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Chapter 3- The Sorting

Y/N suddenly woke up from her slumber to the pounding of her door.

"Y/N! You've got to get ready! You will be sorted in 15 minutes!" Goyle yelled.

"I'm up and getting ready!" Y/N announced. She scurried out of bed and looked in the mirror. It was a miracle that she hadn't messed up her hair the tiniest bit. She threw on a cute, plaid, and short skirt. For now, it was black and white but once she was sorted into her house, the colors would change. She then threw on a black, tight fit, long sleeved shirt. She slipped on heeled boots, and put on a dash of highlighter, blush, and mascara on her face. She looked at herself one more time in the mirror. Back in Beauxbaton, there were many cliques of so called "pretty girls." Y/N had been in one of the popular ones. Now that she has transferred to Hogwarts, she was now considered her own clique. Although Y/N didn't know, many boys stole glances of her and stared at her perfect figure. She had a great hourglass body shape, her skin was soft, her face glowed, and her hair was like no other. Many, if not all, of the other girls at Hogwarts haven't met these requirements.

Y/N opened the door and made her way to the great hall. In the front of the room, a chair sat in front of all the other students in Hogwarts. And behind that chair was a table which sat a very tall, brown, and wrinkly hat. 'How would a simple hat choose the house of a student?' Y/N thought to herself. The students quieted down as she made her way to sit in the chair. Instead of chattering and obnoxious laughing heard in the distance, there were mumbles and whispers filling the room. Behind Y/N, she can see all but one professor sitting. Dumbledore was no where to be seen. It was assumed that until he has arrived, she would not be able to be sorted.

Y/N grew bored. From a distance, she saw the friendly girl again, Hermione, waving at her. Perhaps being in Gryffindor wouldn't be so bad! Then she saw Potter, stealing a glance from her. As soon as their eyes met, he turned away. She decided to look somewhere else. No need to waste time on a pathetic lame-o. Her eyes wandered until she saw Crabbe and Goyle calling her name. They were jumping up and down like buffoons! Everyone was staring at them. Once she gave out a laugh and waved, her eyes went on Malfoy. He was sitting there with a smirk and once their gazes met, he pointed at the two and mouthed "you're really friends with these two?" and shrugged. She gave out a great laugh, but before she could say anything back, Dumbledore walked in and everyone became silent. Once he made his way to the front of the room where Y/N sat, he stood behind her and put and hand on her shoulder.

"Good evening and thank you all for joining me. I hope many of you by now have gotten to meet Y/N. In just a moment, the sorting hat will place her into a house, and she will see many of you in class. As all of you know, there are 4 houses to be sorted in. There is Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin." Murmurs and mumbles grew as Dumbledore grabbed the hat.

The eyes and mouth of the hat grew. "Ah, this girl is very promising. Top of her classes in Beauxbaton, makes an effort to look brilliant, and... oh my. Headmaster Dumbledore..." the hat said.

"Yes?" Dumbledore asked.

"Do you, perhaps, remember the tale of the two chosen ones...?" The hat asked.

"I do, as a matter of fact. Is something the matter?" Dumbledore questioned.

"3 years ago, I recall finding the first chosen one. Harry Potter, am I correct?" The hat said.

"That is correct." He replied.

"Well as it turns out, we have found our second chosen one." The hat announced.

Gasps and gossip spread around the room. The noises grew louder and louder. Y/N was shocked. 'Out of everyone, how am I one of the two to be chosen superior over others?' she thought.

"Silence!" Dumbledore yelled, "the sorting hat has more to say."

"Indeed I do. Mr. Potter and Miss L/N both carry many similarities. For example, they are both advance in great strength and importance. Both being in the same house would and is prohibited. Too much of one thing would leave the other houses weak. Therefore, Y/N will be placed in another prosperous house. As a result, you will be sorted in..." The anticipation grew inside of each and everyone in the room.

"Slytherin!" The hat yelled. Cheers could be heard miles away, as the students and Slytherin stood from their seats and clapped. Crabbe and Goyle were bouncing up and down from their seat. A sense of relief went through Y/N. It was over. No more worrying, no more cramped room, and no more worrying of Potter.

"May the feast begin!" Dumbledore announced.

Y/N sat once again in front of the three boys.

"I can't believe out of everyone, YOU would be the chosen one. You should've seen the look on Harry's face! His face grew so red in anger. I guess he got so caught up in his fame." Draco said aloud, while smirking.

"Yeah, Malfoy. Ought to be a slap in the face for him." Y/N replied.

"When are you ever going to stop calling me that?" Draco asked.

"Never." Y/N replied with a smile, and the four continued chatting away.

"I never knew there were 2 chosen people?!" Ron exclaimed.

"Me neither..." Harry mumbled.

"Honestly, what do you have against Y/N!? Hermione beamed.

"It's too complicated, Hermione. Lets just say that we kind of have a history." Harry replied.

"Well we mustn't dwell on such a topic, especially now. We've got a murderer on the lose looking to hunt you down. What was his name again?" Hermione asked.

"Sirius Black." Harry responded.

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