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Sorry for the long wait. Here it is:
"Mind if I sit here?" someone asked from the doorway. I looked up; a girl my age was standing there, long blue-streaked hair swinging behind her. She gave me a hesitant smile, obviously waiting for me to answer.
"No." I watched as she sat down and took out a Chocolate Frog. After a moment's pause, I added, "What's your name?"
She looked up. "Alexa McKenzie. Call me Lexie if you want." Lexie took a bite out of the Chocolate Frog. "And you?"
I almost fell out of my seat. I'd completely forgotten that I might be treated differently because my father was a well-known Death Eater. Trying not to look startled, I responded, "Ruby. Muggle-born witch. My parents are- are, um, doctors."
Lexie seemed interested, so we spent the rest of the journey to Hogwarts talking about doctors and what they did. It was quite a boring conversation, but at least she didn't ask any more questions about my parentage. I wasn't sure if I could come up with more lies to tell her.
"Hey, we should change into our robes," I said. As I pulled mine on, the train came to a stop. Witches and wizards ran past our compartment, chatting and shrieking. I sighed, then opened the door and headed off the Hogwarts Express.
"Oooh!" Lexie gave a tiny bounce. "The boats! I've heard so much about them-"
Once we'd sailed across the water, Professor McGonagall lead us into the Great Hall. There the Sorting Hat was, sitting on a stool and looking worn. I was so distracted by it, I didn't notice McGonagall beginning to call the names.
The entire school went silent. Even Professor Dumbledore, who normally looked friendly, suddenly turned serious. I went forward, wishing I could disappear and feeling Lexie's stunned eyes on the back of my head. The Sorting Hat covered my entire face, so that all I could see was the inside.
"Well, well," said a voice inside my head. "A Dalton, huh? I remember your father, Miss Dalton. He had one of the most wicked minds I'd ever seen- but you, no, you're different...."
I couldn't do anything but think: I'm not like my father, I'm not like my father, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!
"Hmm. I see, I see. Your true house- GRYFFINDOR!"
The last word was shouted out to everybody in the Great Hall. I stood up, walked to the Gryffindor table, and sat down, trying to blend in. I could hardly enjoy the feast; everybody, including the Gryffindors and Lexie, who'd been sorted into Hufflepuff, kept staring. When the feast was over, Lexie ran up to me.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded. "You're not Muggle-born. And your parents aren't doctors!"
I rounded on her, finally losing control. "I know!" I snapped, not caring that half the school had stopped to stare. "I know, okay? But if you want to know why- it's because I knew you'd react like this! I knew everybody would!"
There was a stunned silence from Lexie. Then she whispered, "I don't care about that. I just want to know I can trust you, Ruby."
"Okay," I said. Grinning now, I added, "C'mon. Let's go to our dorms. I so can't wait for our first lessons!"
I was glad Lexie didn't hate my because of my father. But there was still a huge problem....
She still didn't know my real purpose in going to Hogwarts. She didn't know I was a servant of Voldemort. She didn't know that I was a spy.
And she didn't know that I could be the reason for the destruction of the world.