You're Whose Daughter? Book 1

Chapter 11 - Just like your brother but different

(Rosalia's POV)

This was it. I was finally here.

As I stepped off of the train I heard a loud voice calling, "Firs'-years, firs'-years over here please!" The call continued as I shuffled through the crowd of people.

I eventually located the calls, It was coming from an extremely large man. Once the crowd had cleared he told us," I'm Rubeus Hagrid, game keeper of Hogwarts."

Mid speech I was bumped on the shoulder and I turned around to see the girl I had met on the train. Catlyn was her name. Next to her were two boys both equally nervous.

"Ready to go," Mr Hagrid said. There were lots of nodding heads before we started to shuffle to a series of boats. They were all stretched out along a strip of bark.

I decided to listen to my parents advice and make new friends, so I sat with Catlyn and the two other boys.

I followed them along to the middle of the port to a boat that they were boarding; I went in last but the most gracefully. "Rosalia, this is Ron Weasley and Harry Potter," Catlyn explained to me as I sat down next to her.

"Hello Ron, Harry," I said to both of them shaking their hands.

"Hi," they mumbled, cheeks turning red. People say that Cedric and I lucked out in the good looks department.

"Boys," Catlyn sighed, making me giggle

"You're the famous Harry Potter, aren't you?" I asked curiously.

"Yes, I believe I am,"

"So Rosalia, what house do you want to be in?" Ron asked. It was weird being called by full name, since everyone I knew abbreviated my name in some way.

"Please call me something shorter, everyone does. I think I want to be in...Look!" I cut myself off by the sight off the castle. Classic me, cutting myself off.

But what a sight it was. The castle practically glistened, lights from inside glowing out into the night. "Wow!" I whispered.

The four of us sat discussing interests for the next two minutes occasionally just staring at the castle, our home for the next seven years. The boat suddenly hit the land. "Ready to go." Catlyn said, breaking our silence.

All the first years made their way over to the large oak doors (following the lead of Mr Hagrid of course), and up the large spiral staircase. It was all antique and classic like it was a museum from hundreds of years ago.

We came to another large set of doors with corridors on either side. Mr Hagrid knocked 3 times on the large door and stepped back as the doors opened.

Out stepped a beautiful witch with shiny black hair and emerald robes. She seemed stern but Cedric said she was his favorite teacher.

"The firs'-years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid

"Thank you Hagrid. I will take them from here" And turned back around and walked away. We took this as a gesture to follow her.

The path continued up even more stairs and corridors while my legs started to get tired. They are only little.

We stopped in front of a large door with loud voices coming from behind it. This must be the great hall.

Professor McGonagall turned around to address us. "Welcome to Hogwarts," she started, "The start of the term feast will begin shortly but before then you will be sorted into your houses. This is very important because while you are here your houses will be like your family. Everything school related you do will with your house and many outer school activities will be with your house. These houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has a noble history and produced great wizards and witches. During your time here at Hogwarts your triumphs will earn you points while rule breaking will lose you points. At the end of the year the house with the most points will win the house cup. The sorting will begin in a few minutes. I suggest that you smarten up."

Everyone started fixing their clothes and hair. A few ghosts passed by and some students began chatting to them. Harry and Ron started chatting to each other while Catlyn proceeded to talk to me.

"You ready?"

"I think so."

"Do you know what this sorting process is?"

"My brother said they placed an old hat on your head and it tells you your house, pretty simple."

"Move along now," A sharp voice told the ghosts, " the sorting ceremony's about to start, for an orderly line and follow me." I shuffled to be behind Catlyn who was behind Ron and Harry.

We continued to walk through a pair of large doors. Through the doors were four long tables with hundreds of beady eyes and floating candles above them. There was one large table at the front with all the teachers sitting there and the headmaster at the center.

Behind me I could hear a girl say "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts: A History." I looked up and she was right. The sky looked the same as the one we had been under minutes ago. It was truly gorgeous!

Once they reached the front of the great hall Professor McGonagall placed a four legged stool with a dusty hat on top. The hat laid there for a while before ripping open and reciting a singy-songy poem.

My brain drifted off into my thoughts about me in each of the different houses. Suddenly there was a loud round of applause and I jumped as I realized I had missed the speech.

Professor McGonagall stepped forward with a scroll of parchment. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," She explained, "Abbott, Hannah." My cousin Hannah went and sat on the stool; I crossed my fingers and hoped she got into a good house.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" it shouted. The Hufflepuffs cheered along with the rest of the school.

"Black, Catlyn." The school went quiet and whispers could be heard here and there. Why was she called as Black and who were her parents?

The hat went silent then said "SLYTHERIN!" Oh no, my new friend was now sorted into the house I most likely not in by far.

The hats announcement caused more whispers as Catlyn moved to sit with the other Slytherins, but Professor McGonagall moved swiftly on.

Many others were then sorted but I could only focus on the fact I was 'D'. Soon enough it was my turn.

"Diggory, Rosalia," McGonagall called. I took a deep breath and made my way up to the stool and placed the oversized hat on my head.

"The hat covered my eyes so I could not see the hall, but could hear the voice of the sorting hat somehow. "Interesting, very interesting, just like your brother but different. You will do great things no matter what house, but I feel something more powerful rising than your brain or thirst to prove you can live up to the expectations. Yes, Slytherin would suit you so it better be..."

"HUFFLEPUFF,"

I had done it.