A/N: And here is another chapter. I hope you all enjoyed the last chapter and will enjoy this one. And I hope you do not hate me for whats going to happen, but it will be fixed! And I am thinking of doing an AU that's Ron/Hermione and Harry/Draco. Let me know what you think. I have already started the Chamber of Secrets so I can post more frequently when this is done. I love you all and I will see you at the end of the chapter.

Summary: 'I must tell you my story before it is too late. Before he kills me. Before Lord Voldemort kills me. Before my own father kills me.' Jessica Riddle is Voldemort's daughter, but only her, her deceased mother, and the Weasleys know. Can she survive her first year at Hogwarts? Follow her, Harry, Ron, and Hermionie as the try to find the secret of the Sorcerer's Stone, and stop whoever it is that is stealing it. HP/JR HG/RW

Pairings: Harry Potter/Jessica Riddle, Hermione Granger/Ronald Weasley

Warnings: Language

Chapter Two: The Sorting Hat

The doors swung at once. I looked up and saw Professor McGonagall waiting for us in her green robes and witch's hat.

"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall." Hagrid said.

"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."

She pulled the door wide. The entrance hall was huge. There were torches around the room, and there was a ceiling so high it was hard to determine.

We followed the professor across the pretty stone floor. I could hear voices and laughter from a door to the right. Harry and I exchanged looks. I smiled and he returned the gesture. Instead of taking us into the Great Hall, however, she took us to a chamber to the side. We crowded around her as she started to talk.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." Professor McGonagall said. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room. The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

I nervously attempted to push my straight hair behind my ear. Harry patted his hair down, Ron tried to get the dirt off his nose, and Neville tried to fix his robes.

"I shall return when we are ready for you." the professor said. "Please wait patiently."

She left, and I walked over to Ron.

"Here." I said, and rubbed off the dirt. We smiled at each other as I pulled my arm back.

"Thanks Sis." He said.

"No problem." I said. Then I walked over to Neville and fixed his robes.

"Thanks." He said. I nodded my response. Then I walked over to Harry.

"May I?" I asked, gesturing to his hair. He nodded, and I fixed it. It took a couple minutes, but I fixed it.

"How do they sort us into our houses anyway?" I asked.

"Yea, how exactly do they sort us into houses?" Harry asked.

"Some sort of test, I think. Fred says it hurts alot, but Jess and I think it was just a joke." Ron answered. I nodded my confirmation. Harry looked like he was in deep thought, so I didn't interrupt him. I just listened to Hermione talking about all the spells she learned and blah blah blah.

Then something struck my tatoo.

It started burning. I looked down, and saw the tatoo grow bigger. I screamed as others screamed. Without anyone noticing, I made Ron look down. And he gasped. The pain intensified. And all of a sudden, it stopped. It was still really sore. Ron quickly helped me up, and I realized no one saw my little episode. Why? Because of some ghosts.

"Move along now! The Sorting Ceremony's about to begin!" And Professor McGonagall returned. "Now form a line and follow me."

I was behind Ron, who was behind Harry, who was behind some blonde dude. When we walked through the doors, I let my eyes wander. The Great Hall was just that: great. There were thousands of candles floating in midair. Then there were four long tables, to which I presumed to be the House tables. There were students at each table, and places for which the first years were to be sat when they were sorted. I looked up and saw the black ceiling with dots that were to look like stars. It was beautiful.

"It's bewitched to look like the sky outside, I read about it in Hogwarts, A History." Hermione said. I rolled my eyes.

We were lead to the front of the room, where we stood. There was a stool and an old witch/wizard hat on a stool. It's brim opened and it started to sing.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find, A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat, And I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head, The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you, Where you ought to might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry, Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true, And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin, You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means, To achieve their ends. So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap!You're in safe hands (though I have none), For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The whole room burst into applause. It bowed before going still again.

"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted."

And so the sorting started.

A girl named Hannah was put in Hufflepuff.

A girl named Susan was put in Hufflepuff.

A boy named Terry was put in Ravenclaw.

A girl named Brandy went to Ravenclaw.

A girl named Lavender went to Gryffindor.

A boy named Millicent went to Slytherin.

A boy named Justin went to Hufflepuff.

