Annabel Potter and the Next Generation (the bad one)

Hogwarts

1

   "We'll see you at Hogwarts," Said Harry Potter to his daughter, he was wearing his muggle suit and held a backpack which Annabel already knew was bigger on the inside.

   Annabel Potter had turned 11 on the 23rd  of April and ever since she was excited to join Hogwarts and as her birthday present she got a beautiful Barn Owl that would know exactly where everyone was and would never forget a face, appropriately, she called it Bob. Bob, however, was not her favourite present, the gift that held that title was the Daily Prophet article about Umbridge dying the night before.

   "Bye sweetie," Draco said and kissed her forehead, he and Harry then turned and left through 9 and 3/4. Annabel smiled slightly and got onto the train. Sitting in an empty compartment at the back of the train she let her thoughts take over.

   "Hi, do you mind if we sit here, everywhere else is full," a girl asked.

   "Hmm, oh it's fine," Annabel replied. She was sad that they woke her up from a daydream about talking cacti.

   "I'm Emily," the second girl said, she had curly dark blonde hair tied in a tight ponytail.

   "I'm Amy," the first girl who had black hair and a side fringe. She put her backpack on the seat next to her, opposite Annabel.

   "I'm Annabel" Annabel introduced herself while shaking the hands of both other humans that existed inside that compartment.

  After a train trip of heated discussion about what t.v program is best, mio, moa won, they got changed into their robes as the Hogwarts Express pulled to a stop in Hogsmeade.

   "Let's go!" Amy said with excitement as she walked out of the compartment, the other two following her off the train.

   "Firs'-years! Firs'-years over here!" Bellowed out a large man that Annabel knew as Hagrid.

   "Hello Hagrid," Annabel said while smiling up at the half giant.

   "Hello Annabel, you best be getting on a boat now, Firs'-years on the boats, four per boat!" Hagrid yelled out the last part.

   Annabel, Amy and Emily climbed into a boat with a short boy who had ruffled dirty blonde hair and green eyes, "I'm Cedric, Cedric Oak," he said wearing a broad smile and an excited voice yet it seemed to hold a nervous undertone.

   If Annabel had asked what was wrong with this boy she would have gotten the reply "nothing is wrong, in just excited for... school" but she didn't, instead they all stepped into the boat, Annabel, then Amy, then Emily, then Cedric...

   Well, Cedric sort of danced on, his hands gripping onto anything to keep him steady while awkwardly putting one foot onto the boat, as this happened the floating piece of wood started drifting slowly away. Annabel thought he might split in two but before that could happen, Cedric pulled his other leg on and sat down holding the sides for dear life.

   They soon saw the grand castle that was now their school.

   Annabel looked up at the castle with wonder, she had never imagined it to be this grand or big or old-looking. Instead, when she imagined it she saw a tall clean and polished building or a shabby shed that was bigger on the inside, but she had to say, the real thing was much better, so much so she could hardly keep the grin off her face.

   Though that grin soon faded when she came to terms with what was inside the castle. Annabel was never really afraid of speaking in front of people or being the centre of attention, being the child of Harry Potter did include a lot of people knowing who you are, but she wasn't sure as to how she was going to be sorted and what house she was going to be in! This is what scared Annabel Lily Potter.

   The First-years were soon waiting outside of the Great Hall. After hearing what Professor Stephenson, the transfiguration teacher, said about the houses, the sorting hat and how the school house system worked they all began flattening their hair or sorting their robes out, Annabel doing the same.

   Soon the muffled voices on the other side of the door soon became an uneasy silence to the First-years. Professor Stephenson dramatically opened the door, her emerald robes flowing behind her. "First-years line up and follow me," she announced in a grand voice, her head held high.

   The First-years shuffled into line, Annabel stood in front of Emily with Amy behind her. They entered the Great Hall.

   Magnificent. That was the word Annabel chose to describe what she was seeing, floating around the room was hundreds of candles that seemed not to drip wax, the brick walls made it feel like Annabel was in their holiday home in Portugal. In front of them stood 4 long tables where the rest of the students sat. At the top of the Great Hall was the teacher's table and in front of them was a stool with a sorting hat on top. This is where Professor Stephenson stopped.

   The First-years stood in a line-ish, there was more of a clump of people at the front and some stray ones at the back but the teachers didn't seem to care.

   "When I read your name you will come up here, put the sorting hat on and you shall be sorted, you will then sit down at your house table," Professor Stephenson called out to the crowd of shuffling First-years, "Sophia Anderson."

   That was the first, Annabel didn't recognise that name or face, and as the children went to get sorted Annabel found she didn't know many kids her age.    

   She looked up to the teacher's table and found her dads sitting next to each other holding hands under the table. She highly doubted any of the other students were able to pick this out but living with them for 11 years helps to identify their romantic gestures.

   Draco caught her eye and gave her a reassuring smile as "Emily Granger," was called. 'Finally!' Annabel thought, 'Someone I know!'

   The sorting hat was on Emily's head for a little under 10 seconds when it called out "HUFFLEPUFF!" The table on the far right erupted with applause which left Emily a little flushed as she sped towards the table, fiddling with her sleeve slightly. Annabel clapped too, of course, just not as loudly or as enthusiastic or with so much motion, well maybe she didn't clap but that doesn't matter that much as "Amy Holmes," was called out almost straight after.

   Amy walked up, her hands in her robe pockets, slouching but she still seemed nervous. She sat on the three-legged stool, the sorting hat was put on her head and after nearly a minute the hat yelled "GRYFFINDOR!"

   Annabel started to get dizzy, as though she had just run about 1 mile when she was 10 and had only a small plastic cup of lukewarm water, but she didn't faint, luckily. Many more names were called out as she waited, "Sydney Kipper" was a Slytherin, "Fred Mill" was a Ravenclaw, "Sid North" was a Hufflepuff and "Cedric Oak" was a Gryffindor.

  "Annabel Potter," Professor Stephenson said. Whispers started to rise around the room but stopped as Annabel sat on the stool, everyone was looking at the girl and her two dads.

   Annabel was very aware of the students watching her but focused on the voice inside her head:
   'Hmm, lots of courage, brave but also cunning and ambition, hmm, what do you think?'
   'Um, I don't mind what house I'm in...' Annabel trailed off.
   'Hmm, do you mind being different, breaking tradition a bit maybe' The hat said, Annabel didn't know what it meant so said 'i don't mind' but what happened next shocked her, the students, the teachers and her parents.

   The hat called out "SLYTHERDOR!"