Lost: A Harry Potter Fan Fiction

Chapter 3

Megan's P.O.V.

I didn't want to leave. Leave Skylar that is. She needed someone. Mother and Father haven't visited her yet, at least not that I've heard. Neither has Scorpius. I have been too sad to be able to change my appearance. My powers are out of whack and all wonky. My eyes are a sad blue, not sparkling like I would have wanted. My hair a dull black, not raven colored and shiny. 

In other words, I'm miserable. Why, why, did Skylar have to be attacked? Why not one of the Potters? I know that's harsh, but I haven't known them to long, and they are kind of perky, annoying, and a little pushy. And I had to spend like a week with them! There is no way I could be related to them! 

Or like live with them... God I have no idea on how Albus, James, and Lily do it! But anyways, I've been babbling too much. So we were on the train, but I was in my own compartment. I might have been crying, but I don't think I was. I was lost, away in my own thoughts, drifting, just thinking. 

Lost, and alone. My second half, gone. I tend to be a realist, smart, sly, clever, but never a Slytherin, brave, daring, stubborn, but never a Hufflepuff. I don't know where I would be sorted. Skylar could have calmed me down, only she can tell what I'm really feeling. 

I can keep my emotions inside of me, change my attitude. Time passed slowly, and yet it flew by. I left the train and gathered behind the other first years. I took this time to look at the castle. It was huge, beautiful, and magnificent.

But I kept my expression blank. We walked into the castle and I saw Hermione or Professor Weasley stand in front of us. She raised her hands to silence us, then spoke. "You will all be sorted into a house. Now follow me."

She led us into a huge room, complete with floating torches and four long tables which divided each house up. She began calling names off a list. I heard Albus make Gryffindor, and then "Malfoy, Megan!" I walked up to the stool and put on the old hat.

"Hmm, interesting. Well, no Slytherin for you. You aren't evil. But you're no Hufflepuff either. So, Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Let's see, Ravenclaw!" the hat decides. I smile, not much, more of a smirk, and head to join the Raven claws.

Finally, the sorting is done and we can eat. The food is delicious, but all I can think about is how Skylar should be here too.

They lead us up to our common rooms, and I'm surprised to know that the password is a riddle. A prefect asks someone to try to answer one, and I am picked.

"What is only broken when its name is spoken?" the painting says.

"Silence." I say instantly. That was easy. The painting swings open and we all step in. I go straight to my dorm. Too tired to talk or do anything, I flop on my four post bed and fall asleep instantly.

A/N

This written by Kyla, not Cleo, so the style is a bit different. I tried to set a sort of depressing mood just for suspense and yea... I'm sorry it's so short! Anyways, I won't write very much, this is mostly in skylarks P.O.V. It is edited by Cleo though. -Kyla