[On Hold] Draco Malfoy's Twin Sister

2.) Welcome to Hogwarts

Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter related, that is belonged to J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. This is for entertainment purposes only. The only character I own—partiallybesides the last name Malfoy—is Aphrodite Desdemona Malfoy, and any other characters I make up on my journey of this story.

Chapter Two: Welcome to Hogwarts

People around Harry and I were chattering like mad, buzzing about what might happen next. "I just can't wait to see the Great Hall," Hermione boasted to no one in particular. "The ceiling, bewitched you know? It reflects how it looks like outside. I read that in Hogwarts, A History."

I rolled my eyes and drummed my fingers on my legs. "Let's get this show on the road," I murmured.

Just then a tight faced witch came into the room. She greeted us with a tight smile upon her thin lips. Her hair was no where in sight under her big pointed hat with a wide brim. "Welcome, welcome! Settle down now." People were shushing people and dropping their voices. "I'm Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration professor. We are going to be entering the Great Hall and be Sorted. Now everyone get in a line, two beside each other!"

We all lined up, me and Harry in the back side by side. McGonagall, at the top of the line, led us into the corridor we came in and opened up huge doors. I presumed it was the Great Hall. We stepped inside and there were four long tables with second through seventh year witches and wizards staring at us as we made our way down the room.The ceiling, like Hermione said, looked like it had when we were outside. There were thousands of lit candles floating in the hair, glowing like everyone in the room.

We reached the bottom of the room and gathered around a short passage of stairs. There was another long table, this time horizontal. They were the professors, I presumed. Snape was sitting amongst them at the end. His natural frown turned upward, happy that he was going to get Draco and I in his house probably.

"Ouch," Harry said beside me while McGonagall was talking yet again. He was clutching his forehead were his scar was and staring at where Snape was sat.

"What's wrong, Harry?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"N-nothing," he said quickly.

I turned my attention back to the font where McGongall revealed a stool with an old pointed witch hat. It started moving and suddenly bellowed in a sing-songy voice;

Oh you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,