The Adventures of a Girl Who Should Not Exist (Doctor Who/ Harry Potter Crossover)

Chapter Seven: Not Psychic

Chapter Seven: Not Psychic

The train gave a loud whistle as it slowed. I could barely see the platform as it was fall, so night was falling sooner, and the thick steam from the engine obscured what could usually have been seen.

Natalie and I joined the throng in the hallway with our luggage in tow. Aroura had tried to come back but I just sent her away to the castle. Natalie had pocketed Boromir. His wrinkled face peeked out of the side of her black robe.

After we descended the train's steep stairs, we stood on the platform for a minute before we heard someone calling "Firs' years! Over her'!"

Natalie pointed in the general direction of the voice.

"Hagrid," we both said at the same time and then burst into another fit of giggles.

The great hulking figure of Hagrid lead us into small, not-entirely-trustworthy-looking boats.

All the first years quietly rowed through the black water, barely moving the surface of the lake.

We came around the bend and there was a collective gasp.

A huge, well-lit castle stood majestically before us, it's highest lights glowing on the surface of the water.

We all sped up, pretty much as a single entity, all anxious to get inside the castle.

Each boat pulled into the little boathouse on the side of the lake, and Hagrid led an unhappy trudge up the side of a hill to the big wooden doors. He knocked with his giant fist and they swung open.

A man in robes, presumably a professor, greeted us. He had a happy-yet-slightly-forgetful face and his robes, on closer inspection, were stained with dirt and all sorts of exotic colors.

Then the aroma of cooking food took over, and we all nearly drooled the whole time as we were led into a little side chamber.

The Happy professor quickly explained what was to happen next.

"Up at the front, up there, is a great big hat on a stool. You'll put it on, it'll think about you for a little bit, and then it'll sort you into a house. Our houses here are like your little family. They are Gryffindor, my house, "where dwell the brave at heart,"" he said to a gentle tune, like there was a song, "Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. You can win and lose points for your house by doing things. The house with the most points at the end of the year gets the cup. It is currently..." he paused for a second, thinking, "Gryffindor's, I believe. Anyway, step right into the hall and we'll get you sorted!" he said the last sentence jovially, and led the first of the group, Anthony Acornrow, up and out the doors.

Before me lay just about the most amazing room I had seen since the Citadel. The great domed ceiling looked like the starry sky above, candles floated in midair, lighting the huge room, and four long tables filled with black robes and golden plates lined the floor.

I gasped, and so did Natalie and some others.

Professor Happy, who's name I still did not yet have, was reading through the list alphabetically, as each student came up and was sorted by the hat, who spoke though a rip in the brim. Quickly, my name came up.

"Anonymous, Amelia!" called the Professor. I snickered. Maybe I should get a last name. I saw Natalie snicker as well.

The old hat was gently placed on my head and it came down past my eyes. Suddenly, I heard a little voice.

"Hello, Amelia. You ARE a strange case." it said quietly. "Well, thanks, I suppose," I thought back. "You have a very strong, old mind," it said absentmindedly. "Very strong. Stronger than I have felt in a very, very long time." "Are you psychic?" was the very stupid thought that came to me, and I projected it, hard, to the hat. A tad too hard. The hat felt like it was being yanked firmly away, but I held on to it. A flash of a burning Gallifrey, a darkened metal, screaming, sky, the flight from the war. "Not Gryffindor," I felt the hat think. That may have been a personal hat-thought. "Not Hufflepuff, too much of a rarity, Not Slyherin, doesn't want fame. No..! She's a RAVENCLAW!" It cried aloud, sounding exhausted. Before I could stand and pull it from my head, it shot off, projecting one thought to me.

"Not Psychic!" I heard in the hat's raspy voice as I took my seat among the cheering Ravenclaws. My tie and sweater turned to blue and silver and a plate appeared in front of me.

I only just saw Natalie's face before a Ravenclaw came in front of it. She looked disappointed.