"Dad?" she gasped.

"What?"

"My Dad look, he's at the front with the teachers."

Tony Stark was wearing his light blue robes that Remus had gotten him for Christmas they had a swirling navy pattern on the sleeves. He caught eyes with his daughter and gave her a wink. Noticing that everyone in the hall was now staring at the hat, she stared at it, too. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth — and the hat began to sing. The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.

"So we've just got to try on the hat!" Ron whispered to Mim. "I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll."

Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment. And so it began…

Each house cheering as a new student joined them. She had noticed how the hat had an easier time with some, more than others. She wondered what house she would be in…

"Granger, Hermione!"

Mim's focused moved back to the people under the hat recognising the girl from the train. Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head.

"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat.

Ron groaned. The names continued to the M's and surprise, surprise, Draco Malfoy was sorted into Slytherin. As she reached the P's, Mim began to feel butterflies in her stomach. Both for anxiousness of her future house and the inevitable murmurs and announcement of her arrival to Hogwarts. Which First year she was… They would all know what she looked like soon…

"Parkinson"

She tried extra hard not to look at her godfather as Pansy Parkinson was sorted into Slytherin.

"Patil"

"Patil"

"Perks," Mim began to smooth her fidgeting hands, taking a deep breath.

"Potter, Mimosa!"

As Mim stepped forward, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.

"Potter, did she say?"

"The Mimosa Potter?"

Mim fought to keep her composure as she walked up, this was just like when she would go out with her Dad. She had been warned by her Uncle's and Dad, but this was different. Yes, she was famous in the Muggle world, but only as Tony Stark's daughter. The spotlight was on her father… Mostly. This. This was all her.

The last thing Mim saw before the hat dropped over her eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at her. Next second she was looking at the black inside of the hat. She waited.

"Hmm," said a small voice in his ear. "Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. There's talent, A my goodness, yes — and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting… So where shall I put you? You started with a troubled childhood, but you found your father things turned around. Hmm, your studies for someone your age is miraculous. Yet, I can see Gryffindor. That was your mother and Uncle Remus's house as you know. I see you have her bravery. You have had trials with fame already and have stood your ground and had to overcome the maltreatment of your mother's sister. Or perhaps you wish to be in your Uncle's house. Only that could be complicated as he has to pretend to hate you. No not Slytherin. Hufflepuff, you would do well but you wouldn't thrive like you would in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw… Hmm closer but I don't quite think… Yes… Yes that is where you belong. GRYFFINDOR!"

Mim heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall. She took off the hat and walked shakily toward the Gryffindor table. Percy the Prefect got up and shook her hand vigorously, while the Weasley twins yelled, "We got Potter! We got Potter!"

Mim sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff she'd seen earlier. The ghost patted her arm, giving Mim the sudden, horrible feeling she'd just plunged it into a bucket of ice-cold water. She could see the High Table properly now. She grinned at her father who beamed back proudly. She glanced at Severus, when he saw her looking and took a big drink from his goblet. Mim grinned, before her eyes made their way to Hagrid who was at the end nearest to her, he caught her eye and gave her the thumbs up Mim beamed back. And there, in the centre of the High Table, in a large gold chair, sat Albus Dumbledore, who winked at her.

Once the final first year was placed into Slytherin, Dumbledore gave a very unusual speech, however as he finished, Mim was amazed to see the food appear before them. Mountains of mouthwatering options. Nearly Headless Nick talked with them about how he could no longer eat, and showed them the inch of skin that created his infamous nickname. By the time dessert had arrived they had moved onto the topic of family, and whether they were magical or not.

"So is Tony Stark a wizard." Dean asked her excitedly staring at her father.

"No Dad's a Muggle. I dunno why he is here?" She told him.

"So why did they call you, Potter? You're Mim Stark."

"Cause that's the name this world knows her by," Ron said. "No one would call her Stark here,"

"What'd you mean?"

Mim sighed. "So long story short, there was a big magic war when we were babies, the leader of the bad side, decided to try and kill me. It failed for the first time ever, and he disappeared. So as the first survivor of the killing curse, and the perceived defeater of this man. It made me famous."

"And the scar!" Seamus piped up.

