The Hat had finished it's song and McGonagall started calling off names.
"Finnigan, Shannon." The girl whom was speaking behind Becca about her father, Seamus, walked right up to the Hat.
"Hmmmmm, GRYFFINDOR!" The Hat shouted.
"Me dad was in this House!" Shannon told her friend as she passed.
"Grier, Hayes." Hayes walked up the steps to the Hat.
"Let's see, ohhhh! You seem like you are destined for Gryffindor, just like your brother, but... you... you can be a pain....hmmm, tricky.. tricky indeed. Let's put you in.....GRYFFINDOR!" Hayes trudged down to the Gryffindor table.
"Joyce, Claire." Claire had a lump appear in her throat. She whispered to herself,"It's okay. Nothing to be afraid of." She sat down and the Hat began to sort her.
"Hmmm, smart. Very-oh! Nevermind. But still...RAVENCLAW!"
"Marinia, Meredith."
"Hm-SLYTHERIN!!!" It shouted almost immediately. She smirked and skipped to the Slytherin table.
"Johnson, Marcus." A boy walked up to the Hat.
"HUFFLEPUFF!!" The boy walked to the Hufflepuff table.
"Rosewood, Skylar." Skylar was still looking at her dead friend when she arrived at the hat.
"Ah, the loss of a dear colleague, I see." All Skylar did was nod sadly.
"What was its name?"
"Ol' No Name." She said simply.
"No smarts, here. But, you do have potential at being witty. So, you'd better be.....RAVENCLAW!!!" Skylar's expression didn't change. She still stared at her arm and walked to the table.
"Smith, Rebecca." Becca smiled. She even saw McGonagall attempt to hide her oncoming huge grin. It didn't work.
"Ah! You aren't bright either. But you can be when you want to. So, you'll be....RAVENCLAW!" Claire and the rest of the Ravenclaw table erupted in cheers. Except Skylar. She was still looking at her arm bug. Becca joined the two at the table.
"Squig, Ryley." (Squigwritesstories)
"Hmmmm, brave! Oh, oh, my! GRYFFINDOR!" The girl bolted to the Gryffindor table almost too eagerly. The Sorting continued on till the last name. McGonagall then got up and clapped her hands together.
"Let the Feast, BEGIN!" Food appeared everywhere. Students were swiping good from all the plates. Even their neighbors' plates. Becca swore she heard McGonagall tell her neighbor,"I've always wanted (to use that spell!) to say that!"
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Becca Smith and the Beginning •Harry Potter fan Fiction• {COMPLETED}
Fanfiction11-year-old Becca Smith finds out she is different than her four siblings, one of which, is married and out of the house. Will she be able to handle the magic placed in her hands? Or will it be too over-powering for her?
