Well hey guys! :) I'm back. Even though I should be working on my other fics, this one begged to be read. With over 5,950 words (minus authors notes!) I think it speaks for itself. I have no idea why I felt like writing this; I just love me some HP crossovers I guess! XD Haha. Victorious is also a bit of a guilty pleasure for me. :3 So yeah. This will be starting off with Tori and Harry's first year, to give you a time frame, and it will progress form there. Sorry if I get a bit jumpy from one scene to the next, but I'm assuming you lot know enough about HP for me to not have to describe EVERYLITTLEFECKINGDEATAIL for you. ;) On that note:

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Victorious. They belong to J.K. and Nick. If I did own them, then I'd be messing around with Fred and Beck too much to care... Ehrm... Whut? :)


Chapter One ~ Tori

It was another one of those days where she wanted to disappear and never be seen again. Oh, that's right, if she hadn't been born a Squib then maybe she could learn how! Tori Vega awkwardly maneuvered herself out of the crowded living room full of her relatives and into the kitchen. Her mother was waving her wand this way and that, making cookies in the shape of badgers, lions, and eagles (no snakes in this house!) zoom out of the oven, the stew for that evening's dinner simmer hotter in its pot, and the radio (warbling Celestina Warbeck, of course) turn louder. Her mother caught sight of her and smiled.

"Tori, dear, do you mind taking the cookies off of the pan and putting them on this plate? That's a good girl" she said, handing Tori a plate with the Hogwarts crest painted in the middle, the four animals moving slowly in their places.

Tori sighed and took the plate. Her mother could have gotten those cookies onto the plate in three seconds flat with a flick of her wand, but they were always doing stuff like this. Trying to make her feel included and useful around the house, even if she couldn't do any magic. 'Well, it's not really helping that this whole party is for Trina's second year at Hogwarts' she thought to herself. Her birthday was in a week, and she'd be turning eleven. That's when she would have gotten her letter to Hogwarts, if she hadn't been born sans magic.

The thought alone, coupled with the Hogwarts House themed cookies and plate, pricked tears in her young eyes, and she wiped them away quickly to start moving the cookies.

Trina had not stopped ranting about Hogwarts for the entire summer. She boasted about how popular she was, how Hufflepuff house wasn't really that bad and that all the cool kids were in that house, and how good she was in Herbology class, and how she couldn't wait to try out for Professor Flitwick's magical choir class... The list went on, and Tori couldn't stand it.

Her family members mostly consisted of a multitude of Ravenclaws and a few Hufflepuffs here and there, and a rare Gryffindor tossed into the mix. Her own father was one of those few, and she was proud of him for it. Gryffindor, according to what all her relatives said, was the house of the bravest and most courageous, and she took special pride in her father for this feature.

She wasn't the only squib. Her great-aunt Myrna was a Squib, and she wasn't afraid to flaunt it. How she found the perks Tori couldn't fathom, but she'd have to adopt them sooner or later. Even though most of her had given up, there was a minuscule part of her that still hung on for that Hogwarts letter to arrive before September the 1st.

'Just one week away' she thought as she finished plating the cookies, 'and you'll know for sure. Just seven more days.'


Six days came and went, and on the morning of the seventh day, August 29th, Tori woke up and felt as if she was going to be sick. She stayed in bed for a long time, curled up in a ball under the covers and shaking like a leaf. She only poked her head out about ten minutes later, when her parents softly crept in with a floating cake in the shape of an owl (Tori loved owls, and she wished she had one with all her heart. But those were hardly necessary for a Squib).

Tori smiled and pretended to be excited, but in her heart felt like it was splintering into thousands of tiny little pieces. She got up and numbly got dressed to join her family downstairs for her birthday breakfast. She nearly burst into tears when she unwrapped her birthday present to find it was a Muggle school backpack filled with school supplies.

As she ate her eggs, which had no taste, she slowly began to accept her fate. She wasn't magic, not a drop of magical blood in her. She was an embarrassment to her family. She looked up at her mother, who gave her a soft smile of encouragement. Her mother, the Ravenclaw, ever observant and who knew her daughter all too well. Tori was about to get up and run to her room for some peace, when it happened.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a black speck out the window. She stared at it for a moment, wondering why it seemed to be getting bigger and bigger and... was it an owl? It got closer and closer, its wings flapping and Tori sucked in a breath. 'That's definitely an owl' she thought. It reached their window and Tori's father wordlessly went to the window and opened it.

