𝓳𝓮 𝓽'𝓪𝓲 𝓪𝓲𝓶𝓮 || Harry Potter Fanfiction

what her life could have been

After they got off the boats, a half-giant named Hagrid led them to the front doors. 

The door swung open at once. A tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there.

"The firs'-years, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."

She pulled the door wide.

Hera felt a twinge of nostalgia pass through her as she gazed at the enormous Great Hall.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. 

"The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. 

The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something 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. 

The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be credited to whichever house becomes yours.  

The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

"I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor Mc Gonagall. "Please wait quietly." She left the chamber.

"I already know I'm going to be in Slytherin," Draco whispered to her, Pansy, Theodore, and Blaise.

"We all do," Pansy said, rolling her eyes, "Where's Daphne and Millicent by the way?"

"Somewhere," Blaise shrugged.

"Which house do you want to be in?" asked Theodore to Hera.

She froze.

Instantly, their eyes were all on her.

"Not Gryffindor," Hera decided finally. Dumbledore had controlled her too much in her last time.

"Slytherin would be nice because you guys are gonna be there but Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad." She was interrupted when someone floated through the wall. 

About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to each other and hardly glancing at the first-years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying, "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance –"

"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not even a ghost – I say, what are you all doing here?" 

"New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be sorted, I suppose?"

They all nodded.

"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "My old house, you know."

"Move along now," said a sharp voice. "The Sorting Ceremony's to start."

Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall.

The Great Hall was lit by thousands and thousands of candles which were floating in mid-air over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the Hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting.