Mya Calyun and the Rise of the Dead

Mya Calyun is a witch with an extraordinary gift. She just doesn't know what it is. Mya is a one parent child, but right before she is to board the Hogwarts Express, she becomes a NO parent child. Mya will do anything to get her mum back, and find out about her gift as well. Then there's the fact that something, or someone, is rising... From the dead, or so who we thought was dead...

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3. The Sorting

 

Chapter 2

The Sorting

 

       Everyone exited the train, and awaited, whatever came next. The seventh years went first, then sixth, then fifth and so on, until only first years were left. It was like this for ten minutes, them awaiting their sorting, not in a rush. A large booming voice came over all of them, drowning out the small talk instantaneously, "Firs' years! Firs' years, over here!" A man, no giant, a large man too big to be a man and too small to be a giant yelled. His eyes searched the crowd, looking for someone's unlucky familiar face. After he couldn't find whoever it was he turned towards the strangely 'alive' boats. "No more'n four to a boat!" he shouted, causing Mya to turn around. "Mind yer step now!"

       Albus, Rose and Mya slipped and stumbled into the rickety dinghy. A pale boy, with blond hair approached the craft. They looked at him expectantly, beginning to wonder why he had come. He began to speak, then shut his mouth again, debating what he would like to do. "Would you like to come along?" Mya asked him, ending his agony and embarrassment. He sat down quietly and carefully, as if not to disturb the already moving boat. 

       "Hi!" she greeted cheerfully, extending her hand. "H-hello," he nodded his head, ignoring her sagging hand. She lowered it slowly, as if daring him to shake it now, "Um, what's your name?" this boy was going to be hard to crack. "Sc-scorpius M-malfoy." he stuttered, barely getting it out. "Cool, I'm Mya Calyun and thats-" "Potter and Weasel." she was surprised at his sentence, he didn't stutter once. "Oh! You two've met... Huh huh, um..." this would not go down well," Wow! Look at that!" she pointed toward the castle, thankfully coming into view. "We're almost to the castle... Guess we all better shut up now and wait for the groundskeeper to tell us what to do next." No one dared to speak, no one could really, they couldn't resist Mya.

       Finally off the boats, they walked through the pavilion to the castle doors. The large man knocked on the door and awaited it's opening. She squeezed herself in between the glaring Albus and Scorpius, pulling Rose along with her. "So," she said in a nervous casual tone, "What house do you want to be in? I've heard Rose with her any house will be fine speech, and Albus," he sneered at her, daring her to speak again," Um, Albus, uh the obvious, mm, Gryffindor. And uh, um, what house would you like to be in?"

       He hesitated,"Slytherin." She looked at him suspiciously, he wasn't-"You're lying." He ignored her comment and looked straight ahead. "You're lying!" she said, a bit louder this time. "You don't want to be in Slythering, so what house will it be Scorpius? Will it be Ravenclaw? Or Hufflepuff? Or, dare I say it... Gryffindor?" she gasped, for effect. He ignored her, once again, and kept walking. She'd had enough of this anti-attention now, "Stop ignoring me, or I'll make a big scene." She closed her eyes counting to ten. Silence. 

       Mya jerked at his shoulder, pulling him back to stand inches from her face. His eyes were closed, patient. She smile as he opened his eyes, "Told ya I'd make a scene." "Now, I've dragged you away from the group today because you are lying. I know you're lying because you hesitated. If you knew your definite answer... You wouldn't have hesitated. Would you?" she didn't wait for him to respond."You are going to tell me the truth right now, or so help me I will stand here all night."

      Scorpius smiled now, his eyes closed, as if he enjoyed the thought. "Okay," he started, "I really want to be a-a-a Gryffindor." she stared in disbelief, shocked."I-I always have, it's just. Um, my dad would k-kill me if he f-found out that I wanted to b-be a n-no good, d-dirty G-G-Gryffindor."he smiled sheepishly, embarrassed that he had even told her his darkest secret in the first place. "Wow," she said amazed. "Thanks for the truth... Now come on, let's get you into n-no good, d-dirty G-G-Gryffindor."

       They caught up with the group, no one seeming to have noticed their missing presence. They entered the castle a large beautiful place, and were lead into a small empty chamber. They filed anxiously in, wanting to be sorted. "Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonogall,"You will be welcomed with a start-of-term banquet in the Grand Hall. But before the festivities, you must find your rightful place. Do not take the Sorting lightly, by joking and trying to trick the hat, it can see your deepest darkest fears, and read your mind. The house that you will be sorted into will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room." she said something about a hat song, then continued about the houses. "There are four houses; Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has it's own history, but you will decide your own story here at Hogwarts. You are going to be in a year long competition among the houses. You will be trying to earn house points.  You will be able to earn house points by; good deeds, winning competitions, saving a fellow student from some dangerous thing or another. You are also able to lose house points though, by; rule breaking, fighting, unauthorized spell casting and other bad things." She smiled, or they thought it was a smile, her lips were pulled tighter than usual. So, I suggest you smarten yourselves up in the time being." With a swish of her cloak, she was gone and into the next room. 

       Minutes later the Sorting Hat was placed upon a stool, everyone awaiting its song.

"When you look at me,

All you might see,

Is an ugly old torn hat.

But most people know,

Like the grass grows,

I will always be there when you need me.

I sort you into a house,

That will decide your fate.

Gryffindor Hufflepuff,

Ravenclaw or Slytherin?

It won't be hard to decide.

Will you be,

Sorted into Gryffindor,

Where heroes are born?

Or maybe Slytherin,

The sly and sneaky?

What about Ravenclaw,

Where the clever dwell?

Possibly Hufflepuff,

Where the kind and thoughtful will be?

But no one will know until that moment,

When I'm placed atop your head.

I read your thoughts,

Your hopes, dreams.

To see who you will be...

So step right up,

Don't be shy,

I'm only here to help.

Promise me one thing,

When you hear my voice inside your head,

Just please, do not yelp.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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