybe. She had a dreamy look about her that Ivy recalled seeing on a high school student who'd been smoking pot. Maybe she was a drug addict?

In the center of the table sat an old man with a long beard and brightly- and strangely- colored robes. Blue eyes twinkled behind half-moon spectacles. While he had the appearance of kindness, he oozed power. Power corrupted, and that made her wary of him.

On his right was an empty seat, and that's where she suspected McGonagall sat.

"Potter, Ivy." The woman called.

Ivy blinked, before pushing through the crowd and ignoring the whispers that had spread through out the hall at her name.

Sitting down, she felt the stern looking woman place the hat on her head.

'Ahh…such a bright mind. Potter? Yes I sorted both of your parents…' A thoughtful, slightly deep voice said flitting into her head.

'You are?' She asked back. 'And how did you get in my head?'

'I'm the Sorting Hat my dear, and no Occlemency can stop me.' He paused, and the voice gasped. 'Heir to two houses…Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Indeed strange…Ahh now I see, your mother was Ravenclaw's heiress and your father Slytherin's. Well, I see you have traits for all of the houses. You have the bravery and courage for Gryffindor, seeing as how you face your Uncle…Loyalty to you Aunt, seems you've taken a few beatings for her…Your brilliant, but you do not thirst for knowledge…Your cunning, you think and plan, and then act upon it. My dear, you can have your pick, but I do suggest Slytherin.'

Ivy paused. 'That's fine…maybe you could help me though?' She allowed him to see the memory of the redhead in her mindscape, 'I'm not sure what it was…'

He chuckled, 'Do not worry, it is a very good thing. I cannot tell you what it is, but I will give you this, you can trust Fred Weasley. Do not fight the connection you feel to him.'

The moment the hat had been placed on her head, most everyone in the hall was on the edge of their seats wondering where the Girl-Who-Lived would be placed.

But two redheads were whispering after casting a silent privacy charm. "The hell? I had a dream about a girl I never met, who exists, and it was Ivy bloody Potter!" Fred whispered frantically.

"Mate, this is weird. What do you think it means?" His twin whispered back.

"I dunno George…but it worries me." Both of them turned back to look at the black haired girl. She'd had the hat on her head for a solid twenty five minutes now.

"We'll figure it out, Gred. I promise." George told him, removing the charm he'd cast. He didn't like seeing his twin like this. He was really worried about what was going on.

Suddenly, the hat opened its mouth-or is it flap?- and shouted out. "SLYTHERIN!"

Shocked whispers flooded the hall, but Ivy simply plucked the hat from her head and sat it on the stool, giving the Scottish woman next to her a nod, before going to sit at the table with a blonde first year.

"Daphne Greengrass." The blonde offered up, smiling slightly.

"Ivy Potter."

"Blaise Zabini." The mocha skinned male said as he seated himself next to them, kissing the back of both girls hands, making them blush pink.

Ivy nodded tot hem both before looking across the hall at Ron, catching his eye and waving, smiling at him.

He grinned back, nodding to her.

The Hall went silent when the Headmaster stood. "Good Evening everyone. For those of you who don't know, I am Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster. I am happy to welcome everyone to, or back, to Hogwarts for another year. Now, before we eat, I have a few announcements to make." He told them, his voice loud, but not overly so. "The Forbidden Forest is, of course, Forbidden. All band items are on our caretaker, Filtch's door. And lastly, to those who do not wish for a painful death, the Third Corridor is off limits." With that, he clapped, and food appeared on the tables.

"Well…that's odd…" She shrugged, turning to her meal, while finishing her observations of the Professors.

Next to where McGonagall sat, to her right actually, was a woman with a rather…frazzled look about her. She had green robes that seemed to camouflage any dirt, but Ivy could see that she missed a spot on her cheek. She figured the teacher gardened a lot.

Next to her was a rather short fellow whom didn't have much hair on his head. His voice was a bit squeaky, but it fit him, so she wasn't about to laugh.

After catching the eye of Hagrid and nodding to him, she looked at the last person sitting at the Head Table. She was in the white robes and was a bit old. Maybe in her late fifties, early sixties. She had an air about her that just screamed ready-for-anything.

Ivy realized she had everyone down. Snape was the potions professor, if her mother's journal was anything to go by. McGonagall was the Transfiguration teacher and had taught her mother and father. She figured the woman with the green robes must be the Herbology professor. That left four positions.

Hagrid was the Grounds and Games Keeper, so that narrowed it down to three. Ivy sorted out that the woman at the far right end was probably the school's Healer (Something to keep in mind. It would help if she knew better how to direct her magic in healing herself without need of a wand, and she liked taking care of people…) So that got it down to Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms. Charms was taught by Filius Flitwick when her mother was here and he'd been short and balding, so he must be the man next to the Herbology professor. That left the turban wearing man as the professor of DADA.

Ivy wasn't to sure about that. He seemed afraid of his own shadow.

Severus Snape had been surprised the first time he saw the Potter girl. He'd expected to be reminded of James Potter right away, but instead he noted the only thing they had in similarity as far as appearances went was her black hair. She had Lily's bright blue-green eyes. (A/N I'll set up a link on my profile if you want the exact look of the eyes. They look pretty cool.)