"Yeah, so I have a scar on my forehead – no I am not going to show everyone –" She said before they could ask, flattening her fringe a little as though speaking about it could tempt it to reveal itself. As the noise of metal cutlery clanging stopped, students were beginning to talk amongst one another.

Mim, who was starting to feel warm and sleepy, looked up at the High Table again. Hagrid was drinking deeply from his goblet. Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore.

Professor Quirrell, in his absurd turban, was talking Severus.

It happened very suddenly. Severus looked past Quirrell's turban straight into Mim's eyes — and a sharp, hot pain shot across the scar on Mim's forehead.

"Ouch!" Mim clapped a hand to her head.

"What is it?" asked Percy.

"N-nothing."

The pain had gone as quickly as it had come. She knew she would talk to her father and Sev about it later.

At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent.

"Ahem — just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."

Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins.

"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. Also I would like to welcome two new staff members Professor Quirrell will be taking the Defence Against the Dark Arts position."

The man in the strange turban stood up and bowed.

"And some Muggleborns may know our next Professor, he will be working alongside Professor Burbage, while he tries to infuse Muggle technology with magic. Professor Stark."

Tony stood up grinning as all the Muggleborns and girls whispered excitedly. He bowed, before sitting down again.

"Wow Tony Stark." Dean said, Mim rolled her eyes at her father's antics.

"And finally," The hall silenced. "I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

Mim laughed, but she was one of the few who did.

"He's not serious?" she muttered to Percy.

"Must be," said Percy, frowning at Dumbledore. "It's odd, because he usually gives us a reason why we're not allowed to go somewhere — the forest's full of dangerous beasts, everyone knows that. I do think he might have told us prefects, at least."

"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore.

Mim noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed.

Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.

"Everyone pick their favourite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!"

Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.

"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"

Mim jumped up from her seat and ran to her father hugging him tightly.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"We wanted it to be a surprise. Now." He pulled away from her. "Go on, I'm losing street cred here. It's my first day, try not to embarrass me."

Mim laughed at her fathers' antics, giving him one last hug before she re-joined the other first year Gryffindors. They followedPercy out to the marble staircases, the older students chatting amongst themselves. The majority of the first years looking around at the castle in awe. Mim was amazed as Percy led them through doorways hidden behind sliding panels and hanging tapestries two separate times. She paid attention to the way they went to she could prevent herself from getting too lost. Remus and Severus had already warned her that that may not be easy even with her eidetic memory. A bundle of walking sticks was floating in midair ahead of them, and as Percy took a step toward them they started throwing themselves at him.

"Peeves," Percy whispered to the first years. "A poltergeist." He raised his voice, "Peeves — show yourself."

A loud, rude sound, like the air being let out of a balloon, answered.

"Do you want me to go to the Bloody Baron?"

There was a pop, and a little man with wicked, dark eyes and a wide mouth appeared, floating cross-legged in the air, clutching the walking sticks.

"Oooooooh!" he said, with an evil cackle. "Ickle Firsties! What fun!"

He swooped suddenly at them. They all ducked.

"Go away, Peeves, or the Baron'll hear about this, I mean it!" barked Percy.

Peeves stuck out his tongue and vanished, dropping the walking sticks on Neville's head. They heard him zooming away, rattling coats of armour as he passed.

"You want to watch out for Peeves," said Percy, as they set off again. "The Bloody Baron's the only one who can control him, he won't even listen to us prefects. Here we are." They were scattered around the stairs as they reached a hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress.

"Password?" she said.

"Caput Draconis," said Percy, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall. They all scrambled through it — Neville needed a leg up — and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cosy, round room full of squashy armchairs.

Percy directed the girls through one door to their dormitory and the boys through another.

"See you" she called to Ron as she headed for her dorm.

At the top of a spiral staircase — they were obviously in one of the towers — they found their beds at last: five four-posters hung with deep red, velvet curtains. Their trunks had already been brought up. Too tired to talk much, they pulled on their pyjamas and fell into bed.

"That was fascinating, wasn't it?" Hermione muttered to Mim through the hangings.

"Definitely better than the stories, I am excited to get stared."

"Yes! I am so excited to start learning spells!" Hermione gasped.

"Well, we have a long day tomorrow. Goodnight Hermione,"
"Goodnight,"