Kassandra Bauer and the Philosopher's Stone (Book 1)

Chapter 3: The Sorting Ceremony.

As soon as we walk through the doors, there's a few flight of stairs. And there's one lady standing there with Emerald Green Robes, Grey Hair and a Witch's Hat. She's also got a very stern look. One of those Professors that you don't want to cross. Despite the fact that I was in Hogwarts however brief, I never really had the time to speak with any of the Professors. So I don't really know them. 

"Welcome to Hogwarts." The Old Witch greeted. I sort of smile in excitement. But there's also a bit of nervousness in me as well. "Now, in a few minutes. You'll pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses." 

And there it was. The Sorting Ceremony. The part that would determine what house you were in. It made me nervous. But the Professor who I would later find out is named Professor McGonagall continues. "They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each House has its own noble history and each produced outstanding Witches and Wizards. While you are here, your house will be like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your House Common Room. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule breaking and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points wins the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours." 

"Malaka." I mutter. I already see myself losing House Points left and right all because I'll screw up badly. 

"So... how do they test us?" I heard Harry ask Ron.

"Some sort of test, I think. Fred said it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking." Ron answered.

Of course it would. I start fidgeting with my thumbs.

"The Sorting Ceremony will begin momentarily." And McGonagall leaves the room. 

But my fidgeting stops when I hear a voice from somewhere. "So it's true then, what they're saying on the train." That voice comes from a boy with Blonde Hair, which is sleeked back and his pale skin. "Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." 

That makes everyone start murmuring excitedly. I can see Harry being a little embarrassed by all of it.

I can also see the Blonde Boy with two others acting like his cronies. "This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He's now right in front of Harry, Ron, and myself.

Malfoy? I seem to remember Ethan speaking one night at dinner about how they're a Pureblood Family with a lot of influence. That's how they were able to worm there way out of getting their justice after what they did during the war against R. And with the War against Voldemort.

Ron sniggers something and Draco turns on him. "Think my name's funny, do you? Red Hair and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley." He figured about Ron. 

"Hey!" I stand in between Ron and him. "You can't treat people like that." I snapped. 

That's when Draco examines me. "Greek Accent. Olive skin, dark long hair. You must be the Bauer's pet they brought from Greece." 

"My name is Kassandra." I corrected. 

"How about I call you what you should be called." That Blonde Haired Brat suggested. "The Greek Freak." 

I can feel my fists clench. Where are the Fates to drag this boy to Hades when you need them? I try not to judge people. But this person just called me a Greek Freak. Am I really a Freak? But that's when Draco turns to Harry. "You'll find some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He then extends his arm to Harry.