A Muggle.... And A Malfoy Part8:Sorting Privately?

Created by Lil.Blue.Wolf on Friday, March 17, 2006

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A few moments passed and you dried the tears from your eyes. You looked at the green satin pillow in your hands and threw it at your door. A few seconds later someone entered your room. You looked to see it was Voldemort.

"What are you doing? I locked the door..." you told him.

"Locks are no match for me child. Now, I understand you and Draco had a problem tonight?" he said sitting on the bed beside you.

"Yeah, so?It's not like you care what goes on in my life."

"Now you bite your tounge! I know I have never truely been there for you, but you were still always in my protection. Your foster parents are a pair of my loyalest Deatheaters."

"Deatheaters? You mean they are your slaves, right?"

"Not just mine ~~~~~, now they are ours."

"I will take no part of your sick and demented ways."

Voldemort looked at you awkwardly. You gave him an angry stare. He sighed lightly.

"You have your mothers temper indeed. She wasn''t one to do anything without asking a million questions first," he said with a small smile.

"How did a man like you end up with a woman like her then?" you asked.

"Your mother was only half Muggle. She could do wandless magic, yet she couldn't work with a wand or fly on a broom no matter how hard she tried. Actually, I remember going all out to try and impress her."

"Did the stress cause you to go bald?" you joked. He laughed.

"No, I was actually a handsome young man back in the day. There is a picture in that drawer right there," he said pointing to your nightstand.

You opened and examined the picture. Your mother was very beautiful and you did have her eyes:Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting

Your father also looked like an actual man. His hair was black and actually there. You put the picture back in the drawer and closed it.

"What happened to her?"you asked.

"To who, Milly?" he replied.

"Milly?"

"That was her name. She was murdered a month after your birth."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."

"That is the past. Now try and get some sleep. I signed you up for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry today. Your fake name is ~~~~~ Malati Nolan. You're getting a private sorting to find your house tomorrow. You'll be in Slytherin I'm sure."

"Um, alright?"

"Good night."

Voldemort walked out of your room lightly shutting the door behind him. You laid down and turned the light beside your bed off and fell into a deep sleep.
Sorting eh?

"~~~~~?~~~~~, wake up!" Draco said shaking you.

You opened your eyes and yawned in his face. You sat up and rubbed your eyes. Blaise handed you a letter with a red wax stamp on the black.

"That's your Hogwarts letter, open it," blaise said.

You did and read it to yourself. You walked over to a closet in your room. You walked into it and grabbed a hanger with an outfit on it. You shut the door and changed, then walked back into your bedroom.

"Well, I'm ready to go to my private sorting now," you told them.

"Alright, lets go then," Draco said apparating the three of you to a place called Diagon Alley.

You stumbled forward a bit and ran into someone.

"I'm so sorry!" you apologized looking at who you ran into.

You were looking at a boy with black hair, glasses, and a lightning bolt shaped scar. He wasn't half bad.

"It's alright. I'm Harry Potter," he said extending his hand. You shook it.

"I"m ~~~~~ Sk..er, I mean ~~~~~ Nolan. Where do you go to school?"

"Hogwarts, I'm in Gryffindor. what about you?"

"Really? I just transferred there! My father wants me in Slytherin though."

"Oh...well maybe we'll get lucky and you'll get Gryffindor."

"Potter! Get away from her!" Draco yelled walking up to the two of you.

"You're here with Malfoy?!" he asked in disgust.

"That is of no concern to you Potter!Lets go ~~~~~."

Draco grabbed your arm and lead you to a building. You walked into a large cafeteria like room. Many strange looking people were sitting in the room.

A stool with an old tattered hat on it was in front of them. Draco motioned you to sit on the stool. You did and a teacher with black stringy hair placed the hat on your head.

"Gryffindor!" the hat yelled.

Draco's jaw dropped along with the stringy haired mans.
Greattttt......
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