ByKj Holl, writer at

"Firs' years follow me! Firs' years!" Was the first thing I heard as I hopped off of the train with Harry and Ron. It was Hagrid!

"Ay-yo, Hagrid!" I greeted him. He smiled at me.

"Hello, Hagrid," Harry grinned up at the giant. Ron stared up at Hagrid with his agait.

"Whoa!" Was all he said. Hagrid led the first years imto boat across the Black Lake. No one spoke for we were much to mezmerized by the castle.

We, as in Harry, Ron, and I, walked to the castle and I felt something different. Something changed. I decided it was probably just the excitement getting to me and shook it off. I followed Harry into the castle where Hagrid left us with a stern looking witch with an extremely tight bun (in her hair). She had a black hat with emerald green robes and seemed the type you should listen to.

"Welcome to Hogwarts! In a few moments you shall pass through these doors and be sorted into your houses. The houses include Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. While you're attending this school your house shall be your family. Your achievements will earn you points and trouble making will lose them. At the end of the year the points are counted and the house with the most points is award the house cup," the lady said.

"Trevor!" The boy from the train interrupted her. He knelt down in front of the teacher—both looking uncomfortable— took his toad, and apologized as he rejoined the first years who were laughing at him.

"Don't let them get to you, Neville. You're going to do great things, I can tell," I told him as he walked by.

"H-How do you k-know my n-name?" He asked.

"I met Hermione on the train. Said a boy lost his toad. You found a toad, you're Neville," I shrugged. He looked at me puzzled and I realized I hadn't introduced myself! "So sorry. Alexandra. You can call me Alex or Alexia," I introduced. He nodded.

"Nice to meet you, Alex," he smiled calmly. I was about to respond when I heard someone sneer behind me. I could feel myself being watched.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer," I snarled to whoever was staring at me. I turned to find a pale boy with slicked back blond hair and grey eyes staring at me. "It's not polite to stare," I smiled. My hair still refused to change! If it would it would be sarcasm orange. The boy shook his head and turned to Harry.

"So I guess it is true. Harry Potter is at Hogwarts," the blond said. I walked up beside Harry as he nodded. "This is Crabbe," he pointed to a stumpy kid. "And Goyle," he introduced while pointing to some log head about one foot taller than myself. "I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," he finished. Ron snickered and I hit him from the other side of Harry. "Laugh all you want! I don't even have to ask who you are. Red hair and hand-me downs. Must be a Weasley!" Malfoy scoffed. Ron looked down at the ground and I felt as if I was about to explode! Malfoy turned back to Harry. "I think you should know, Potter, that some wizards are better than others. I can help you with the right crowd," Malfoy smiled and thrust his hand out.

"I think I know the right crowd, thanks," Harry said calmly. Draco looked a bit shocked that Harry refused his friendship. Then I got a closer look at his face. I've seen him somewhere, I swear it!

"What about you?" He asked.

"Depends, Mr. Malfoy. If you be kind to me and at least be civil towards my friends, perhaps we could get along," I said kindly. I couldn't tell if Draco was shocked, appalled, glad, or disappointed. Before Draco could respond the teacher, who I was told was Professor McGonnagle, returned and steered Draco away.

"They're ready for you now," she smiled. I couldn't stop smiling as she led us into the Great Hall.

I stood by Hermione and she kept talking about a book. I didn't really listen until she said 'bewitched.'

"'s just bewitched to look like the night sky," she explained. I knew she was talking about the marvelous ceiling above us. I smiled and nodded.

"Hermione?" I got her attention.

"Yeah, Alexia?" She answered.

"I think we're going to be great friends," I smiled at her. I could see her face light up and she smiled a nice and gentle one. "Maybe even best friends," I told her. She smiled even brighter at that, and before I'd processed where we were going we had gotten there.

"I will call your name and sort you into your houses. However, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore has a few things we need to clear up," McGonnagle said authoritatively. A man with a long silver bear and matching hair stood up from the table above us. He was wearing red robes and a matching hat. He had sparkling blue eyes and a nose that looked as if it had been broken at least once, along with half-moon glasses.

"Our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to any and all students. Also, the third floor corridor, on the right hand side, is out of bounds, to anyone who wishes to live a little longer," he smiled.

"That was cheery," I muttered as the headmaster sat back down.

"Hermione Granger!" McGonnagle called. "It's okay, just relax," Hermione told herself. "You'll do fine, 'Mione," I whispered as she walked to the front. "Mental, that one," Ron said. I slapped his arm and gave him a glare. "GRYFFINDOR!" The old hat shouted. The Gryffindor table erupted in cheers and I clapped as well, just not very loudly.

"Susan Bones!" McGonnagle called. A ginger haired girl skipped to the front and sat on the stool. "I know, HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat announced as the Hufflepuff table burst into cheers.

