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Chapter 7:
A young girl of only eleven summers old gracefully strolled through the ancient hallways with determination set in her striking emerald gaze. Her long endless black curls were pulled up in cute pigtails with white ribbons holding them in place. Her high end beautifully crafted silk lace Hogwarts uniform primed to perfection, from her black shoes with white nylons to the collar of her blouse where her teardrop pearl necklace rested.
As the young girl approached the group of nervous first years standing by the Great Hall entrance, not a single soul noticed her presence. Not that she wanted anyone to notice her at all anyways. No. She had something much better in mind, a little patience was needed in her plan, but the wait would be well worth it.
She broke out of her thoughts though, when the sound of a loud argument on the verge of a fight reached the delicate ears of the young maiden. The twin beautiful emerald eyes quickly found the culprits of the loud disturbance that was dramatically worsening.
A pale blonde boy with the aura of a pureblood supremest, had his nose scrunched up in disgust while looking down on the enemy side of the argument. A majority of the pureblood population amongst the students clearly were on the side of the blond boy. Two large boys built with either muscle or fat (although if she had to choose, fat would be the more likely candidate) and what seemed to be a lower than average intelligence level flanked the blonde boy's side like bodyguards. Off to the left side of the blonde boy, stood a young girl with a pug like face and a sneer that twisted her features in a way that would be considered far from attractive. On the right side, stood a fairly attractive young boy with obvious Italian heritage and a expressionless mask firmly on his handsome face. The rest sat off to the side, not completely engaging but not completely excluding themselves. They watched from their spots with calculating gazes, expressionless masks, disgust, or with superior sneers but continued to look on carefully and quietly.
On the opposite side of the argument stood a boy with red hair and brown eyes that she knew all too well. His face red and twisted in fury glared on the side of the supposed enemy of the argument. Onto his left, a gangly red head with freckles standing out dramatically against his pale skin became even more prominent as he turned red, giving in to the red haze of his hatred and anger. On the right was a girl with bushy hair and bucked teeth stood with her hands on her hips as well as her nose slightly in the air. Behind the trio, just like the opponent but slightly different as well, the supporters heavily engaged in the argument.
What caught her attention though, was not the pathetic childish feud happening a few feet away from the young maiden, but a boy clutching his toad tightly to his chest looking at the argument with innocent unprejudiced eyes. Silently, she maneuvered a short distance through the onlooking groupies to the innocent boy with his toad.
The girl noted how the young boy's eyes widened with panic and shyness. She halted within a conversation distance of the boy and smiled warmly. Her eyes glittering in the lights with warmth she was known for by her beloved people. Her smile became amused when the boy blushed harder at her flawless smile.
"Hello." She softly greeted. The boy looked up in surprise but gave back a shaky smile in return.
"H-Hello." He whispered fiddling around nervously with either his robes or toad.
"What is your name?" Tilting her head slightly to the side curiously not unlike a curious kitten.
"My name is N-Neville L-Longbottom." Neville stuttered with curious shy eyes, "W-What is your name?"
She inwardly smiled at the young stuttering boy. Just as she was about to give her response, the Great Hall entrance doors opened to reveal a woman known as Professor McGonagall. As soon as the Professor's presence became known, any sign of a dispute had disappeared, leaving no trace of the on coming violence between the two parties.
"We're ready for you." With that Professor McGonagall turned swiftly and headed down the Great Hall.
The young maiden waited beside Neville until the main culprits for the almost fight entered through the entrance doors. She grabbed Nevill's wrist, dragging him along to catch up with the rest of the first years. From afar the young girl looking like a tiny nymph, effortlessly dancing through the crowd of new Hogwarts students, dragging a shy boy behind her like she wanted him to dance with her. Her face remained hidden from sight as she and the boy slowly where lost into the sea of students.
Finally, after the moments of the excited nervous murmurs of the students, their short trip came to an end when Professor McGonagall held out her hand as the signal to stop. Professor McGonagall walked over to what looked like an old hat on a stool. The Professor then took out a long piece of parchment and unrolled it in front of her. "Now when I call your name I shall place the sorting hat on your head and you will be sorted into your houses. Hermione Granger." She called
The young girl immediately recognized the bushy haired girl from before and frowned slightly.