The owl flew in gracefully, landing in the middle of the kitchen table. It held a thick envelope in its beak. The same envelope that Trina had received a year ago.

Tori's heart began to pound so loud that she was surprised no one noticed. Trina ruined the moment, of course, by saying rather obnoxiously "But I already got my school supply list!" and Tori had the urge to smack her, but only briefly because was that her letter?

Their father reached out and took the envelope from the owl, which hooted and snatched up a piece of bacon before flying out the window. He scanned the front briefly, before a grin lit up his face and he spoke.

"Miss Victoria Vega, The Vega Kitchen, Vega Household, London."

Tori's heart skipped a beat. He handed her the letter, and she took it gently and treated it with reverence. She nearly squealed when she saw the familiar crest emblazoned on the back of the letter. She broke the wax seal and pulled out the thick parchment. She let out a breathy cry when she read the emerald green words:


Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorceror, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards)

Dear Miss Vega,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than August 30.

Yours Sincerely.

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

She read the letter aloud, her voice getting more and more shaky as she progressed through it. Her parents were beaming at her, Trina was gaping like a fish, and suddenly she was so happy that she jumped into the air and let out a shriek of delight.

"Oh, honey, we're so proud of you!" her mother said, gathering her up in a fierce hug. Her dad ruffled her hair affectionately, that wide grin still present on his face.

"You'd better get into Gryffindor like your old man, eh?" he joked. Tori smiled even wider; she was absolutely over the moon with happiness. She turned to smile at Trina.

"Trina, I'm going to Hogwarts with you! Aren't you happy for me?" she asked.

Trina's response was to let her mouth gape some more, alternating between various shocked expressions appearing on her face. "But.. you have to be magic to go to Hogwarts! Mummy, Daddy, Tori isn't magic!" she spat out finally.

That stung. Tori's smile fell off her face and she stared at the letter again with some contempt. Was this some sort of prank? She felt the tears threaten once more, but her mother put a comforting arm around her.

"Just because Tori hasn't showed any magical ability here at home doesn't mean that she isn't magical. The second she was born, the magical quill at Hogwarts would have written her name down if she had any magical power. No one is allowed to look at it, I'm afraid, or I would have gone to Professor McGonagall a long time ago to check for myself" she explained.

"Trina, be happy for Tori. It's a very important and special day for her, so don't act like this" her father said sternly. Trina pouted, but she said nothing else.

Tori smiled shyly at Trina anyway, and held up her new backpack. "I guess I won't be needing these huh?" she joked.

"Merlin's beard!" her mother suddenly exclaimed, smacking her forehead. "We need to get to Diagon Alley! Tori needs school supplies!"


Tori had been to Diagon Alley before many times, but never to buy anything for herself. They had made a stop to Madam Malkin's already, where she had been fitted for her robes and they had purchased her winter coat. They were off next to buy her potions ingredients at Slug & Jiggers apothecary.

Feeling a little squeamish inside that shop, Tori was thankful when they left to purchase her books. She looked down at her supply list which said:

Students will need:

3 sets of plain work robes (black)

1 set of dress robes

- 1 plain pointed hat (black)

- 1 pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

- 1 winter coat (black, silver fastenings)

- 1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

- 1 telescope

- 1 set brass scales


-The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk

-A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

-Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

-A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

-One Thousand Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore

-Magical Draughts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

-Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander

-Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard

-The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Tremble

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad.


Tori was going to inherit a couple of Trina's older books, of course, but her parents were purchasing some copies of books they said she'd need to reference throughout the years at Hogwarts. Trina herself accompanied them into Flourish and Blotts with a sour expression. The bookstore wasn't one of Tori's favorite places at Diagon Alley, but since she had never bought spellbooks of her own before, she had come to gain a newfound admiration for the place.

