Griselda Rosalyn Potter is known for being the twin of the famous Harry Potter.
But different from Harry, she didn't got any scar on her from that dreadful night in Godric Hollow. This is why, she is not as famous as her brother, not as respected as...
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
————[Third's PoV]——— Professor McGonagall leads the first year students to the great hall. The first year students awed at the amazingly beautiful constellations on the roof.
Griselda was enjoying herself with her new companions and of course, with her beloved brother, Harry. She introduced the three Slytherin in budding to her brother... and Weasley out of politeness.
Harry seems to be glad that her friends are not likes of Malfoy, the git whom he just met earlier. Somehow, he already managed to dislike the poor pale blonde boy.
They were enjoying their time as they walked with chat and jokes until an annoying voices disrupt it, "I've read about those!—" Griselda rolled her eyes and drowned what Granger said about the roof.
Tracey chocked the pumpkin juice she sneakily took from older student when she cackled as she heard the whole explanation that sounds like from wikipedia, Daphne sighed in annoyance, Theodore snickered at Tracey's horrible expression of chocking, while Harry smiles at their silly attics. Ron just huffed in annoyance to no one in particular.
Their attention soon focused to the hat on the stool that suddenly jumped and started to sang, "Oh you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;