Hermione nervously sat on the stool as the Professor lowered the hat onto her head. Hermione let out a gasp when the hat actually began to speak to her.
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat roared. Hermione sagged in relief, once the hat was removed from her head, she flounced over to the cheering table in red.
After Hermione, the girl didn't pay attention to anything else but rather observed her surroundings. The more she observed, the more corruption revealed itself like a wicked blackened rose. It was clear that the Gryffindor table where a friendly house, but seemed too shun any idea that does not bode well with their own. The Hufflepuff table are obviously friendly and fiercely loyal like Helga herself, but swayed easily towards the Gryffindor way of thinking. The Ravenclaw table looked like they obsessed over every slip of work and deal with logical thinking, but then think that whatever they say is fact.
A frown deepened on her rosebud lips from her observation. The Ravenclaw table had strayed so far from their original founder, it was almost disturbing to witness the once great house be demolished from its former glory. Turning her head away from the table she finally observed the last house, Slytherin.
Her normally beautiful bright emerald eyes dimmed into dark green shadows of sorrow. The Slytherin house had been a house known for those who had the ambition, cunning, and sly attributes. How have the mighty fallen so far from thou? Deep in her chest she knew the mighty Lord Slytherin would be most disappointed that all the sacrifice to make things better had fallen into it's own vicious trap.
Her saddened thoughts though, swiftly where gone as soon as she heard the name fall on the lips of the Professor. "Harry Potter."
Excited murmurs whispered to one another, gossiping about the hero who banished the Dark Lord. She could only see the proud stature of Harry Potter who confidently (or was it arrogantly?) strode over and had the hat placed upon his hair. She carefully watched as a range of different emotions flash through his brown eyes. It was like everyone in the Great Hall was holding their breath waiting for the house the hero would be chosen for.
Finally, after what felt like to the majority, hours, the hat opened its mouth to shout the final answer. "GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table roared to life, cheering, screaming, and chanting was heard throughout every inch of the table. Harry smiled almost smugly, as soon as the hat was removed from his head, he confidently headed towards the house of lions.
Another name though, silenced everyone throughout the Great Hall. "Anastasia Potter."
The girl, now known as Anastasia, walked with the grace of a pureblood queen over to the stool with the hat that would decide her fate.
Whispers hastily swept through the hall, everyone's eyes darted from Harry to Anastasia, trying to decipher if their hero was related to the exceptionally beautiful mystery girl seated on the stool. From the corner of Anastasia's eye, she could see anger in the eyes of her blood brother.
"Hello my Queen"
Anastasia smiled at the hat's pleasantries "I am only a Queen back at Narnia, here I am just another student awaiting for the answer to my fate at Hogwarts."
The hat chuckled. "You where always one for modesty your majesty. You know better than anyone else that once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen."
Anastasia inwardly smiled. "Now my Queen if I may be so bold as to ask for you to lower your shields so that I may sort you into your house milady?"
"You may" Anastasia granted. Flashes of her memories from birth up until the moment of the exact present quickly flashed through her mind.
"My my, you are quite the difficult one to sort milady. You have the rare intelligence of Lady Rowena Ravenclaw that only a select few have been blessed with. The wisdom of a seasoned queen is quite the rare one these years. Lady Rowena would have loved to have you in her house! Hmmm…..let us see. The ambition alone would have you do very well in Slytherin. Ah! The courage and bravery to lead an army into battle, but to also do what is right even when the right thing is the outcasted one. Tricky, Tricky indeed. But you have unwavering loyalty to those of your kingdom as well as your family. You work hard to achieve everything for the good of your people even if it means self sacrifice. Hmmmm…..
"Which one are you going to choose?" Anastasia noticed the students where getting a bit restless when every minute ticked by with no response from the hat.
"Patience my Queen. Ambition, intelligence, loyalty, courage, hardworking, and brave. Where to put you? Cmmmmmm…..better be….."
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat roared. Anastasia watched the restless expressions turn disbelieving. Even Professor McGonagall herself looked shocked. Gracefully, she rose from the stool, handed Professor McGonagall the Sorting Hat, and glided to the Hufflepuff table with her head held high.