SO... Hello...

I am really sorry for the delay. I have no excuse, because the chapters are pre-written, have been read by my kinda half beta, and I only do minor editing just before posting. So really I was just lazy, and I'm really sorry and I am posting the three chapters I should have put up tonight.

If you see any mistakes, please point them out, and if you have any questions or comments those are most welcome too :)

Disclaimer: I am not JK. I do not own Harry Potter. But I do own this story and the characters.

-Quirkers

PS I changed the rating to M because of future ideas and I am scared of this being deleted of something..

When we got to the train station in Hogsmeade, we were greeted by a giant man, shouting "Firs' years! Firs' years this way!". He took us to a lake with loads of small boats lined up. I got into the first one I found, while I tried not to notice James and Fred frantically explaining something to Hagrid and pointing at me. Dom stood back a step or two, looking at her feet.

Hagrid managed to get the three into a boat, while trying to secretly steal glances at me. The boats lurched forward, and started moving towards the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

It was a large castle, lit up and twinkling. I couldn't believe it was a school. But then again, why not have a magical place for a magical school (cheesy cheese right there).

The boats finally stopped, and soon we were waiting outside a set of massive doors, with Professor Longbottom stood in front of us. He was explaining how would be sorted into the four houses. However, I was barely listening, because I was conscious of the fact that Fred and James were whispering to a small group of people, who began whispering to others.

"She's a Death Eater's daughter."

I was about to turn around and ask what a Death Eater even was, but we were called through the massive doors by Professor Longbottom.

The hall was amazing to. Its roof was like the night sky and there was thousands of floating candles. It was jaw-dropping. I kept my eyes on the ceiling, and accidentally knocked into someone when our group had stopped at the end of the aisle. It was only then I realised that there was four tables that ran the length of the halls, with a table for teachers at the top. It front of the teachers' table, there was a rickety old stool, with a ragged, and slightly singed, old pointed hat.

Suddenly, the seam of the hat ripped open, and it began to sing, of all things. It sand about the qualities that are prized in each house, and said each of the Founders of Hogwarts' names; Helga Hufflepuff, Rowena Ravenclaw, Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryfindor.

When it was finished its song, Professor Longbottom stepped forward, with a scroll of names in alphabetical order.

I waited. I didn't have to wait very long. My name came after Laura Branson's.

'Carrow, Aurora!'

The hall fell deathly silent. And I couldn't understand why. As I waked up to the rickety old stool and the singed hat, I saw shocked faces, and some angry faces. I had no idea what the problem was. Was it because I grew up as a Muggle? How did they know that anyway? Teddy hadn't.

Professor Longbottom placed the singed hat on my head. I just expected it to shout out a random house name, like it had the others. But now. It talked. IN MY HEAD.

'Hmmm, a Carrow? It's been awhile.'

To be fair, my reaction should have been expected. I stiffened, and grabbed onto the edges of the stool. I could feel my knuckles go white, but honestly, I was terrified. WHY WAS IT IN MY HEAD?

'Ah yes, that is part of the deal. If you want to find out where you belong, to must let me have a little...insight.'

I was freaking out internally. Thank God the hat didn't broadcast my thoughts.

'I can, if I wish. But in all honesty, I just want to finish the Sorting and be left alone. I have already begun composing next year's Sorting Song and I don't want to lose my train of thought.'

The Hat chuckled to itself, and I cracked a smile. I began to relax a little.

'There you go, now let's get on with it. From what I have gathered, you are neither cunning nor hold your self-interest above anything, so that rules out Slytherin. Congratulations on being the first Carrow in two centuries not in Slytherin. At the moment, I do not think you are courageous enough for Gryfindor, and that if I put you there, your life in Hogwarts would be tougher, especially after the incident on the train...'

I winced at the memory.

'...so that leaves Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. You have the qualities for both, but maybe Hufflepuff won't be able to accept you wholly... Well that means it must be RAVENCLAW!'

The Hat shouted to the hall. Everyone remained silent, refusing to clap as they had done previously. I put my head down and walked to the Ravenclaw table, feeling a rush of gratitude toward the giant Hagrid and the Headmistress, who both clapped, even if it was half-hearted.

I trained my eyes on the dark wood table in front of me, but I listened intensely. I tilted my head up minutely when I heard 'Potter, James!' being called. The whole hall watched eagerly, but the show was over before it even began. The hat barely touched James' head before it roared 'GRYFINDOR!'

The same happened with Fred and Dominique, except Dom's took about 40 seconds. But they were all placed in Gryfindor. And they were all greeted with a thunderous applause.

And it never changed. James, Fred and Dom were eternally loved by (most of) the school.

It was the opposite for me.