Ares jaw drops as she sees the large towers draped in ivy. The long tall walls resemble a castle and the rocky shore line resembles the one back home. The boats head towards a low cave and the four duck down to avoid the hanging plants. The boats begin to line up against a dock and the group gets out of the rickety floating device. As soon as Yuni's feet hit the dock she stumbles into the back of Blaise.
Turning around he huffs and helps her stand straight again. Smiling at the pair Ares elbows Neville in the side. Taking in a sharp breath he looks at Ares to see her jerk her head at their two new friends. Smiling as well he raises his eyebrows and she giggles.
"Oh shut it", Blaise's sneer breaks up the duo's laughing. A small blush can be seen on his ebony cheeks as he tries to cover it up.
"I think we're meant to go that way", pointing to a long set of stairs Yuni blushes deeply.
"Well let's go then", walking calmly up the stairs Ares turns and grips onto Neville's wrist to drag him along.
Letting out a soft chuckle Blaise follows the pair but not before sending a wink Yuni's way. Yuni's cheeks blossom with an intense red as she rushes up the stairs after her new friends.
At the top the four get pushed towards the middle. Behind the bushy haired girl and two boys. One of whom Ares assumes is a Weasley and the other Harry Potter.
As a tall lanky woman steps forward the group of first years fall silent. Using the silence to her advantage Ares begins to sift through people's thoughts.
"Trevor", Neville's body lurches forward beside her and the girl jumps back a little. Neville stands clutching a fat toad in his hands while mumbling an apology to the professor. Placing a hand on his shoulder Ares gives the boy a reassuring smile before facing the professor once again.
"The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily", the strict looking professor turns on her heel and slips inside the building.
"So it's true what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." Draco Malfoy's helmet like hair pops into Ares vision as he steps in front of Harry. The young girl is confused as Draco has already interacted with the boy at Madam Malkins.
"This is Crabbe and Goyle, and I'm Malfoy", the boy sticks his hand out before continuing, "Draco Malfoy."
Beside Harry the Weasley boy lets out a snicker which makes Draco drop his hand. The boy's face drops into a sneer as he catches site of the Weasley.
"Think my name is funny do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair and a hand me down robe? You must me a Weasley. You'll soon find that some wizarding families are better then others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
Harry's face hardens as he gives the boy in front of him an icy glare.
"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks."
Just as Draco is about to respond Professor Mcgonagall finds the group and taps him on the shoulder. Turning to look at her Draco retreats only to send one last glare at the trio in front of Ares.
"We're ready for you now", giving the group a tight lipped smile the professor ushers them inside.
As the first years enter the Great Hall they slow down to marvel at it's beauty. The long cathedral like room stretches before them. The high carved arches of the windows disappear into the night sky. The dark blue speckled with stars lies as a backdrop for the floating candles and banners drifting above each table. Said tables run the length of the room. Each filled to the brim with plates and goblets either occupied or waiting for a student to claim them. Along the middle between two tables is a path that leads to the far end of the room. A large window sits behind a shorter wooden table which appears to house the staff. Before you reach the staff platform a small three legged stool stands by its lonesome. The only thing nearby is the dirty tattered hat that graces it's top.
Mcgonagall stops the group a few paces from the stool and continues her walk. Once at the front next to the stool she turns back to the students and pulls another tight lipped smile.
"Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbldedore would like to say a few words."
As Dumbledore stands an unmistakable twinkle reaches his eyes as he starts his speech, "I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce. The first years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you that the 3rd floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you." Taking his seat once again the old wizard nods to his colleague signaling for her to begin.
Unrolling her parchment the woman addresses the first years, "When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Hermione Granger."
The bushy haired girl starts to the front murmuring to herself.
"Mental that one, I'm telling you", the Weasley boy whispers loudly to Harry. The latter nods his head distractedly as the hat begins to hum and whisper.
"GRYFFINDOR"
As Hermione jumps down practically running to the cheering table Mcgonagall calls another name, "Draco Malfoy."
"SLYTHERIN"
And so the sorting went:
Susan Bones in Hufflepuff
Ronald Weasley in Gryffindor
Yuni Gamp in Ravenclaw
Dean Thomas in Gryffindor
Seamus Finnigan in Gryffindor
Blaise Zabini in Slytherin
Alice Nashford in Hufflepuff
Pansy Parkinson in Slytherin
Neville Longbottom in Gryffindor
Vincent Crabbe in Slytherin
Thomas Couthe in Ravenclaw
Gregory Goyle in Slytherin
Henry Reid in Hufflepuff
Kensie Teller in Ravenclaw
Braydon Helter in Hufflepuff
And Harry Potter in Gryffindor
With all of the other first years sorted Ares sets her shoulder back preparing for her name. Mcgonagall looks at the list pausing for a moment before making eye contact with the small girl.
"Aresephone Young."
With a slightly cocky walk the girl settles herself on the stool. The hall breaks out in murmurs as the pure bloods begin to spread the story of how her family was once royalty amongst them.
"Hmmmm I never can get into the mind of a Young"
"I suppose you know why", the small girl whispers back.
"I do, but it always hinders my job. Like your mother surely should have been a Ravenclaw."
"No my mother's stupid bravery got in the way of knowledge and she suffered. Which isn't her fault in the end, but she was meant to be a Gryffindor, the house of the foolishly stubborn."
"Your words despite their Slytherin nature show your loyalty and patience. Your courage to defy my opinion leans towards Gryffindor. Your family has always thrived in Ravenclaw. The father of yours would surely love Slytherin."
"So your smarts lay within logic and not just legilimency, impressive."
"Hmmmm... let it be..."
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Under their control
FanfictionAresephone Young has lived alone most of her life. Sitting in an empty manor filled to the brim with magic she's never truly been happy. But what happens when she meets two rambunctious red heads. What happens when her father returns from his hiding...