A boy named Seamus went to Gryffindor.

Hermione went to Gryffindor.

Neville went to Gryffindor.

A boy named Morag went to Ravenclaw.

A boy name Draco went to Slytherin.

Ron went to Gryffindor.

Harry took awhile, but the hat put him into Gryffindor.

And then it was my turn.

"Weasley, Jessica." Professor McGonagall called. I walked up and sat on the stool. The professor put the hat on my head and I heard it's voice.

You're not really a Weasley.

No, I'm not but-

You are a Riddle.

Yea, but-

You are Voldemort's daughter.

Yes, but I'm-

Not like him? I've heard that.

Please don't put me in Hufflepuff.

No Hufflepuff? Okay... how about Ravenclaw? Or Slytherin?

Please, put me in Gryffindor.

But you would be good as a Slytherin.

I'm not like my father.

Yes. You are. Deep, deep down.

"No I'm not!" I yelled out loud on accident, before ripping off the hat. Then I ran out of the Hall, and in a random direction. I found a closet and ran into it.

"I'm so screwed up. I'm so screwed up. I'm screwed up." I kept mumbling as I cried. I don't know how long I was in there before the door was opened. I looked up, my mascara running. What I saw was surprising.

I saw Harry, his eyes filled with concern and worry. He walked in, and closed the door. He sat next to me, putting his arm around me. He pulled me into his arms. I sobbed even louder. We sat there for a little while, me crying as he comforted me. When I was able to talk, I looked at Harry.

"Thanks for coming to find me." I said. He smiled sadly.

"No problem." he said. "Now if you don't mind my asking, what happened in there?"

I sighed, but decided to tell him the truth. "The Weasleys adopted me. That's why I don't look like them. My father was Lord Voldemort himself." I looked, and he nodded for me to continue. I sighed. "My mother was killed soon after yours were. When she died, Professor Dumbledore rescued me and took me to the Weaslys where I gre up. When I found out you were Harry Potter, I had a freak out. Ron had to find me to get me on the train. When you showed us your scar, I had to leave to cry and tell myself I was screwed up. Then the Sorting Hat kept telling me I belonged in Slytherin and that I'd do good in Slytherin. He told me deep down I was just like my father."

"Jessica, you are not vile like your father. I can see it. You are you: a wonderful girl who does not belong in Slytherin." Harry said. "Just go see Professor Dumbledore and see what he says." Harry said. I smiled and nodded. He stood and helped me up. We walked to the Gryffindor tower, and once we arrived, Harry and I faced each other.

"Thanks again for comforting me." I said.

"No problem." He said.

"Hello children." the Fat Lady portrait greeted.

"Hey." Harry and I greeted in unison. We looked at each other and smiled, but when we looked back, the Fat Lady was gone. I sighed. Damn.

"She'll be back." Harry said. I nodded.

"Excuse me but Professor Dumbledore said Jessica may stay in the Common Room. However, she must go see him tomorrow." the Fat Lady said from the side of us. I nodded. Harry said the password, and we went in. I saw my stuff in front of the Common Room couch, so I went to it and opened. I looked for my pajamas and ran upstairs to the bathroom to change. My pajamas consisted of a red tank top with a giant black skull on the front, along with long, fuzzy black pants with dark red, purple, and blue skulls all on it. I then quickly ran downstairs and there my stuff into my trunk, before Harry got back down.

"Nice to see you being so quick." He said. I jumped and turned, clutching my shirt where my heart was.

"Oh my goblins! You scared the bloody hell out of me!" I exclaimed. He chuckled. I walked over and slapped his arm. He winced and I smirked. "Revenge is a bitch." I said. He smiled at me.

"What's with the bad language?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, before pushing him to the direction of the stairs. He chuckled and went to bed. I smiled.

Damn, he so freaking sexy. I thought. Then I settled into the couch and dozed off sometime during the night.

And the nightmares didn't come that time.

I hope you all enjoyed! I really hope you all did. I was sick today, so I did not go to school. Therefore, here is this chapter. I was having computer problems, so it didn't come till tonight. I still hope you enjoyed. Let me know when you guys want a little more romance. I'm trying not to make their relationship go too fast. However, if you want more romance, let me know, and you shall have it.

JTW