"Draco Malfoy!" She called. Draco strutted up to the stool and sat down with a smirk. McGonnagle lowered the hat, but it had already made its decision. "SLYTHERIN!" The Sorting Hat announced. Draco smirked again and strutted off to the table of cheering Slytherins.

"There isn't a bad witch or wizard out there who wasn't in Slytherin or from a family of them," Ron told Harry.

"Ronald Weasley!" McGonnagle called. Ron stepped up to stool anxiously and held his breath. The teacher placed the hat on his head and it began to speak. The hat spoke so suddenly both, teacher and student, jumped. "Aha! Another Weasley, I know just what to do with you. Gryffindor!" The hat jeered. Ron sighed with relief and relaxed as he went to meet his brothers.

"Harry Potter!" McGonnagle called. Harry stepped up to the stool, after I gave him a reassuring smile, and sat down. Everyone was quiet and everyone, even Dumbledore, was on the edge of their seats. "Hmm. Difficult. There's courage, yes. Not a bad mind either. Oh, and a thirst to prove yourself. Great qualities but where to put you?" The hat wondered aloud. I could see Harry pleading with the hat. 'Never thought I'd say that!' I thought silently. "Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure? You'd do wonderfully and Slytherin will help you! If you're sure," the hat said. "Better be...........GRYFFINDOR!!!!!" The hat shouted. Harry smiled as Gryffindor burst into cheers and began to throw their hats in the air. Dumbledore tipped his goblet to Harry as he sat down. I was the only person left!

"Alexia Cason!" She called. I smiled and walked confidently to the stool. I sat down, confused by why she called me by my middle name, and the professor placed the hat on my head. It was silent for a moment.

"Did I kill it?" I joked. Suddenly the hat jerked to life. "No, my dear. I'm merely searching through your mind. You have quite a complex personality. Hardworking, creative, and clever. Loyal and humble. Your mottos include "Where's reality?" And "What's there to brag about?" You can be lazy, hardworking, shy, brave, humble, courageous, kind, chivalrous, cunning, reckless, and a procrastinator. You are also very ambitious," it said in my head. It didn't say it aloud. After a few more minutes people were wondering if I'd be sent home! After about five minutes of the hat searching my head it came to a conclusion. "You are perfectly balanced! Your bravery is evened out by your humility and your cleverness is balanced by your intelligence!" it told me astonished, in my head. The hat forced itself to turn around and face Dumbledore.

"We seem to have...............a royal," the hat told the headmaster. Whispers spread through the hall.

"What's a royal?" I asked. No one answered. I tried again. No answer. I lost patience. "WHAT


"Don't let the snake out too far," the hat advised.

"I shall explain later," Dumbledore told me. "For now, it is your choice as to where you spend the night," the headmaster informed.

"Gryffindor please, with all my friends," I answered kindly, after some thought. The Gryffindor table erupted into cheers and I sat beside Hermione instead of Harry because he was surrounded by Weasleys.

Dinner was uneventful. Well, up until a ghost popped out of a chicken! Okay, that sounds weird no matter how you word it! Well, Ron was stuffing his face with chicken legs. Ron went to grab another when a silverish head was on the plate! Ron screamed and I laughed. "Hello! Welcome to Gryffindor!" The ghost said as it flew from the table.

"Hello, Sir Nicholas. Have a nice summer?" A boy asked, Percy.

"Dismal. Once again I'm not allowed to join the headless hunt!" Nicholas answered.

"Excuse me, sir?" I brought his attention to me.

"Yes, miss?" He smiled.

"Please excuse me if I offend you, but: why would you expect to be accepted? You still have your head," I said. Hermione nudged me. I put my hands up in surrender.

"It's because he's nearly headless!" Ron pointed out through a mouth full.

I nodded, confused, as Hermione asked, "How can one be nearly headless?"

"Like this," Nick said and tilted his head to the side. His head dangled and was only holding on by a sliver of "skin". Hermione and Ron looked disgusted and I clapped.

"Why are you clapping?" Ron's brother, Percy, asked me.

"He's awesome!" I smiled.

"Most girls would be freaked by that!" Ron stared in awe.

"Alex is not a normal girl," Harry said appreciatively.

"Most girls can't eat that much chicken, but you seem to be doing just fine, Ron," I smirked. A chorus of "oohs", "burns", and "you just got owned" echoed down the Gryffindor table. Ron tinged pink and I rolled my grey eyes. "I'm only teasing!" I told him. He relaxed and smiled. Everyone went quiet and were staring at something behind me. I turned around and saw Dumbledore! "How are you, Professor?" I asked.

"I'm doing wonderfully, thank you for asking. How are you?" He returned.

"Still a bit confused," I admitted.

"That's why I'm here. Come with me, Alexia," Dumbledore smiled. I took a chicken leg for the trip. I stood from the bench and followed the kind headmaster to his office.


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