The Lost Black (The Predestined Trilogy - Bk 1) (A HP FanFic)

Chapter 7: Welcome to the Dungeon

"What?" I gasped as the table on farthest side of the room cheered.

The hat was lifted off of me, but I was frozen to my seat.

Slytherin?

The hat sorted me into Slytherin?

There has to be a mistake.

"Ms. Black, you may take your seat." McGonagall said with a raised eyebrow.

Unsure of what else to do, I numbly nodded and scurried over to the Slytherin table. I glanced over at the Gryffindor table to see my friends looking just as shocked as I was. I met Harry's questioning eyes, and I shrugged back at him.

What am I going to do? Why was I sorted into Slytherin of all Houses? Hell, I would have taken Hufflepuff over Slytherin. I could have sworn I would be in Gryffindor, especially since Mom and Sirius were both in Gryffindor and I had Gryffindor friends. How was me being in Slytherin possible?

I found a seat at the Slytherin table next to a girl. She eyed me up and down before turning away with her nose up in the air.

Great.

I made myself focus on the rest of the sorting ceremony as there was nothing I could do at the moment. Maybe later I can talk with Dumbledore and maybe he'll also see that the hat made a mistake and put me into Gryffindor.

The two boys from Zendaya's compartment must have been her little brothers. Andre and Anthony Clark. Andre got sorted into Gryffindor while Anthony got sorted into Ravenclaw. I glanced down to see Zendaya's reactions and, to my surprise, she was beaming at them. Maybe she wasn't like the other Slytherins, but why did she get sorted into Slytherin?

The rest of the sorting went along smoothly and all the first years seemed happy to be sorted into their Houses, unlike me. Then the feast started. Food magically appeared on the tables and everyone dug in. I was hungry coming into the Great Hall, but now? I felt sick to my stomach and the thought of eating made me nauseous.

What am I going to tell Mom? Hey, Mom, train ride was great. Made a few friends and saw my first magical plant in action. Oh, and I'm a Slytherin. Hiss hiss. Love you.

Will she be disappointed? Will she demand to know why the sorting hat made a mistake? How will she break it to the Order members that I'm a Slytherin? And Sirius? I was horrified to think what his reaction would be to find out that I'm a snake.

I kept my head down throughout most of dinner. The Slytherin near me kept shooting me skeptical looks. Yeah, guys, I don't know why I'm here, either. I occasionally looked over at the Gryffindor table. As Ron and Hermione's back was to me, I only got to see Harry's face. Our eyes met a couple times, and each time they did his brows would furrow and I would just shrug.

Dinner felt like it lasted forever. Dumbledore made his speech after everyone had eaten, only to get interrupted by Professor Umbridge. She droned on and on about education and something. I was grateful that I remembered the gist of her little speech from reading about it: Ministry coming into Hogwarts and meddling with education, because government getting their hands in education always turns out great. I'll spare you guys the torture of rereading that toad's speech. We all know what kind of woman she is and will be.

Once Dumbledore dismissed us, everyone got up and started making their way out of the hall.

"This way, kiddies," someone called out, following a shriek.

I glance up to see the two Slytherin prefects strutting their way over to us. The boy was pale in every aspect of the word, even his hair was such a pale blonde that it nearly looked white. His sharp features and his cool grey eyes almost making him strikingly handsome, yet the sneer he gave me threw any other similar thoughts out the window and into the Great Lake and fed to the fishes. The girl with him was a bit thicker compared his thin build and strut as if she herself was the queen of England. She flipped her dark hair back and smirked at the first years, however when her eyes landed on me, that smirk turned into a cruel smile.