Non Omnis Moriar

1: The Curse of Carrow

Hello!

Welcome to Non Omnis Moriar!

This took me the better part of my Nanowrimo journey and I have had this idea for a while. Hope you enjoy it!

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I stood at the foot of the stairs, leading up to the small dais on which sat the four legged stool. Atop it, was the ratty, heavy looking Sorting Hat that Mum had told me about. It looked as tattered as she had mentioned while helping me pack.

So, this was what was going to decide my fate in here? I thought; looking about to see if anybody else looked as worried as I felt.

Next to me stood a black haired boy, thick black hair falling into his eyes, glasses resting loosely on his nose. The thin line of his pursed lips reassured me.

"So, we just have to try it on! I'll kill Fred; he was going on about wrestling a troll!" The redhead boy next to him exclaimed. I peered at him; he'd definitely be a Weasley.

I noticed the other boy looking relieved. Typical, that hat was still worrying to me. What if it sorted me into Slytherin?

Weren't people worried about that?

My thoughts were interrupted once Professor McGonagall strode forward, her thin figure stoic as she held up a long parchment in her bony hands.

"Abbott, Hannah," she called.

A chubby girl with pigtails moved forward, looking pale. The hat was placed on top of her head.

HUFFLEPUFF!

I jumped, even as the table to the far right broke into applause. The hat was lifted to reveal Hannah looking distinctly pink as she rushed to the table. I saw the people come up to introduce themselves when –

"Alton, Roselle,"

I gulped, my head turning to look at McGonagall looking into the mass of students. I slowly took a step forward, my eyes fixed on the hat that hung from her fingers.

Shifting onto the stool, my eyes met the black haired boy's, an awkward smiling gracing my lips. His own twitched, returning the slight grimace in brief camaraderie before the hat flopped on my own head.

It was too big, coming down to cover the top of my head, stopping at the bridge of my nose.

So then, an Alton is it?

I didn't move.

Curious, I'm curious as to where I should put you...your mother was a Hufflepuff...yet, you...you seem mighty...unpredictable...should I say?

I remained frozen.

"You have a distinct air in you but should I risk it...? Might as well...you'll be...

GRYFFINDOR!

I sat where I was, eyes wide and gaping, feeling the hat be removed from me. My eyes met the anticipating students, specifically the table in the center that was clapping.

Shakily getting to my feet, I stumbled towards them, passing the mass of waiting students. "Best of luck," I whispered, feeling some of them nod.

The smooth bench felt comforting when I sat down, next to a noble looking ghost who smiled kindly at me. I smiled in turn, accepting the congratulations and welcomes that were thrown my way. Taking a deep, calming breath, I turned to look back at the Sorting. People joined various tables, Hermione Granger coming to sit in front of you. I shook her hand with fervor, she would be a good friend to have, I decided. We were later joined by Seamus Finnigan and Neville Longbottom.