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𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐲

A/n: Hello, so this is the first official chapter... Also if you don't want any background scenes skip to the next chapter, 11, Yule Ball pt. 1 & 2, and everything after Chapter 32.

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Part 2-

I stand there as I realise just how much my hands are trembling. Why the fuck am i so nervous?! It's not like I'm getting burned at the stake or something! . . . I hope.

I slowly walk over to the stool almost tripping over on my own feet.

I carefully sit on the stool as the old dusty looking sorting hat is being placed on my head. Why do they use an overused hat to sort everyone in their houses?!

I sit there while the room slowly grows more and more quiet as we are all waiting for the hat to speak. They all stare at me while the sorting hat acts as of it had forgotten how to do its job, frozen in place.

I look around the room as I see my brother, Harry watching me closely. He looks so different. What happened to the little boy with the awkward haircut? It hasn't been that long has it?

I mean i saw him for our 15th birthday, I sadly didn't have time to visit for our 16th this year... That was the first time we had ever spent our birthday apart.

"Your rather difficult to place. . ." The sorting hat says suddenly causing me to jump a bit, i look over at Harry and he looks excited yet nervous.

"You are very brave. . ." It speaks and Harry's smile grows,"could you be. . . GRYFF-" it pauses again, thinking thoroughly about where I shall be placed."No. . No, you are also very loyal, maybe HUFFLEP-"

It pauses once more as I look around the room, everyone looked nervously at each other.

"But you are also very clever. . . Maybe clever enough to be. . . RAVEN-" The hat stopped again. I began to feel my heart rate increase.

Has this ever happened before?! I begin to think about various things that could've happened, all of which not helping with my nervousness.

"Extremely ambitious eh?" The sorting hat states as I feel the hat shift on my head,"Better be-"

shit. shit. shit.

If he pauses while he's saying the last house name, I don't know what I'd do. I traveled all this way to be closer to Harry after all! I can't just go back to France can I?!

"SLYTHERIN!" The hat yells across the room.

Cheers erupted from the students, but no tables cheers were louder than the Slytherin.

Ms. Mcgonaall walks over to me and lifts the hat from my head as I sit there waiting as she gestures me to go over to the Slytherin table.

Slytherin. . . A Potter in Slytherin. . .

Everyone was watching as I rose out of my seat, voices from left to right. I watch as all the slytherins wave there hands as if telling me to go sit with them.

I do as they say and begin walking over to the long table towards the left.

I decided I didn't want to be questioned so instead I sat across from a curly, brunette haired by who was looking down at his rings.

"Can I help you?" He asks me rudely, glaring at me.

"Just wanted to sit somewhere nobody would talk to me at." I hiss.

His eyes widen as he looks back down, mumbling quietly,"Your deffinently a Slytherin. "

"What's that supposed to mean?!" I ask defensively.