Sherie P. Ghim

What if Harry had a twin by the name of Sherie, whom had lived halfway across the world with a muggle family until she is shipped to her "Aunt" and discovers she is a witch. Unaware of her brother, she goes through life at Hogwarts. What happens when she meets Draco Malfoy or her very own twin Harry Potter? While never knowing her own past...


3. Chapter Three: Thinking Cap and a Potions Master

      We are all led into the large, great hall. The four long tables surround us, engulfing us with chatter. I hadn't expected this place to be so large! Will stares in amazement next to me.
        "The ceiling is bewitched to look like the night sky, I read it in Hogwarts: A History," States a frizzy haired girl in front of us. I can tell she is a know it all already. I hope she doesn't get on my nerves to much. 
        I look forward and see an old hat sitting on stool in front of the teacher's table. Everyone in the whole hall starts to stare at it and the room is in a deadly silence until it twitches. Twitches? I do a double take and see a rip appear like a mouth and it start to sing...

        "Oh,you may not think I'm pretty,"
No kidding, I think, It looks like it was left in an old trash bin outside for ages.
        "But don't judge on what you see,
        I'll eat myself if you can find
        A smarter hat than me."
A hat being smart? How could that hat be smart? What is it supposed to do? give us a tour? This all very weird, but of course, I am in a wizarding school. This probably seems normal.
        "You can keep your bowlers black,
        Your tops hats sleek and tall,
        For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
        And I can cap them all."
Oh, I get it. We're going to have to wear that awful thing so we can figure out which house we're in. It suddenly makes a lot of sense.
        "There's nothing hidden in your head
        The Sorting Hat can't see,"
That line makes it seem as though the hat was some sort of stalker. It makes me feel much more anxious as we get closer to the sorting. What does each house mean? What does it represent? I have a feeling it shall tell us.
        "So try me on and I will tell you
        Where you ought to be.
        You might belong in Gryffindor,
        Where dwell brave of heart,
        Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
        Set Gryffindors apart;"
I wouldn't mind being in Gryffindor, but bravery can also mean arrogance. Not always a bad thing but I can see it getting rather annoying.
        "You might belong in Hufflepuff,
        Where they are just and loyal,
        Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
        And unafraid of toil;"
Hufflepuff seems like a good house also. I think it would be good to have some hufflepuff friends in the end.
        "Or yet wise old Ravenclaw,
        If you've a ready mind,
        Where those of wit and learning,
        Will always find their kind;"
I can see that in my future also, I love learning, I just hope they aren't all know-it-alls.
        "Or perhaps in Slytherin
        You'll make your real friends,
        Those cunning folk use any means
        To achive their ends."
I really think about this one. Cunning? that can't always be good and using any means isn't always the best thing either. I just hope I am not harassed in there. 
        "So put me on! Don't be afraid!
        And you won't get in a flap!
        You're safe in my hands(though I have none)
        For I'm a Thinking Cap!!"
The entire halls bursts with applause once the hat finishes. It nods itself to each of the four house tables and resumes being frozen like a stone.
        "When I call your name," Says and older woman with a large roll of parchment, " You will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted."
        I can feel my heartbeat escalate as I listen to her call a name and a girl walks up and places it on her head.
        "HUFFLEPUFF!" Shouts the sorting hat. The table on the right side cheers as she takes a seat.
        A couple more names are called but I don't pay attention. I fiddle with my dark brown, almost black hair. A girl named Lavender Brown becomes the first new Gryffindor and a table bursts into an extremely loud applause.
        "Davidson, Markus," Markus nervously walks up and places the hat on his head. It thinks for a moment and shouts, "HUFFLEPUF,"
Honestly, that is the perfect house. He's caring, hard working, all of it. It's perfect for him.
        "Davidson, William" Says the lady. I nudge Will and he anxiously walks up to the hat and puts it on. He flinches when it makes a small comment. Some got their answers immediately while others had the hat taking a little time to think, like now.
        "A brave heart but yet a cunning mind. I think I believe I know what to do with you.... SLYTHERIN!" It yells and I'm not very surprised either. Considering some of those evil pranks he can think up.
        Fred and George frown a bit but smile at William when he eyes them. I have a feeling they will use that to their advantage. Knowing they will want to know information about the house. I will have to warn Will before they approach him later.
        More names are called as we go along until finally...
        "Ghim, Sherie!" Says the lady.
        I nervously make my way up to the stool and place the talking hat on my head. I look at Will at the Slytherin table and he shoots me a thumbs up.
        " Hmm. A cunning mind as seen from her interesting thinking. An intelligent mind and brave deep inside," He pauses a moment thinking, "but I have the feeling you will wish to be different when you find who you truly are, to set yourself apart from another. You have talent," I am puzzled for a moment. I belong everywhere. Everyone looks puzzled, especially Will, he gives me an I don't know shrug because how long it's taking. Luckily nobody can here it.
        " SLYTHERIN!" It yells,
        I look at Will and he is grinning like a kid on Christmas and I find myself smiling back. I'm happy that I'm with him.
        "Granger, Hermione" 
        The girl from earlier practically runs up to the hat and jams it on her head, Ravenclaw I can almost bet."GRYFFINDOR!" Really? That's a shock. 
        Later, a rather plump boy ran off with the hat and had to go and put it back, making everybody laugh.
        When Malfoy later had his name called, he practically strutted to the stool. The hat had barely touched his head when it yelled, "SLYTHERIN!" He seemed very pleased and ran to the table, giving me a death glare while he was at it.
