Black Rock Witch

The Sorting

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Ch. 3 The Sorting

Thankfully, I had a couple of weeks before we had to go to Hogwarts. This gave me plenty of time to practice magic. Hermione helped out with the book work, and Harry helped with the wand work. I noticed that he seemed a bit flustered around me, and I was picking up an emotion from him that I was not familiar with. Deciding to worry about that later, I didn’t ask. Soon, I was able to cast every spell in the books, and I knew how to brew every potion. The day we had to leave was extremely hectic for Harry. I glanced into his room, and saw him rushing to pack his stuff. Ron also seemed to be having trouble, but that didn’t seem to bother me. I was worried that Harry was going to be late though. Wait, why would I care? He’s just a human, right? I shook my head and continued walking the house, trying to clear my head. The past few days, I had been feeling differently. Not physically, but mentally. I was beginning to realize that I was feeling emotion, and it worried me. Otherselfs shouldn’t be able to feel emotions. Well, not emotions strong enough to notice. I was so engrossed in my thoughts, that I didn’t notice that I had walked in on the portrait of Sirius’s mother. She was just staring at me, not yelling about me being impure or not fit to stand in her house.  “May I help you, Mrs. Black?” She shook her head, and said in a soft voice, “I hope this world isn’t as cruel to you as it was to me.” I blinked in surprise, and watched as the curtains around her portrait closed on their own. Stunned, I got my trunk, and headed downstairs.

15 minutes later

Hogwarts Express

I sat next to Harry in the compartment, across from Ron and Hermione. She and Harry were carrying on a conversation. Ron was staring at me with suspicion, clutching his wand tightly. Hermione turned to him, “Ron, we need to go patrol the train, we’re Prefects now, remember?” He looked at her with surprise, then stood up and left in a hurry. Hermione paused before leaving, “Sorry about Ron, he isn’t usually like this.” I nodded to her, grateful that she got Ron away from me. A few moments after she left, I sensed that unusual emotion coming from Harry again. Curious, I looked over, and caught him staring at me. “Is something wrong Harry?”

“Wh-what? No!” he looked away quickly, turning an interesting shade of red.  We sat in silence for a few minutes, both of us deep in thought.

“So, Potter has a new girlfriend?” We looked at the open compartment door, to see a pale, blond boy with an air of arrogance around him.

I felt and extreme hatred flare in Harry, “What do you want Malfoy?”

“Oh, nothing. I just came to see if the rumors about you getting a girlfriend were true. I didn’t believe it myself, seeing as no girl in their right mind would be stupid enough to be with you. Apparently I was wrong.” He sneered. Harry stood up, pulling out his wand, aiming to attack this Malfoy boy. “I don’t think so Potter! If you haven’t noticed, I am a prefect, so anything you do, I can punish. In fact, I think I’ll punish your girlfriend for being such a complete idiot.” He looked at me, hatred coursing through him. “It looks like you like your hair, so I think I’ll just cut it off.” He drew his wand, about to try and curse me, when I grabbed my sword and put the tip at his throat. His eyes widened in terror and the two hulking brutes behind him shuffled nervously, not sure what to do. He backed away quickly, “You dare pull a weapon on me you mudblood scum? Eat this, DIFFINDO!” I heard Harry shout “NO!” when an unseen force slammed into my body. I hit the ground hard, trying not to scream. Malfoy looked down on me gleefully, before running away. I saw Harry crouch down next to me, “Are you ok? Oh my God, you’re bleeding!” I looked down, and saw a large cut on my arm. Harry was staring in shock taking notice that my blood was blue. “I’ll be fine, I heal quickly.”