Prolouge (Short)
"Daughter, you cannot go to school with the last name Riddle. You will remain under the identity of Madison Greene."
"Okay Father." The 11 year old said. She left her small house that she shared with just her father and walked to Kings Cross Station in London.
She pushed her cart and held her ticket tightly. She ran straight at wall between platforms 9 and 10. She stared at the scarlet steam engine with the words "Hogwarts Express" written across the side.
As she boarded the train, she ran into a first year. He wore a pair of broken spectacles and had messy, black hair. She noticed the scar almost immediately.
"You're Harry Potter!" She shouted. "Yeah, and you are?" He replied. "Madison Greene." Harry nodded. "Nice meeting you, goodbye." He said
"Bye!" She smiled. As soon as she turned around she rolled her eyes. She rode by herself all the way to Hogwarts and rode a boat with some know-it-all named Hermione Granger.
She pretended to be interested until they were (finally) at the shore. She practically ran away from the girl.
When they were brought inside, she stood next to a boy named Neville Longbottom. The transfiguration Professor, Minerva McGonagall explained what would happen.
They walked into the huge great hall and stood in front of the entirety of the school. Professor McGonagall brought out a hat and a wobbly three-legged stool.
The hat began to float and sing:
It fell to the stool with a thump. A few names were called before Madison's was. She sat on the stool, expecting to be Slytherin.
When the hat said Hufflepuff she was shocked.
"Hufflepuff? You're joking right?" She said, "Nope! There must have been some sort of mistake! Try again!" The hat said in a small voice "No, you're definitely hufflepuff."
"No! The hat is broken I can't be in- ugh!"
As soon as the ceremony was over, she marched to her room and grabbed a quil and a piece of parchment before writing.
"Dear father,
Please read this entire thing to the end. I'm in a bit of a situation, what would you recommend? The sorting was today and I tried to call it's bluff! But that dusty old hat sorted me into Hufflepuff! Obviously it's wrong. We know I'm meant to be in slytherin! And I'll still open the chamber as soon as I figure out how to get in! You said that we're descendants of Salazar himself! So if you don't fix this I'm going to avada kedavra myself.
Sincerely,
Madison"
She tied the letter up and walked to the owlry. She tied the letter to a barn owl. "Take this to my father." She said. The owl hooted and flew out the window.
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The year soon ended and she hadn't heard anything from her father. Quirrell had been killed by Harry Potter.
Her father had told her to stay anywhere else during summer break, her coming home would be to risky and so she stayed in the leaky cauldron for the summer.
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