You can threaten me all you want. I know I'm a bad, bad author. Bad. But seriously, I only own Elena. You know if you own a character, cause your either J.K Rowling or one of my fellow writers who posted a character on NEED CHARACTERS: for a harry Potter fanfic. Review and Elena won't feed your muse chocolate(It's horrible for Muses, makes them Really hyper).
After the Sorting Hat finished it’s song, Professor McGonagall produced a list and started to name off names.
“White, Laila.”
Up to the stool walked a small girl with long, curly brown hair and brown eyes. She looked only a tiny bit nervous as the hat was lowered over her eyes, but after a second, the Sorting Hat shouted out the name of her house.
“Gryffindor!”
Laila grinned weakly and stumbled over to the Gryffindor table, who were cheering loudly and applauding for their newest member.
“Dawnson, Chimera”
“Slytherin!”
The Slytherin table clapped loudly and gave her high-fives as she made her way to an open seat.
“St.Clair, Jayden”
“Wish me luck,” said Jayden, patting me on the shoulder.
“Gryffindor!”
Once again Gryffindor burst into applause and welcomed their new member.
“Nadine, Kendra.”
A pretty girl with blonde hair and big hazel eyes walked up and sat on the stool, sending a nervous glance out as she did so.
“Ravenclaw!”
As she walked to her table, she was politely greeted by her fellow… Ravenclawians, maybe?
“Callon, Valerie.”
Up walked a girl with the darkest, glossiest hair I’d ever seen, with big brown eyes framed by thick lashes. Her skin was an olive color, and she looked decidedly Italian.
“Raven-you don’t want Ravenclaaw, eh? Then better be- Gryffindor!”
“Greenwood, Pasific.”
A slightly chubby boy walked up, his shock of spiky hair dyed green at the tips and his eyes bright blue. His skin was pale, and he looked really nervous as he stepped up.
“Gryffindor!”
He sighed in relief, making his way to the Gryffindor table.
“Longbottom, Neville.”
The boy from earlier walked up.
“Gryffindor!”
“Weasley, Ron.”
“Another Weasley, eh? I know just where to put you… Gryffindor!”
“Chang, Cho.”
“Ravenclaw!”
“Abbott, Hannah.”
“Hufflepuff!”
“Malfoy, Draco”
“Slytherin!”
“Potter, Harry.”
A collective gasp came up from the students, and Harry went and sat down. Over everyone talking, I heard him whisper,
“Not Slytherin.”
“Not Slytherin, eh?” said the hat, “But you could be great in Slytherin. No? I know just where to put you… Gryffindor!”
Gryffindor burst into raucous cheering, and Harry was patted on the back by nearly everyone at the table.
“Malfoy, Grace.”
“Good luck,” I whispered, grinning at her.
“I’ll need it.” She whispered back, clasping my shoulder.
“Slytherin!”
She smiled at me and ran over to the Slytherin table, leaving me alone in a crowd of strangers.
“Potter, Elena.”
Everyone gasped more, and I heard, “Another Potter? No, it can’t be” “Not Possible,” and even a few, “Is she a fraud?”
Nervous now, I pushed my way to the front of the group and grinned sheepishly at Professor McGonagall. I sat on the hard wood stool, sending one last glance at Harry as the Sorting Hat was set on my head. Everything went dark, and I heard,
Oh, another Potter?
“Yes,” I said, “Harry’s daughter.”
Ah, So you’re his cousin.
“Yes,” I said, “But isn’t it your job to sort me? This is sort of a pointless conversation.”
Feisty,he said, stubborn, loyal, yet cunning. Good sense of humor. Gryffindor, maybe? Also Slytherin, or Ravenclaw-you’ve got the brains… Hmm- Where to put you? You’ve got friends in all three, eh? Wel, where do you want to be? He paused- Ah, to protect Harry? Gryffindor!
The hat was removed from my head, and Gryffindor was applauding madly, well the other houses looked angry at not getting either Potter. The Great Hall filled with noise, and I found myself suddenly sitting between two more Weasleys.
“I’m Fred,” said one,
“I’m George,” said the other, “I see you’ve met Ronnikins?”
“Ronnikins?” I managed to say, before Dumbledore stood up and started to talk.
“Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"
Food appeared laden over the tables, and looking, I saw some of my favorite foods.
“Bangers and mash!” I said, “and Cornish Pasties! Yum!”
I covered my plate in all sorts of food and grabbed a glass of butterbeer, raising it and saying,
“To Harry Potter, and the Weasley twins!”
Fred and George clinked their glasses against mine, and we started to eat. The food was amazing, like heaven on earth, and about halfway through the meal, a bunch of ghosts appeared in the hall. One of them, a girl with curly hair and wearing the robes of a Gryffindor, sat down across from me.
“Hullo,” She said, “I’m Dayan Aress. I am-er, was, a Gryffindor. Seventh year.”
“Elena Potter,” I said, nodding at her, “I’d shake your hand, but,” I motioned helplessly at her and she nodded.
“I know,” she said, “I learned that the hard way. Right, Fred?”
“Right-o,” said fred, “You were asking about Ronnikins?”
“Yes,” I said, “how’d you come up with that name?”
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Elena Potter
FanfictionElena Potter knows she's the cousin of Britains fabled "Chosen One"-she doesn't really care. All she wants is to keep her cousin safe, meet friends, and avoid trouble. But trouble seems to always follow those of the Potter family, and Elena is no...