As her mother ordered her books for her, Tori let her eyes wander around the piles of mismatched and crazy books. It really was impressive, she had to admit. She reached for a large tome having to do with some sorts of charms, when her hand collided with that of another girl's. She pulled her hand back quickly, and turned to apologize.

"Oh, that's quite all right" the girl cut her off before she could even open her mouth. She had sort of bushy brown hair, and a bossy air about her. "It's just all so exciting, isn't it? I mean, actually being here and buying spellbooks for school, you know! I can't believe it, personally, but here I am!" she rambled, but Tori felt as if she understood this girl perfectly.

"I know how you feel. It's kinda surreal" she said emphatically. The girl gave her a skeptical look.

"But you come from a wizarding family, don't you? You're wearing a cloak, and your parents have wands."

Tori nodded, not quite understanding what the girl was driving at. The bushy haired girl gave her a small smile and pointed to her parents, who were standing in line after Tori's own.

"I'm a Muggleborn. My name's Hermione Granger, and you are?" she said.

"Tori Vega. And oh, I didn't even notice. It's not a big deal. In fact, let me tell you a secret... until this morning I thought I was a Squib!" she whispered. Hermione's smile grew a little.

"Oh, I know we're going to be great friends! Well, it looks like you'll be going then, so find me on the train alright?" she said, as Tori's parents approached them, carrying armfuls of books. Trina was moping in a corner of the shop, of course, and Mrs. Vega had to drag her out.

"Sure, Hermione" Tori said, and with a wave, she followed her parents outside.

Their next stop was Scribbulus Writing Instruments, where they made quick work of purchasing quills, ink, and parchment.

"Well, Tori, this is it!" her father smiled brightly as they stopped in front of the shop that Tori had been most anxious to visit. "Time to get you a wand!"

They entered the dusty shop that was Ollivander's, and the little old man that had scared Tori last year when they came for Trina's wand emerged from the many shelves and boxes of assorted wands.

"Ah, Trina Vega! I sold you a wand last year, correct?" he began with a breathy sort of voice. "What was it... Cherry, Unicorn tail hair, 12 inches, and brittle?" he added. Trina nodded. Mr. Ollivander smiled and turned to Tori.

"And you must be Tori Vega? The one who cowered behind your father's legs last time you were in my shop?" he chuckled as Tori smiled almost imperceptibly; those silvery eyes of his were really unsettling. "I've been looking forward to helping you find a wand.. Now let's see..." he mused carefully over a couple of boxes nearest him, moving back along the twisted shelves as he dismissed unworthy candidates.

"How about... this?" he pulled a box out and opened it, taking out a rather small wand that felt odd in Tori's hand when he handed it to her. She had never held a wand before, and this was the strangest feeling...

She gave it a tentative swish, and suddenly the dusty velvet pillow in the front window display shot up and hit Trina square in the face, sending clouds of dust everywhere. Trina let out a shriek while her father laughed grandly and tidied her up.

"No, no, not this one" Ollivander said, snatching the wand out of her hand and replacing it quicker than a wink. She waved this one and it shot angry flames out of it, singing the wandmaker's eyebrows. He took it back and replaced it also. This time the water in the flowerpot spiraled out and drenched Trina from head to toe.

"No, no, not this one either!" the wandmaker (whose eyebrows were still smoking) mumbled, replacing wand after wand, each inciting new disasters. Tori was beginning to panic; would she ever find a wand or was this all a mistake?

"Maybe... this." Ollivander spoke with an air of finality, placing a long and thin wand in her hand. It was beautifully carved, the wood was smooth and the wand itself seemed to radiate a warmth that spread from her fingertips to her soul. She waved this wand and suddenly Trina became dry, the dust floating around the room (and causing many people to sneeze) vanished, and Ollivander's eyebrows became whole again.

"Ah, yes. I had a hunch..." the odd wandmaker spoke softly. "Rosewood, Unicorn tail hair, 13 inches, supple. A very fine wand, Miss Vega. Take good care of it" he finished, as her father payed for the wand.

Tori left the shop with a glowing spirit; she had just performed her first actual magic. She was holding her own wand. She wanted to just leap into the air with joy. Her mother gave her a knowing look and placed her arm around her.

