I looked out my window as the train came to a complete stop.
I had already donned my school robes that had yet decorated according to my
house. I gulped as I stood up, just wishing the entire sorting ceremony deal
would be over with. After all, I knew exactly where I'd me; Hufflepuff. My
father was a Hufflepuff, and his parents before him, and their parents before
them and all of their siblings, and so on and so forth. I was bound to continue
the Scryer legacy of Hufflepuffs; Scyers were only ever Hufflepuffs.

I walked off the train and took in the sights around me. I
could see the gigantic castle looming in the distance. I saw multitudes of
thick trees covering the hills leading to the castle like a thick carpet; it
was hard to see grass where there were trees. In fact, the only visible grass
were in clearings or along the paths leading up to the castle. All of it was so
much more beautiful than my father described.

"First years!" A large man shouted. I went in that
direction, as did other first years behind me. I felt my heart racing in my
chest and my palms start to sweat as I walked with the first years and the large
man. I gulped and sighed.

"Nervous?" a boy with messy brown hair to my left
asked. I nodded. "What house do you want to be in?"

"I'm going to be a Hufflepuff. All Scyers are
Hufflepuffs," I said.

"Ah," he said. "I want to be in
Slytherin." I nodded. My father would have considered it a sentence of
hate to be in Slytherin. However, over the years Slytherin has gotten a better
reputation. It's no longer considered a breeding ground for Dark Wizards, but
it still the most hated house at Hogwarts. We came to a dock with many boats
waiting for us.

"Six to a boat!" the large man told us. I climbed
into the boat with the brown-haired boy, as well as a girl with bright blonde
hair, a girl with dark skin and dark hair, a girl with long, wavy brown hair,
and some boy with white-blonde hair. Once we were all in the boat, we sailed
across the Black Lake (which I could easily earned its name; I couldn't see a
single thing in the dark, dark waters) towards the giant beast of a castle
looming ahead of us.

"I'm Tim Dorny," the brown haired boy said.
"Who are you guys?"

"Uriel Scryer," I said. The super blonde girl
looked at us and smiled.

"Lysandra Mitchell," she said. The brown haired
girl didn't look up.

"Evadne Ryan. Though most people call me Eva," she
said, her voice an almost complete monotone. The last girl let out a very faint
smile.

"Belladonna Travers. Just call me Donnie. I can't stand
being called Bella. It reminds too much of the flat, emotionless character in
the cliché that is Twilight," she said. I smiled and gave Donnie a nod of
approval. I had heard of that series and my muggle friends often ranted about
how stupid it was. Lysandra, Tim, Evadne, and the other boy looked confused at
the mention of Twilight.

"Is that a muggle thing?" the white-blonde boy
asked. Donnie nodded. "So you're muggleborn?" Donnie nodded. "Be
careful about who knows that. Some of these kids come from families who are
still pureblood elitists. Luckily, my father has lost that perspective and
accepts muggleborns and halfbloods."

"Who are you?" I asked. The white-blonde boy
looked at him and gave me a quick once-over. I suddenly felt extremely
self-conscious.

"Scorpius Malfoy. I've heard of the Scryer family.
Pureblooded until your father married a muggle," he said. I nodded.
"I guess I won't see you outside of Slytherin-Hufflepuff classes
then?"

"Most likely," I said. "Scryers are always
Hufflepuffs." Scorpius nodded, understanding the tradition of some families
to all be in the same house. At last we made it to the docks by the school and
I took a deep breath. We made our way up to the castle that still seemed to
loom over us. It was almost intimidating; I wasn't sure I would ever get used
to it. We were led inside the castle and told by the large man to wait in the
hallways outside a set of very large double doors. Soon, a stern looking woman
came through those doors and motioned for us to follow her.

I bit my lower lip and looked down as I walked through the Great
Hall. I could feel the eyes of the older students on us, wondering which of us
would soon be their housemates. I looked at the Hufflepuff table, trying to
figure out which of the older Hufflepuff students looked friendly enough to
answer my questions. Ahead of us, there was a stood with a ratty old hat
sitting on it. I immediately knew this was the sorting hat. "When I call
your name," the woman said, "come forward and I will place the
sorting hat on your head." She looked down at the list in her hands.
"Artelt, Madeline!" I didn't care about her placement. This Madeline
meant nothing to me. She ended up in Ravenclaw. She read down the list until
she came to, "Dorny, Timothy!" Tim went up to the chair and sat down.
The hat was placed on his head and remained there for almost five minutes.
Apparently the hat was struggling to sort this kid. Finally the hat made a
decision.

"SLYTHERIN!" it shouted. When it came time for Scorpius
Malfoy to be sorted, there were absolutely no surprises with the house he ended
up it. "SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouted. It figured; All Malfoys were
Slytherins, just as all Scryers were Hufflepuffs. Next was Lysandra Mitchell,
who was placed in Gryffindor. I guess I woudn't be seeing much of her. A few
more names were called and then Eva Ryan was called up. The hat barely touched
her head and called out, "RAVENCLAW!" I wasn't surprised in the
slightest.

"Scryer, Uriel!" the woman called out. I gulped
and made my way up to the stool. I felt the eyes of everyone in the room on me.
I turned around and sat down. The hat was lowered onto my head and sort of sunk
down to my eyes. It was both too big and too heavy.

"Hmm... another
Scryer. Little Uriel... I see they keep up with the tradition of naming
children after angels, even though muggle blood has made its way into the
family... hmm... You're fully expecting to be a Hufflepuff, but I don't feel
like you'll flourish in the way you can there... no, you're more suited for
SLYTHERIN!!!"

Cheers emerged from the Slytherin table. I furrowed my brow
in confusion. I was in Slytherin? Why was I in Slytherin? Scryers were always
Hufflepuffs... who knew the tradition would end with me. I nervously made my
way to the Slytherin table and sat between Tim and Scorpius. "I guess not
every Scryer is a Hufflepuff," Scorpius said with a smirk. I shook my head
and watched as Donnie Travers, the muggleborn, got placed into Hufflepuff. When
they reached the last student, the headmaster gave a brief speech and the food
appeared on the table. As I grabbed a fluffy, warm bread roll, I thought about
what was to come. I had no idea what would come from me being in Slytherin, but
I'm sure the hat had its reasons... right?

Who knew what would come from the next seven years now? I
mean, I'm not in the house I expected to be in. Perhaps my classes will be what
I expect. Whatever happens, hopefully everything works out for the better
instead of the worse.