Chapter 5 - The Sorting Ceremony

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I watched out the window of Dumbledore's office as students fled into the school. Then, four flying horses flew through the air pulling a carriage along came to land in Hogwarts. After that, a large ship emerged from under the water and approached the school. Before I could ask Dumbledore about the ship and flying horse and carriage I was being whisked down to the Great Hall for my sorting. I stood outside the doors to the Great Hall with Argus Flinch, the caretaker at Hogwarts, who was to lead me into the Hall when I was called. From outside the Hall I could hear the first years being sorted, one by one. Then, Dumbledore introduced me.

"We also have one more student to be sorted, but she is not a first year. We will be having a new fourth year joining us this year."

Chatter burst among the students as Argus Flinch opened the Great Hall doors to reveal the four tables full with students, staring right at me. I walked down the middle of the Hall to join Dumbledore at the front of the room, spotting Harry on the way. I stood in front of the school as Dumbledore turned to me.

"I believe you wanted to say something?" He asked.

I stepped forward to face the crowd of students, waiting for my responce. Slowly looking around the room, I started to speak.

"You're probably wondering why I'm joining Hogwarts four years late." I began. "Well, it's because I've only just found out why I should be here. And I guess to most of you it seems I have missed three years worth of work, which I'll have to catch up on, but I'm already caught up. You see, I've come from an orphanage for abandoned witches and wizards. My parents were killed. Murdered by Voldemort." A few people gasped. "I was there when they died. I survived. But that can't be possible, only one person is known for surviving the killing curse. Harry Potter. But, his parents died when my parents died. His parents were, my parents. My name is Elizabeth Potter, and I'm the girl who lived."

The Hall was silent. Harry stared up at me in awe, previously unaware he even had a sister.

"You can't be, you haven't got the scar." A student said, his voice echoed throughout the Hall. The rest of the students agreed, but Dumbledore called for silence.

Everyone turned their attention to me, waiting for the proof I really was Harry's sister. So, I moved my hair on the left hand side of my body, pulling all of it to the right of my neck. Then, I turned my head to the right to reveal a small lightning scar, the exact same as Harry. A large gasp erupted from the sea of students.

"Do you believe me now?" I asked, proud of myself.

I stepped back and McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor, placed the sorting hat on my head.

"Elizabeth Potter." It said. "I've been wondering if I would ever sort you. You're just like your brother. You have a thirst to prove yourself and there is great potential. You have great knowledge and brave, I see, very brave. But are you as picky as your brother? No?"

No, I thought. The sorting hat can read minds so I spoke to it through my mind. Put me where I will do best.

"Well, it better be... SLYTHERIN!" The Sorting hat yelled, and the Slytherin table erupted with cheering as I joined them, sitting next to a blond boy who looked over to the Gryffindor table and smirked at Harry.

"Now we're all settled in and sorted, I'd like to make an announcement. This castle will not only be your home this year but home to some very special guests as well. You see Hogwarts has been chosen.." Dumbledore started.

Flich ran up the aisle limping, and whispered something to Dumbledore. Then left.

"So Hogwarts has been chosen to host a legendary event. The Tri-Wizard tournament. Now for those of you who do not know, the tri-wizard tournament brings together three schools for a series of magical contests. From each school a single contestant is selected to compete. Now let me be clear, if chosen you stand alone. And trust me when I say these contests are not for the faint hearted, but more of that later. For now please join me in welcoming the lovely ladies of the Beauxbatons Academy of magic and their headmistress Madam Maxime."

All of a sudden a group of french girls dressed in blue burst through the doors to the Great Hall, dancing up the aisle and releasing butterflies into the air. When they had finished they bowed and everyone in the Hall clapped, and a woman the size of Hagrid walked down the aisle, the headmistress Madam Maxime.

"And now our friends from the north, please greet the proud sons of Durmstrang and the high master Igor Karkaroff." Dumbledore continued.

A series of older boys walked up the aisle twirling staffs and stabbing them into the ground which created a spark each time they touched the floor. When the group of boys had reached the front of the Hall, Victor Krum, a famous Quidditch player, and Igor Karkaroff walked down the aisle to greet Dumbledore.

After the two different schools were settled it was time to eat. Food appeared on the plates in front of everyone and I dug in. While I was in the middle of eating a rather tasty piece of chicken, the blond boy turned to me.

"So your Potter's sister?" He asked. "I'm Draco Malfoy."

"Elizabeth." I replied.

"A lot of people are going to be asking a lot of questions." Draco continued. "If you're with me less people will be tempted."

"And why's that?" I asked.

"Lets just say... i'm not in everyone's good books." Draco replied.

"Oh yeah?" I said. "What about my brother?"

"Well..." Draco started.

"Well...? If you're not friends with my brother why should I be friends with you?" I asked.

"Because you're in Slytherin, and not Gryffindor." He replied. "Slytherin and Gryffindor are completely different types of people, you won't get many friends in Gryffindor since you're a Slytherin."

I smiled at the boy before me.


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