The Blood of the Chosen One (On hold for now)

Chapter 3: Sorting

The small boats in which the children were, sailed by the night waters close to the Castle, which later would become their school. Cora was in one of the boats accompanied by Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, and Harry Potter. The young girl looked amazed at the enormous and magnificent castle, which approached more and more. It didn't take long to the boats to arrive at Hogwarts. The kids climbed a few stairs (which leaded to the first floor) but had to stop after some seconds, as a witch was waiting for them at the end of these. The woman was wearing a pointed black hat and an emerald green robe: she was Professor McGonagall.

-Welcome to Hogwarts. -said to them Professor McGonagall-. Well, son you will cross these doors to join your companions, but before that you will be sorted for your houses. -added the witch with a solemn voice.

"Our houses... I wonder in which one I'll be sorted", thought Cora as she listened attentively to Proffesor McGonagall.

-Namely: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. While you live here your house will be your family. Your triumphs will be points for your house, and any infraction will cause you to lose points. -mentioned Professor McGonagall while she watched the children with her shrewd eyes-. At the end of the year, the house with more points will be rewarded with the Cup of the House. -she explained. The professor was about to continue, when a toad appeared to her feet.

-Trevor! -the child called Neville shouted, while he hurried to gather its pet, making laugh a few pupils-. Pardon... - he commented after receiving a critical gaze on the part of the Professor McGonagall, he then returned to his initial place among the first year students.

-The sorting ceremony will take place in a few moments. Wait here. -McGonagall said before turning around to walk away some seconds later, with the purpose of arranging everything necessary for the ceremony.

When the teacher had left, all the children began to speak in an excited form and in wishpers about in which of the houses they wanted to be sorted.

-I see that it's true what was said in the train. -said a voice, making the crowd of wishpering students silent. The majority of them turned their sight towards a child that Cora knew, who was leaning on the handrail of the stairs-. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts...

As soon as the children heard that name they began murmuring surprised and full of curiosity.

-These are Crabbe and Goyle. -said the blonde boy before walking towards Harry and placing himself in front of him, while he gave a slight look towards the girl of the black hood-. I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. -he said, introducing himself to the boy who lived.

Ron could not help to stifle a laugh after hearing to the name of Malfoy and tried to control himself. On having listened to Ron's laugh, Draco turned his gaze towards the red-haired child and looked at him with a cold look, the same one that Cora had observed in his father, Lucius.

-You think my name's funny eh? -asked Draco-. I don't think I have to ask for yours: red hair and a hand-me-down robe, you must be a Weasley. -he mentioned with a voice full of aversion-. You will soon discover that some wizard families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. -he said to Harry, turning his grey eyes towards him-. I can help you there... -he added, extending its hand to the child of the scar.

-I believe that I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks. -Harry answered with a cold voice, refusing to develop any friendship with Malfoy.

Draco looked at slightly disappointed and hurt, as if Harry had shattered his pride by everymeans possible. After sighing, the child of grey eyes gave a look to the girl at the left of Harry: the hooded one that had known time ago in Madame Malkin.