"Last on the list..." she started, steering Tori towards Eyelops Owl Emporium. This time Tori really did let out a cry of joy.

"Mum! Really? I'm getting an owl?" she exclaimed. Her mother laughed and the walked inside. After much deliberation, Tori chose a lovely tawny owl that she decided to call SunShine. The owl hooted softly in its cage as they carried her out of the shop. Tori was so elated she couldn't describe the feelings with words. She began to hum a cheerful tune as they returned to the brick archway that led to the Leaky Cauldron.

She couldn't wait to get on that train.


Three days later, Tori stood with Trina and her parents on Platforn 9 and 3/4, grinning from ear to ear as she reminded herself constantly that instead of watching her sister speed off in the train to Hogwarts, she would be along for the ride.

With SunShine in her cage and her father carrying her trunk, she chose an empty compartment as Trina sped off to find her friends with their mother. Her father hefted her trunk on the luggage rack in the compartment, and Tori set SunShine's cage on an empty seat. She turned to face her dad, who was grinning at her again as if she had just won the Quidditch Cup single-handedly.

"Tori, I'm so proud of you. Hogwarts were the best years of my life, and so they'll be yours too. Remember, I don't care what House you get in" he said, seemingly reading her mind as she was brooding about the four houses and which she could fit into best. He reached down and hugged her tightly.

"But shoot for Gryffindor, if you can. You'd make a great lion!" he joked, ruffling her hair as he exited the compartment at the train's whistle. Tori stuck her head out the window when she saw her parents smiling up at her from the platform.

"Write to us when you can! We'll see you at Christmas!"her mother called, and the train started to roll down the tracks. Tori waved and waved until the platform was shrinking and it was gone.

She sat back in her seat with a sigh, the thrill coming over her as she realized that she was actually on her way to Hogwarts right now. She smiled to herself and looked out the window at the speeding city, which turned to countryside surprisingly quickly (she suspected that was magic at work).

Suddenly her compartment door opened and a black boy with dreadlocks who looked about her age poked his head in.

"Any room in here? My cousin Lee kicked me out of his compartment" he said. He seemed friendly enough.

"Sure, come on in" Tori said with an amicable tone. The boy smiled and dragged his trunk and owl cage in with some difficulty, so Tori rose to help him. She set his screech owl next to SunShine as he struggled to lift his trunk onto the luggage rack. She reached up to push it onto the rack, and he smiled.

"Thanks, girl!" he said, and sat down with a huff. "I'm André. André Harris. And you are?' he asked, extending his hand.

"Tori Vega" she replied, shaking his firmly and grinning. They talked about Hogwarts, then, and the different classes and stories of professors they had heard from relatives, houses, and of course Quidditch and how exciting that was going to be. By that time they realized that it was already lunch time, and the food trolly was making its way towards their compartment.

"I'll have a ham sandwich, some crisps, a box of Bertie Bott's, and some chocolate frogs" Tori asked the kind little old witch, who gave her her food. She payed while André ordered his, and they sat down to lunch. They had some fun trying out the wacky flavors of Bertie Bott's Beans, Tori receiving flavors such as dirt, cat food, and flamingo, while André got the famous bogey, brussel sprouts, and mushroom.

Their compartment door was opened again just as André was braving an odd colored tan bean, and Tori looked over and smiled excitedly.

"Hermione! Come join us!" she exclaimed to the bushy haired witch. Hermione smiled tightly at André, for his expression was akin to that of someone who had recently consumed a lemon.

"All my stuff is in a different compartment, but I can go get it later. Anyway, more importantly, has either of you seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one."

"Nope, sorry. If we find it I'll let you know" Tori replied while contemplating a purple colored bean. Hermione sighed and turned to exit the compartment.

"Well, I'd best be off. I promised I'd help him find it" she said pointedly, and Tori pretended to be interested in other sorts of beans as she didn't really want to help Hermione find the toad. She was having too much fun with André.

"Okay, well come back when you can! Hopefully we'll get to chat some more before we get to Hogwarts!" she said, feeling rather guilty yet not minding so much. Hermione huffed but waved all the same, and continued down the train.

