First Years -A Harry Potter Fanfiction-

My name is Miranda Malfoy, daughter of Draco Malfoy, former death eater. When I was 7, I realized that I could do things that ordinary people couldn't. I watched extraordinary things happen before my eyes, and listened as the foreign words rolled off of my tongue. My father told me of this foreign language, it being Possle Tongue. I am now age 11, readying for my journey to Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardy.


2. Chapter 2.

I listened to Professor McGonagal introduce the first years, sorting us each into houses. Lewis, Rose, and Albus were all sorted into Grifyndor, like their parents before them. The time had come for me to be sorted, and I did not want to be placed in Slytherin. I carefully made my way up the stage, hearing the whispering from the students behind me. I sat down on the stool as Professor McGonagal placed the hat on my head.

"Hmm, tricky, tricky. Great talent, I see. Bright mind, bright indeed. Brave heart, strong courage." The hat continues to point out my characteristics, as it was hard to place me. I kept repeating the words "not Slytherin" over and over again. My eyes remained closed and I could barely hear what the hat was saying because I was thinking too loud. Before I could gather up my thoughts properly, the sorting hat shouted Grifyndor, and I, as well as everyone else, was actually quite surprised.

I, Miranda Malfoy, was the first Malfoy in history to be sorted into a house other than Slytherin.

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