A/N : did this instead of sleep.
1991 September 1st.
Albus Dumbledore sat at his disk, ideas and plans twirling in his head, a new year is to begin, but this year is quite different for the savior of the Wizarding World would finally attend hogwarts, he spoke with Molly Weasley earlier and she assured him that Ron will look for Anastasia as soon as he rides the Hogwarts express, though he must check for himself once the train arrives.
He heard knocking on the door and raised his head only to be greeted by Hagrid's redden face no doubt from running.
" 'idnot fin' Anastasia in her family's home" said the half giant.
Hearing this Dumbledore didn't seem to bother after all he knows well enough that the dursleys did not keep the Potter child, but he knew she would eventually come to Hogwarts.
Through the past years the name Marvolo Slytherin found fame in the halls of every manor, building and house.
The dark lord's followers seemed to accidentally find themselves surrounding this Marvolo.
The defeated of Grindelwald as he prided himself to be knew that this man is only Lord Voldemort in a nicer flesh no more.
"Come Hagrid the new students will arrive soon you must be there to receive them" said the weathered man as he stood up.
He wants to seem like a the grandfatherly man he surely not.
-Timeskip to the sorting ceremony-
A student after another was sorted by the hat until the deputy headmistress said
"Potter, Anastasia"
The silence dragged on as no one came to the stool.
"Miss Potter" Professor McGonagall repeated.
No Anastasia came to the stoll, no Anastasia was sorted.
And surely no Anastasia attended Hogwarts.
And the wizarding world was left in disarray for the next seven years.
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