Tori and André then took out their wands to admire them and test them out, attempting to do any sort of magic. André's wand was made of Holly, it's core was dragon heartstring, it was 13 and 1/4 inches, and he told her that Ollivander had described it as 'pliable'. Tori thought it rather suited him, and they both waved their wands in a various manner of motions and mumbled crazy little incantations (garbled versions of Trina's homework practice and André's cousin Lee's as well) until each of them managed to suddenly make a Bertie Bott's bean fly across the compartment.

It grew dark soon, with the sun beginning its descent into an orange sky. Hermione returned by then wearing her Hogwarts robes; she shrieked when she found them still in Muggle clothing.

"Quick, change! I expect we'll be at Hogwarts soon" she said bossily, and Tori and André scrambled for their trunks. They pulled on their vests and black outer robes, and standard issue black tie for un-Sorted first years. The train came to a stop and Tori squealed with excitement.

They lugged their trunks and owls onto Hogsmeade station's platform, and were greeted by an immense giant of a man, who Tori remembered was called Hagrid from what her family had told her.

"Firs' years, over here! Firs' years here!" he called out. Tori and her friends scuttled over to him quickly, and were joined by a group of many others who all looked their age. "Now, git four of yeh to a boat! Hurry, now!" Hagrid instructed. Tori gasped when she saw the line of tiny little boats that would take them to the castle. Trina had described it to her with relish, but experiencing it for herself would be a whole new thing.

She climbed into a boat with André, and she turned to see if Hermione was behind her, but somehow she had gotten pushed into a boat with a somewhat chubby boy, a ginger haired boy, and a boy with untidy black hair and glasses. A small girl with a shock of long red hair climbed into Tori's boat, followed by a handsome boy with wavy black hair.

"Hello! I'm Cat" the girl said brightly. "And this is Beckett, but he goes by Beck. We're best friends" she spoke. She had an odd aura about her, although Tori felt that she had a sweet disposition. Beck seemed friendly and extremely intelligent, so Tori was a little intimidated by him.

"I'm André, nice to meet you" André said.

"And I'm Tori" Tori finished with a smile, just as the boat began to move. They drifted for a while, with Cat humming something Tori didn't recognize and soon Beck joined her. Suddenly, a view so spectacular erupted in front of them and a collective gasp of surprise came from all the first years in the boats.

Hogwarts castle was magnificent, a fabulous structure that took Tori's breath away and sped up her heartbeat. She and André shared an excited glance as they neared the glittering windows and high turrets.

They pulled up the boats to the underground entrance from the lake, and Tori and her companions climbed out and up the stairs that led into the Entrance Hall. She wished she had about eight more eyes. There was so much to take in, she knew there was no way she could expect to see everything about the castle while she was so excited. And nervous, come to think of it. She was about to be Sorted!

An austere and stern witch suddenly appeared from around the corner, and the chattering coming from the other first years diminished at once.

"I am Professor McGonagall, Transfiguration teacher here at Hogwarts. Welcome. The start of term banquet will begin shortly, but first you must be sorted into your houses. There are four houses, called Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. While you are here, your house will be like your family. Triumphs will earn you house points, while rule-breaking will lose you points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points in their hourglass" she said, indicating four enormous hourglasses against the wall opposite them "will be awarded the House Cup. The Sorting will take place shortly, in the meantime I suggest you smarten yourselves up before we go inside."

Tori nervously fixed her hair and she noticed André and Beck smoothing their robes; Cat seemed unfazed. They organized themselves into two lines, throughout which there was much confusion and bustle.

"All right, we are ready for you. Follow me" Professor McGonagall spoke, and she led them to some double doors that opened of their own accord; they began walking into the Great Hall, which was so impressive that Tori felt she was gaping like an idiot.

There were four long tables, one for each house, and one other at the end facing horizontally which seated the teachers. The enchanted ceiling she had heard so much about was glistening with floating candles, reflecting the outside sky. Tori saw her sister out of the corner of her eye, sitting among her fellow Hufflepuffs clad in yellow and black. Surprisingly, Trina actually gave her a small smile.

They reached the platform before the teacher's table where McGonagall halted, and stood on the steps facing them. The hat then began to sing about the different Houses, and Tori waited apprehensively for the song to finish so that she wasn't waiting any longer.

