Slytherins aren't evil. Not always.

1.-The School Enrollment Ceremony

I stood in a room next to the great hall with many other new students, waiting impatiently to get sorted into a house. I slightly rocked back and forth on my feet, I was so excited I felt like I could explode any second. Suddenly seven or six ghosts wafted through the wall and into the hall quickly. Of course the other first graders startled immediately, I mean, who ever saw a ghost before going to Hogwarts? I didn't even blink, I was used to them. I even knew most of them personally, I've been living here for quite some time. I'm Kathrin Eastwood and I'm eleven years old, just like the other first graders, except I'm adopted by a teacher, Minerva McGonagall. She's the Transfiguration teacher and the deputy principal of Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry...

"Hey, I asked you something!"

"Huh?" I looked up to see the slightly wary face of a pale boy with a peakish chin and blond hair, slicked back with gel. His gray eyes examined me disparagingly. Weirdly, he seemed familiar, but at the same time I was sure I'd never seen him before.

"I was asking why you didn't  jump when you saw the ghosts. You're the only one who didn't, it even seemed like you already knew them", the boy said, slightly bugged already.

"Well, I do. I've been living here for six years." I had explained this so many times, but I tried to sound not that bored. The blond boy stared at me, astonished, but he didn't have time to ask further questions because Mum (aka Mrs. McGonagall) walked through the door to lead us all into the great hall for the sorting ceremony.

Even though I'd been living here for so long, I'd never been allowed to watch the enrollment ceremony. Every year before I'd only been allowed to eat with the older students after the sorting. Just so it would be "more special", Mum had always said. Still I had been allowed to take part in all the lessons. Adults.

When we came into the great hall everybody went silent. Then the older students started whispering and I could hear the Weasley twins make a bet about which house their brother would be sorted into. So I'd been right about the redhead in the crowd of first graders. Nice.

In front of the teacher's table stood a very old stool with an, if even possible, even older hat on it. I knew the hat, I'd been to Dumbledore's office before.

Now Mum started speaking: "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted!" The hat had already sung its song: we'd be sorted in Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin or Ravenclaw, we should trust him, blah blah blah (I'd heard about three fourths of the song before, eavesdropping at the doors when I was eight years old, but I'd been caught by Mr. Filch, the caretaker). Mum also explained the house points system, but as I knew it all anyways, I didn't even listen.

"Abbott, Hannah!", Mum called. Now it all began. The girl put the hat on and, almost immediately, it chose: "HUFFLEPUFF!"    The Hufflepuffs started cheering and Hannah went over, the ceremony continuing immediately.

"Bones, Susan!"  -"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Boot, Terry!" - "RAVENCLAW!"

It went on and on like that for a while, then Mum called: "Eastwood, Kathrin!"

She looked at me, proud and full of expectation. she'd always told me what a great Gryffindor I'd be, of course, she was the Gryffindor house teacher. But the Slytherin house teacher, Severus Snape, was like a father to me and also wanted me to be in his house. That had lead to arguments between the two teachers so many times, I wished I'd just get sorted into Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw was not an option because honestly, I wasn't  as miraculously intelligent as those dudes and also not planning to waste my free time by learning (ugh, seriously why?).

As I had expected, the hat was quite a bit too large for my head and covered my eyes.

"Hmmm....You're very brave. But.. not brave enough for a Gryffindor..."

Seriously? Well, thanks.

"Soo....You're loyal. Loyal to your friends and fair to your enemies, but also deceitful...Yeah, deceitful and proud-"

HOw  tHe efF doES He evEn kNOW thOsE ThiNGs?!?

"-SLYTHERIN!"

Loud cheering. It all felt like a weird trance then as I got up and gave Mum the hat. I looked into her eyes...her look was still full of love, but also confusion, sadness and...disappointment. I was a Slytherin. I got into her enemies' house. I felt some sort of weird prick in my heart. I looked over to Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster, there was the same confusion in his piercing blue-eyed look, but also the hint of an encouraging wink -maybe? You never knew with Dumbledore.

As I continued looking over the teacher's table, Rubeus Hagrid, Hogwarts' keeper of keys and grounds, his puzzled gaze met mine. Just as Mum, he hadn't expected the short, brunette girl she'd raised to be a Slytherin.

Only Severus looked at me with pride in his eyes. He seemed really happy to be my house
teacher.

I slowly walked over to the Slytherin table on the right and sat down next to a girl my age that had already been sorted. I think her name was Bullstrote or something like that.

"Hi", I said.

"Hello! I'm Millicent Bulstrode. I'm a pureblood", she said proudly,"What about you?"

          A/N (Franka)

First chappy, whoop whoop! We'll try to update at least once a week and the next chapters will be better.

This is our first book, please comment & give advice <3