        As it goes on, a rather familiar name is called upon, "Potter, Harry"
        Right when he steps foreward the whole hall erupts into whispers and small talk. He places the old hat on his head.
        "Hmm, Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh my goodness, yes--- and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting... So where shall I put you?"
        Harry shifts uncomfortably and grips the stool, thinking intently.
        "Not Slytherin, eh?" says the hat, "Are you sure? You could be great, you know, it's all here in your head, and Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness,"
        I smirk when he states that. It makes me feel just a bit better about being put into this house. Wait, IF NOBODY CAN HERE IT WHY CAN I?
        "No? well if you're sure------- Better be GRYFFINDOR!"
        As the table applauded, I could here the Weasley twin shouting, "WE HAVE POTTTER!"
        I laugh and smile with Will while the rest of the table glares. Whatever. I think that it's funny. I do realize that Harry's sounded similar to mine. I am utterly confused as the headmaster gives a small welcome speech then magically, the table Is filled with food. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until now. Food........ is calling me.
        I dig in and feel bloated by the end. I ate so much that it's unreal. I realize it had been maybe ten minutes since we started eating. Go ahead, call me a pig. I don't care. Then I look up and see a professor with greasy black hair and a hooked nose stare at somebody. Then I feel it. A Sharp pain makes my head feel like it's on fire. What? 
        I groan and Will asks me if I'm okay,
        "I'm fine. " The pain had gone quickly enough I guess.
        The headmaster warns us about some off limits areas and started a song that I listened to and then we are dismissed to our dorms. We follow a so called prefect down to the bowels of the castle. I stare at the stone wall in front of us.  The older boy tells us the password and we enter the common room.        
        The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them. I was surprised by how grand it was but yet it felt so cold. He shows where our rooms are and we head upstairs to our dorms. Apparently I have to share a room with a girl named Pansy. Yikes, what a name. Along with some other girls also. The four-poster beds were huge and our luggage had already arrived. I pull on some pajamas and get ready for tomorrow. Our first day.
                          I had gotten up early this morning, pulling on my robes, I went to a couple of classes already to practice before they actually start. I really did enjoy them, I could hardly believe my ears a couple of times but I got used to it. We are only learning the basics at the moment. A lot of people, including Will, were upset about that fact but they are going to have to learn to get used to it.
        One thing that sent me into shock upon arriving were the ghosts. I had always been uneasy about that subject. The bloody baron had sent me into quite a shock when I first saw him, he can seem a little cold though. Sir Nick is alright I guess, he just wasn't very nice to Slytherins. Once he really got to know me he treated me like a Gryffindor. He has helped me along quite a bit since there are many halls and passages throughout the castle. It's unreal.
        I walk down the halls and when I enter a classroom, BAM! I'm on the floor clutching my side covered in gray dust. I look up and see Peeves. He is the poltergeist that has caused so much havoc upon our arrival.
        "Ashes, Ashes, we all fall down," He says, laughing like a lunatic.
        "PEEVES!" I yell angrily.
        "Someone's unhappy," He says smirking. he hears Filch's cat and scurries off. I better watch my back next time. I know he'll show up at some point. I hate Filch and his cat, Mrs. Norris. He always lurks the hallways to catch kids in the corridors who are late or out of bed. I had a run in once while I was lost and thank goodness Nick came to my rescue. I got away without punishment luckily.
        I had discovered there is a lot of History involved with magic. Mort then anticipated.
        My favorite teacher so far is Professor McGonagall, for sure. She was clever but strict, to me, the perfect combination.  She gave us a lecture right when we sat down and gave a demonstration. The most boring teacher was Professor Binns and he happened to be a ghost also. He spoke in a monotone voice and it was awful. It was hard to not fall asleep, and then there's Flitwick. He's so short that it's comical. He seems very kind and over excited about things.
        Now it's Friday, yay! Which means that tomorrow is a free day and I do believe my first potions class is today, I haven't had it yet I believe.
        Will and I have a lot of classes together which we were both happy about of course, who wouldn't be? He hasn't told anybody in our house that he was raised AS a muggle. I don't blame him either. We both sit down and grab some porridge at the table. When Malfoy comes in we both glare at each other. That glare is kin of like a tradition now. We do it every moment we see each other which is quite often, sadly.
        "I hear that Snape favors Slytherins in his classes," Says Will while munching on some toast.
        "I sure hope so, I'm afraid that I'll do horribly."
        "You'll do better then me!" Exclaims Will.
        I chuckle as we continue to eat. We hear screeches and the mail is drooped next to me by Maggie the owl. Same with Will and his mail carrier.
        In a pink envelope in untidy writing was a letter from Anna and with it, a letter from Auntie. I decide to read Auntie's first since she was just told about our houses by Will.
        Dear Sherie,
        I hope you are having an amazing time at
        Hogwarts. I understand Will's concerns about
        being in Slytherin. Yes, many dark wizards have
        come out of that house, including you-know-who,
        but aside from them being dark, they were intelligent
        and powerful and I believe can top all of them in
        good time. I am most curious as to why the
        hat had such a hard time sorting you...
        According to Will, Dumbledore didn't
        seem surprised, making me think he knows
        something that we do not. I am so proud of 
        you and do remember, your house does not define who
        you are.
                                Yours Sincerely,