"Now when I call your name, you will step forward and place the Sorting Hat on your head. Then, you will be Sorted into your new House." She unrolled the scroll she was carrying. "Abbott, Hannah!"

A blonde girl with pigtails stumbled forward and placed the hat on her head. A moment later...


Cheers from the Hufflepuff table, where Trina was clapping along with her housemates. Hannah Abbott went to sit with them, and McGonagall called out the next name.

"Bones, Susan!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted again, and Susan ran off to sit by Hannah.

"Boot, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!" the blue table erupted in cheers, and Terry went to go sit with them.

"Brocklehurst, Mandy!"


"Brown, Lavender!"

"GRYFFINDOR!" This time, the scarlet and gold table clapped and cheered. Tori looked at it longingly, remembering her father's words and thinking of him.

"Bulstrode, Millicent!"

"SLYTHERIN!" Tori looked over at the silver and green table, which was filled with rather frightening and unpleasant looking people. She shuddered.

After 'Cornfoot, Stephen', 'Corner, Michael', and 'Edgecombe, Marietta' were made Ravenclaws, 'Finch-Fletchely, Justin' a Hufflepuff, 'Finnigan, Seamus' a Gryffindor, and 'Goldstein, Anthony' another Ravenclaw, it was Hermione's turn.

She eagerly rushed up to the stool, sat down and jammed the hat on her head. After a few seconds, the hat proclaimed her a Gryffindor and she beamed, going to sit down at the cheering table as Tori clapped loudly for her also.

"Harris, André!"

Tori gave her friend's arm a comforting squeeze as he went nervously up to the stool. He placed the hat on his head and after almost no hesitation, the hat shouted "GRYFFINDOR!"

André, smiling, left the stool and gave a quick wave to Tori, who was cheering for him also. She was now getting a bit worried, however, as two of her closer friends were now in Gryffindor and she didn't think she'd get in. She'd probably be a Hufflepuff like Trina.

Next was 'Longbottom, Neville', who Tori recognized as the boy who had lost his toad. He was made a Gryffindor also, after much deliberation from the hat. Following was 'MacDougal, Morag' and 'MacMillan, Ernie' who were both put in Hufflepuff, then an arrogant looking blonde boy 'Malfoy, Draco' who was placed in Slytherin before the hat had time to graze his head. Another Slytherin followed him, 'Nott, Theodore'.

"Oliver, Beckett!"

Beck walked up to the stool with a shy and reassuring smile to Cat, whose lip was wobbling a bit. She was obviously worrying for the same reasons that Tori was, that she would get separated from her friends.

"RAVENCLAW!" the hat declared, and Beck walked off to the Ravenclaw table with a sad little glance to Cat, who let out a small wail. Tori turned to her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder as the redheaded girl sniffled "I know I'll be in Hufflepuff, I just know it... I wanted to be with Beck, he's my best friend..." and to Tori's surprise it seemed that her hair was darkening in color on the spot.

The next girl, 'Parkinson, Pansy' was made a Slytherin, followed by twins, 'Patil, Padma' and 'Patil, Parvati' who were placed in Ravenclaw and Gryffindor respectively. They were followed by 'Perks, Sally-Anne' who was made a Ravenclaw, and then...

"Potter, Harry!"

The Great Hall was suddenly abuzz with whispers, and for good reason. Tori craned her neck for a better look at the Boy-Who-Lived; she had heard many stories about him from her parents, who had been at school with his parents when they were at Hogwarts. He was the boy with untidy black hair and glasses that she had seen in the boat, and Tori could just make out the lightning shaped scar on his forehead right before the hat dropped over his eyes.

After a few moments of tense silence...


The gold and red table exploded with the loudest cheer yet, and Tori couldn't help smiling and clapping a little herself. Following Harry was 'Shapiro, Robert' who looked a bit like him, actually. He had curly dark hair and rectangular glasses. He was made a Ravenclaw, and went to sit by Beck.

Next were 'Smith, Zacharias' who was made a Hufflepuff, 'Thomas, Dean' who was made a Gryffindor, and 'Turpin, Lisa' who was placed in Ravenclaw.

"Valentine, Caterina!"

