Chapter Two: Sorting Hat

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Lauren and I soon enter the castle in our uniforms, "so what house do you think you are going to be in?" I thought about it for a couple of seconds, "I don't know maybe Gryffindor?" Lauren smiled but she was about to talk I heard a group of boys harassing two guys, "hey man stop being a jerk!" I growled at the pure white blonde haired boy. The boy smirked at me, "well well if it isn't Y/N Black." A lot of people gasped but thankfully before shit got real Professor Mcgonagall walked down the stairs. "we are ready for you now," we all go into a big room but before I could enter Professor Mcgonagall pulled me aside.

"Miss. Black don't cause fights and leave Mr. Potter alone," I sighed, "I'm telling you my dad is innocent he didn't kill the Potters or give them up to you know who." She just shook her head and left into the big hall, "I believe you." I turned to see a girl with brown eyes and long brown hair, "thank you..." "Karla Camila Cabello but I prefer to go by Camila." I smiled and stuck my hand out but she just brought me into a hug. "Well my name is Y/N Black it is nice to meet you Camila,"  she smiled and we both walked into the hall together.


Everyone was walking up to get sorted then after a few people have gone they called my name, "Y/N Black?" I slowly walked up getting glares from some teachers. I sat on the chair and the hat was placed on my head, "interesting." The Hat said, "you are so much like your father that I can barely see your mother in you so I am going to put you in his house. GRYFFINDOR!" I smiled but it soon turned into a frown when no one in the house  clapped, "maybe I should have moved away with my aunt while I had the chance." I sat down at the table and watched as people were sorted.

"Camila Cabello?" The hat then said, "GRYFFINDOR!" As the hat said that the table lit up and everyone started to cheer. I sighed and Camila sat next to me, "remember you'll always have me Y/N because if it wasn't for your father my baby sister and I would never have been born." I smiled and watched the rest of the people get sorted.

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