        I smile through the letter. She actually sounds proud of me and I do remember Will writing to her the day after the sorting. I as also upset when I had heard about the many dark wizards coming out of our house but she has a point. Slytherin doesn't define who we are as a person. I read Anna's letter which I find quite sweet.

        HI SHERIE!!! I hope you are having a fun
        wherever you are in Scotland! I recently
        blew up the fridge when I got upset. It
        looks like I'm a Witch also! and it also
        looks like I'm coming to Hogwarts next
        year! Mum still isn't happy about the
        fridge but Oh well. What's done is done
        I hope to get a reply soon!

        After I had read the letters, I stuff them in my bag and get ready to go to class.
        Potions class takes place down in one of the dungeons. It was so cold and eerie as I entered the stone room. I see Harry and Ron and give them a small wave, which they return. I sit next to Will and of course Malfoy and his 'guards' HAVE to sit right in front of us. Just our luck.
        Snape walks in and starts the roll call then pauses at Harry's name. Oh no... If he is as cruel as he says he is that means this can't be good...
        "Ah yes, Harry Potter. Our new- Celebrity." Draco's gang muffle their laughs as he finishes the list.
        "You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion making," He begins. The entire room is dead silent. No one even whispered, afraid of having to face Snape themselves. I myself, don't want to be on his bad side.
        "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will believe this is magic. I don't expect that you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with it's shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses..."
        I am officially creeped out. Having that image in my mind is not pleasing. Why did he have to word it like that? It reminds me of mind control movies. I don't even want to think about it.
        "... I can teach you to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death- If you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
        Will and I look at each other. He looks utterly terrified of Snape. I think I'll grow to like this teacher, Maybe...
        "Potter!" Snaps Snape, "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Heck, I don't even know the answer to that and I read the book!
        "Don't know sir,"
        "Tut, tut- fame clearly isn't everything." I chuckle a bit at that. Poor Harry,
        "Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find a bezoar?"
        Hermione was her hand but Snape ignores it. Malfoy's group was shaking with laughter. I smack the back of his head.
        "Shut up will you." I hiss. He turns and glares but says nothing.
        "I don't know sir," Says Harry.
        "Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming eh, Potter?"
        Harry stares at him. Not even flinching or aware of the rest of the class's eyes on him. I feel so bad for him. I have a feeling this will never end.
        "What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood ad wolfsbane?" Even I know that one, they're the same.
        "I dont' know sir," He says, " I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?"
        I snicker after that and gives him a thumbs up while Snape isn't looking my way.
        Later we are all paired to make a potion to cure boils. Snape watched over everybody's shoulders, it was quite annoying. He was angered by all of them except mine and Malfoy's. Even poor Will was scolded. Will has showed fear through his work the entire time. He's been  jittery, I have been trying to calm him down some.
        Next thing we know potion is spreading across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes and personal belongings. In only a matter of moments, I was standing on my stool to keep my feet away from the solution.
        Boils spring all over a Gryffindor boy, making him moan in pain.
        "Idiot by!" Snarls Snape, clearing the mess away with his wand. As he spoke, the boy whimpers in pain as more boils appear. Snape orders somebody to take him to the hospital wing and he goes back to Harry. Oh No...
        "You---Potter---- Why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong did you? Another point lost from Gryffindor." Harry was about to argue but Ron kept him from saying anything. When class ended Will sprinted from the classroom.
        "Miss Ghim, a word please." Says Snape. Have I done something wrong? What have I done? Is he going to lecture or punish me? Oh no. I walk up to him slowly, clutching my school books against my chest.
        "Yes, Sir?" I ask.
        " Miss Ghim, You show great promise I will say. You being in Slytherin makes it even better." I smile as he continues. He still gives me the creeps but at least I have made a decent first impression.

After Snape was finished speaking with me, I practically skipped to class or wherever I was going. Oh... I don't have anymore lessons today. I decide to spend some more time outside. I tell Will that I want some alone and head out alone.

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