It unnerved him. He expected to feel immediate hate for the eleven-year-old. Instead he was wondering over her. Part of him hoped she'd be arrogant, like her father and he could hate her. But the other part, slightly louder, hoped that she'd be more like Lily.

So when he entered the Slytherin Common room to introduce himself to the first years, imagine his surprise when he find's the girl scolding Draco Malfoy so thoroughly that he was actually looking at the ground with a sheepish blush.

"-it's rude and immature you idiot! You are no better than her, and if I find you called her that again, so help me…" She left it hanging with her glare, eyes glittering dangerously. "She maybe a muggleborn, but I'll have you know that my Mum was muggleborn, and she could have taken over Saint Mungos! Don't you use that word again, we clear Draco?" She asked.

"…Yes…" He muttered.

"Good! I won't make you apologize to Granger but don't do it again!" She turned on her heel and stormed away, sitting down with a huff next to Daphne, of whom was shaking her head slightly.

"Miss Potter, Mister Malfoy. Care to explain what's going on?" Snape asked, face a mask of indifference. He, due to his surprise at seeing the girl, had decided to with hold his judgment for now.

Ivy looked up, "Yes, Professor. Draco was bragging about calling the Gryffindor girl, Hermione Granger, a mudblood. My Aunt told me it's a horrid word. I told him off for it since the prefects had gone upstairs and weren't in the room." She said politely.

Snape narrowed his eyes, "Is this true, Mister Malfoy?"

"Yes." Came the blondes reply.

Snape almost gawked. Whatever Potter had said his Godson had him subdued and…apologetic. "Well, Miss Potter seems to have handled the situation rather well. Do not allow it to happen again, Mr. Malfoy, or it will be detention."

With that he turned to the rest of the assembled first years and spoke, "My name is Severus Snape, I am Head of Slytherin House and I'm the Potions Professor. We only have a few simple rules for this house. Your to keep any quarrels in the house, do not let it show to the other houses. We need to appear as a united front. Try your best in your studies and ask when help is needed. The older years or your peers will help, and I might as well if present. Do what you want, but don't get caught, even by me. If I catch you, you'll be punished accordingly. My door is always open to any of my Snakes. And your welcome to come and talk should you need it." He looked around the room, before finishing, "Curfew for all houses is at ten. Breakfast is held every morning at six to eight. Classes normally start at Eight fifteen."

He turned to leave before pausing. "And one last word of advice. Just because there is house rivalry, that doesn't mean you cannot be friends with a Gryffindor, Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff." He swept trough the portrait hole.

It was a second later that it opened behind him to reveal Ivy. "Professor Snape?" she called tentatively.

He turned his head, "Yes, Miss Potter?"

"My Aunt, she asked me to give you this. She asked me not to open it, but I already know what it's probably about. If you have any questions, just ask." She explained quietly, pressing the envelope into his palm before hurrying back into the Common room to find her Dorm room.

Blinking, Severus tucked the note into his robes and headed for his chambers.

Ivy sighed in relief when she learned that every Slytherin got their own room, but shared a bathroom with another. Ivy had a door on the right side of her room that led to a bathroom, that held a door on the other side that led to Daphne's room.

She sat on the bed in her night clothes, which consisted of her knickers and an overly large t-shirt Petunia had gotten her that said 'Try Me On For Size' in red against the black material. It was the only clothing she willingly had that was overly large. She couldn't stand the others- her cousin's hand-me-downs.

But their wasn't anything she could do about that.

With another sigh, she opted to look out the left wall. The entire wall was glass that was charmed to be unbreakable and didn't need cleaning. She could see the Mercity lights, and her last thought before she fell asleep was that it was really pretty.

Fred sighed as he watched his Head of House, Professor McGonagall give her welcome speech and the rule to stick together and that curfew was at ten and breakfast at six to eight. He could careless, what he wanted to know was more about Potter.

He wanted to know what the hell was going on, so imagine his confusion when a white owl pecked at the window next to his bed at around eleven pm.

As soon as he'd untied the note, the owl had nipped his fingers and left, not waiting for a reply.

He unfurled it and began to read it:

'Fred Weasley-

If you remember that night about a week ago, then your probably just as confused as me. You probably don't like the fact I'm in Slytherin either, but at the moment it doesn't matter.

During the time I was sorted the Sorting Hat saw that memory his advice was this: It's a good thing, to not fight that connection, and that I could trust you. Unfortunately he couldn't tell me what it was.

However I'm not a naturally trusting person…due to unwanted circumstances… If you wish to try and earn that trust, I do not mind. If your brother, Ron's, around tell him hi for me.

-Ivy Potter'

"What's that Gred?" George asked, coming up behind him.

"Read it yourself, it showed up about five minutes ago." Fred answered with a shrug.

His twin read it quickly over his shoulder, "Well, at least one thing is certain: If the Sorting Hat is saying not to worry about it, it can't be a bad thing. That old piece of clothe is pretty smart."

"I know, but I'm more…curious about how it happened and why, then anything else." Fred stated with a shrug, looking out the window.

"I think I'm going to look in the restricted section and see if I find anything." George said thoughtfully, picking up the Marauder's Map.

"Just be careful, Forge." His twin left. Interesting…