Thread: The Heir of Voldemort (Naomi David x SithLordOfSnark)

If you ever go to America, don't come with views like that. Specially in New York. You'll get your ass kicked. she spoke gently. Oh, they had their rich pureblood families, and half bloods, and mundane borns, but everybody was accepting in the American wizarding society. Views like that were not tolerated. The train came to a stop, and the adults started rounding up the first years. She made a face, knowing she had to go with the runts. She spoke,See you later, Draco. Might be Sorted into your House, never know. She walked by him as she got up, putting an extra sway to her hips, hoping he'd enjoy the extra chance to look at her shapely rear. She made her way to the boats with the first years. It was so humiliating, and she got a few funny looks, but off sailing on the lake she went with the first years. She was impressed when she saw Hogwarts castle. God, the place was magnificent and it reminded her of Ilvermorny in all of its greatness. She loved staying in America. The Americans were really nice people. She could feel the excitement, it ran through their group like an electrical current. She got out of her boat with the others when they made it to shore, and they were escorted into the Great Hall, where everybody was. Students and staff alike. There was a stool in the middle, and a really raggedy old hat on it. She fought the urge to wrinkle her nose. it looked filthy. Then the Hat began to talk, well, it sounded more like screaming. The Heir of Slytherin has returned to Hogwarts! The Dragon and the Snake shall become one to face our greatest threat! The Snake shall realize who and what she is, and face it with bravery worthy of Gryffindor House! The Snake will do away with her greatest secret to save the Dragon from a long fall! The Dragon and the Snake shall be victorious in their trials, but not without cost! The silence over the Hall was palpable. The teachers looked worried. Students looked terrified. Especially the older students. She'd need to ask about that later. She wanted to start dissecting this immediately, but her name was called. Mary Morgenstern . She walked up to the stool and the Hat as bravely as she could, with as much dignity on her face as possible. She sat down on the stool, the hat was placed on her head. Immediately, the Hat began to whisper in her ears... Hmmm, difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see, worthy of the house of Gryffindor. A good deal of cunning too, worthy of the house of Slytherin... Honest to a fault, worthy of the House of Hufflepuff... Wise beyond the years of somebody who just reached the age of wizarding majority, very worthy of the house of Ravenclaw... You belong in all of the Houses.... You're harder to place than Harry Potter, and he's in your year too... So where to put you... The Hat picked up her whispers of,I don't care where I go, I just want to make friends and make my House proud... The Hat spoke, Better be... RAVENCLAW! Immediately, the table on her farthest left erupted into cheers. She took the Hat off, and made her way to that table. She sat down, glad it was over. Soon, other first years began to get placed. Harry Potter was a name everybody knew, wizards and witches all over the world knew who he was. The Boy Who Lived. The one who survived a Killing Curse. The one who sent Voldemort packing, and he was only a baby at the time.