Tori gave Cat's shoulder a squeeze as Cat composed herself and went up to the stool with a serene smile on her face, her hair back to that vibrant red. She placed the hat delicately on her head.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat called, and Tori could see a brief flash of sadness in her eyes before she smiled widely and walked over to the Hufflepuff table. Tori noticed that Beck was looking over at her encouragingly, but Cat wouldn't return his gaze.

Suddenly, "Vega, Victoria!" was called, and Tori felt her knees go weak as she made her way up to the stool. She sat shakily and placed the hat gingerly upon her head.

"Ahh, Tori! I remember sorting your sister last year, she was a true airhead if you don't mind me saying that" a small voice spoke in her ear. Tori stifled a giggle. "And I remember sorting both your parents, they were exceptionally promising at your age... Just like you, Tori, you have so much potential... You would be an asset to any of these houses."

Tori gulped, and bit her lip anxiously.

"However, I see much of your father's spunk and courage in you, so much that you'd better be... GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted the last part, and Tori felt as if she could cry with joy. She pulled the hat off her head and rushed over to squeeze in between André and Hermione. She had done it! She had made it into Gryffindor! She turned to look for Trina, beaming, only to see Trina looking sulky and almost... hurt? Insulted? Tori immediately whirled around again, not wanting to cause any drama.

Only three people were left to be Sorted now. Tori was starting to realize how hungry she was, and so she was thankful it was almost over.

"Weasley, Ronald!" Harry Potter's ginger friend (who looked like he had many brothers in Gryffindor also, due to the abundance of red hair at their table) walked up to the hat looking as if he was about to faint.


Ronald came quickly to the cheering table to sink onto the bench next to Harry.

The last two were a pair of rather mean looking kids, 'West, Jadelyn' and 'Zabini, Blaise' who were both put into Slytherin. Tori swore that the girl glared at her when she looked her way.

Then, a man with a flowing white beard who could only be the famous Albus Dumbledore got to his feet and cleared his throat. "Welcome!" he began, "Before we begin the feast, I would like to say a few words: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you."

And with that he sat down. The golden plates and goblets sitting on the tables suddenly piled with all sorts of delicious food, and Tori immediately helped herself to some roast beef, potatoes, and pumpkin juice. The food was delicious, and the company she was with at the Gryffindor table was fun and the people easy to talk to. She was sitting across from Harry Potter, who she thought looked a bit lost and very skinny, but generally friendly.

Once the feast was over, and Tori was feeling quite full and sleepy, Dumbledore stood again to make another speech about school policy that Tori half listened to. Then the plates cleaned themselves and they all began to sing the school song at Dumbledore's request. They all sang the lyrics at different tempos and tunes, so it was a rather muddled mess of voices until all that were left singing it were two redheaded twins (Tori suspected Ron's brothers) who were singing at a dreadfully slow funeral march.

When that was over, Dumbledore sent them all off to bed. Tori got up and fell in line behind another ginger boy who was pompously calling out orders to first years. They emerged into a large hallway filled with all sorts of moving paintings, and finally an enormous stairwell with all sorts of staircases that seemed to like changing direction.

The prefect, Percy, led them up to the seventh floor and to a portrait of an extremely fat lady in a pink dress. "The password is Caput Draconis" he said clearly, and the Fat Lady's portrait swung open to reveal the Gryffindor common room.

Tori was much too tired to be as awestruck as she usually would have been, so she simply followed the other first year girls into their dormitory. She was in a room with Hermione, Lavender, and Parvati. All of her things and her owl were at the foot of one of the four poster beds, including some new clothes: a Gryffindor scarf, five ties, three vests, and her robes now had the Gryffindor crest on them. She suspected that tomorrow morning when she checked the one she was wearing that it would be changed too.

Too tired to think or do much else, Tori pulled on her pj's and curled up in the comfortable bed, sleeping one of the best sleeps she had in years after experiencing one of the best days of her life.


What'd you think? PLEASE REVIEW ME. It makes me so happy, and care enough to write more which = updates! Sorry the Sorting kinda dragged out, but I just enjoyed making Tori wait I guess ;D

Oh,and if you catch any little errors please let me know :)


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