Crescent Moon (A HP fanfic and a student/teacher romance)

Chapter six: Golden at heart

A/N: Sorry I broke my promise on uploading lots over the holidays but I've been revising like crazy over the break. I guess that's the results of getting into one of the best and therefore the hardest junior colleges in the country. My finals are in January.  Here's a short chappie for you and tell me who you're rootin' for.

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Chapter six: Golden at heart

Friday had passed, and nothing really happened. I got to know Fred and George better, and was pleased to find out that they liked to pull pranks. I used to be into that stuff before my dad died, and now, as I knew I wouldn’t get beatings or mental abuse for my disobedience, I was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

The twins were so kind and nice to everyone they liked. Anyone who gave them a reason not to like them would be a victim in their pranks. I loved how happy they were all the time, and I loved their attitude. It had been a while since I got to smile a genuine smile.

I hadn’t thought about what I did the night before, just before the detention, any further. I was afraid of how good it made me feel, and how I could seriously hurt myself. It was weird that I hated the abuse I got from my family and school back in America, but I liked doing it to myself. I felt like a psycho about the fact that I liked to see my own blood leave my body. I promised myself that I would only keep it on that part of the arm, and nobody would ever get to find out. Eventually the scars will heal, and it will be like nothing ever happened.

Finally, it was Saturday afternoon, and Dumbledore had summoned me to his office. When I got there I could see that both McGonagall and Snape were there. I avoided looking at Snape, and distracted myself by letting my eyes roam the office. It was filled with paintings of Hogwarts’ headmasters throughout the ages.

“Ah, Miss Black, welcome. Have your first days been alright?” Dumbledore smiled, and winked at me. I nodded. “Well, without further ado, why won’t we get you sorted,” he said with a wider smile than before.

“Headmaster, why am I here?” Snape asked, and from his tone I knew he couldn’t be bothered with such unimportant matter.

“Severus, that’s because we need witnesses, to be absolutely certain. Miss Blake, why don’t you have a seat?” Dumbledore said, nodding his head towards a chair that was placed in front of his desk. He turned it around using his wand and I sat down, facing the professors.

Dumbledore opened a cabinet with a glass door and got the sorting hat. He placed it on the top of my head, but it was a bit too big so it fell down my forehead and almost covered my eyes

“Now, who do we have here? You want to try again I see?” I nodded, and then I felt stupid because the hat couldn’t see me, just my thoughts, and the professors didn’t hear what the hat was saying.

“I hope you have been good. You still have that dark and twisted mind, but I do not think you belong in Slytherin due to your lack of cruelty, and you are not a pure-blood. Too bad, because I know you would make a great Slytherin one day,” I took a deep breath and exhaled it. I was so happy that I wasn’t going to be in Slytherin. The hat continued; “I believe Rawenclaw is not the house for you. You are very clever, yes, there is no denying that, but you don’t have the thirst for knowledge that’s needed. You are a kind person, and you seek to help others, even though you can’t help yourself. You have been through a lot, but yet you try and keep your head held high. Yes, I see that now. There is no doubt about it. GRYFFINDOR!” The hat shouted out loud, letting everyone know I now had a house. I was thrilled to belong to something in this school. Maybe now, the other students will stop whispering and pointing in the hallways.