Vivienne Crescenda. Daughter to a muggle mother and a wizard father. Halfblood. Filth. Impure. She had heard it all. However what happens when she's placed in Slytherin in her 6th year at Hogwarts school for witchcraft and wizardry.
Who will she me...
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vivienne crescenda's pov
After all these years my father has finally allowed me to go to actual school.
A school for people like me instead of having to be home schooled by my parents. They always had a raging fear of you know who attacking Hogwarts again just like he did years ago.
I suppose their fears were always very valid I guess. Parents. They only do it because they care.
They care so much, that now, because of their choices, I literally cannot fucking socialise with anyone. I'm currently in line to be sorted into my house with a long line of first years and I think I'm on the verge of vomiting.
Nope. Not think. Definitely.
"You will be okay Miss Crescenda." Professor Mcgonagall reassures me.
I nod and smile back. My father was a Ravenclaw. I pray I get into the same house as him. He told me stories growing up about this place. Found it quite hypocritical really that he was allowed to come here but I wasn't, but again, my parents and their bloody fears.
The doors of the great hall flung open and we are all escorted inside by a rather large looking man with a beard the size of his torso. No exaggeration.
This is so cool.
I've always wanted to come here since I was a child. I received a letter when I was younger but my parents declined it obviously. I gaze around and my god there's floating candles!!! I read that in a book somewhere can't remember the name though.
My heart beat starts to pick up the pace as I take in the amount of eyes looking at all of us.
"She looks older." Somebody whispers.
"Who's that at the back?" A girl mutters to my left.
I avert my attention to the front as we all come to a stop.
"Welcome First years! Here you shall be sorted into your houses in which you shall spend the rest of your Hogwarts years in."
Mcgonagall walks up to the font and pulls out a chair and a hat. She grabs a list from Dumbledore-
"I will call out your name and you shall walk up, sit on the stool and I will place the sorting hat onto your head. The hat will shout out a name and you will walk to that table with the rest of your new house mates. Trust me, you will know who they are and where they are for, for anybody concerned." She smiles.
