YAH!! Someone finally read my ff. Just for you I'll add more.A whole lot more. I'm trying to et my ff mover to other storied section because it doesn't really fit theepic and adventure category very well.
The train arrived at Hogwarts twenty minutes later and soon grabbed my trunks and hopped off the train, still shaken, but walking on. I was informed in my letter from Dumbledore that I was to join the 1st year’s trip across the lake to be sorted. I walked towards the gamekeeper and Care of Magical Creatures teacher. Draco called him an oaf but behind that bushy mane, I saw the compassion in those eyes. I knew this was someone I would be able to trust.
The trip across the lake lasted twenty minutes and was by far one of the most original things I have done in my life. My life has been carefully planned, as had every action I had ever taken. Even when I was away at school. But something told me that Dumbledore would not allow my father to run my life within the walls of Hogwarts like he did everywhere else. This was my first taste of freedom.
The walked into the entrance hall along with the rest of the 1st years and was soon among them in line. A very-severe looking witch with a long roll of parliament was walking towards the front.
“My name is Professor McGonagall. I am the Transfiguration teacher to those who do not remember or know. I am here to sort the 1st years into their respective houses. But, we have a special exception this year as we have a new student to transfer from London Witching Academy. But, before all this can begin we must hear our Sorting Hat’s newest bit of advice,” she said with a slight smirk. And I was only then that I noticed a battered, old hat that looked on the verge of falling apart sitting on a three-legged stool.
The brim of the hat soon looked as if it had a rip in it and it began to sing:
When I was newly made,
And quite naïve
I began to hear the things that people think.
And when I looked inside
In some, I saw fear
In others anger
Still in others, I saw hatred
But, in the root
People are all the same
It does not matter
On your race, creed, and religion
The only things
That defines who we are…
Are the choices we make,
And the paths we choose.
Remember my message,
Learn it well.
With this, the hat brim closed and the hall burst into applause. Professor McGonagall soon walked forward and the sorting was to begin.
“The first student I want to call is our transfer from London Witching Academy, Ms. Alexandria Malfoy.”
There was hush over the hall as my name was called and I looked for my brother for support and saw only shame. Then, I looked at Harry and I saw only the hurt I had caused. I was on my own.
“Ms. Malfoy, if you would try the hat on please.”
I walked forward slowly, took the tattered hat, and tried it on. It began to mumble in my ear.
“Good stuff you have in here, good stuff. You know your brother is a git. You just need a little more experience. I like what you think. My decision has been made.”
“In such a short time?” I asked.
“Yes, you’ll be in….”
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