Meant to Survive

ℂℍ𝔸ℙ𝕋𝔼ℝ 𝕍𝕀𝕀-𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕒𝕥, 𝕒 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜.

ℳ𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒶 𝒜ℯ𝓁𝒾𝓃 ℬ𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒻ℴ𝓇𝒹

We walked up to the castle where the big doors were open. Students entered mixed up, everyone wearing robes with different colored elements. The castle look very old on the inside but as beautiful as on the outside. We walked up the stairs and were standing in front of the big doors beside which students gathered.

"Come with me," Nate whispered, grabbing my hand.

We walked up to a teacher, an old woman. She looked kind, but strict. Many little children were standing in front of her, as she tried to calm them down.

"Professor McGonagall," Nate spoke, nodding his head.

"Oh, Mr. Goldstein!" She exclaimed, happy to see him.

"I brought Ms. Marta Blackford, the new comer."

"Welcome, Ms. Blackford," Professor spoke, turning to me. I smiled back at her. Her smile was so pleasant and warm. "You can go to the rest Mr. Goldstein," she said, turning to him. He nodded and looked back at me, giving me a reassuring smile before leaving my hand and walking away. "Ms. Blackford, first the first years are gonna be sorted. After I will call you in and you will walk to the front of the room and sit on the chair. I will put a hat on you that will tell you which house you are to be in. Do you know anything about Houses?" she asked me.

"Yes, Professor. Na–Mr. Goldstein explained everything to me. We knew each other before Hogwarts so I had some help before coming here. I would not have found how to get anything if not him," I explained, fake smiling.

"Oh, that's perfect. Stay here and you will hear your name called. Then enter," she commanded, "First years, follow me," she yelled to the little children and they entered the hall with her. I stayed standing in front of the big doors alone. I heard someone speaking, names of the children being called.

After some time, I heard my phone buzz. Merikh said the called ID. I canceled the call and blocked her number, too. I let out a big sigh, running a hand through me hair. I put my phone back into the pocket of my jeans and started listening to what they said behind the big doors. I heard an old voice saying that we have a new student joining the 5th year and stepped closer to the big door, being ready to push-open it.

"Please welcome, Ms. Marta Aelin Blackford!" I heard an old man yell. I pushed the door open and entered the big room. There were 4 long tables where students were seated and one for the teachers at the mini stage at the front. I marched forward, not looking around, approaching the teacher table. I walked down the long allay that formed between the tables and walked up the small stairs. I sat down at the chair that stood next to Professor McGonagall and she placed a hat on my head.

"Another Potter? I didn't think there will be more anytime soon," the Hat complained.

"I am not a Potter. I am the older Blackford," I spat at it.

"Blackford? Oh, my bad," Hat apologized," I remember. Young muggle-born witch on Ravenclaw and a pure-blooded Gryffindor. Oh, what nice wizards they were. Strong and powerful. They were so joyful coming here, very different to you. They had such potential in them. But, you, aren't like any of them. You have so many dark and sad memories. I see potential in you–yes. Strong, very strong. And what is that? I feel regret in you. A wish of revenge and vengeance. I feel power coming from you, and also many secrets. But what is that scar of yours? The thun–"

"You don't need to tell my secrets to the whole school, do you?" I whispered, irritated.

"Yes, we can go without it. Where was I? Oh yeah, you have power. You have many secrets. You can listen, give advice, and keep it. You are ambitious. The desire to achieve...peace is so strong. I haven't met someone like you in many, many years. You are clever. Very. Just like your mother. Just like a Ravenclaw," the hat said and the table of students in blue all lighted up, "Brave, just like your father. Just like a Gryffindor," the table in red lighted up too, "But, you are cunning. Just like a fox. You know what you want. And something tells me that," Hat stopped,"you experienced a lot of death. You don't have a family, but you will kill for those who are still alive. The ones you love. And you won't hesitate. Could become a nice assassin. You are a beautiful girl. Half of the boys already laid their eyes on you...and many always did. Right?"