Chapter Twenty-One
Potter, Mia!
I'll be there someday, I can go the distance
I will find my way, if I can be strong
I know ev'ry mile, will be worth my while
When I go the distance, I'll be right where I belong
(Go the Distance - Michael Bolton)September 1st, 1971The awed first years walked through the entrance hall, and Mia let out a sigh of
relief; there were no battle scars in the hall, nor any signs of the war's wounded and dead.
The beautiful stone walls were accented with lit torches, and the staircase drifted off to the
side leading up to the dorms she was so eager to see once again.
Professor McGonagall led the students into the small chamber off the hall where
they would wait to join the rest of the school in the Great Hall and be sorted.
James bounced eagerly on the balls of his feet. "Are you ready, Sirius?"
"It's going to be a Hungarian Horntail. I know it!" Sirius said excitedly.
Mia groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Oh, not this again."
"Wh-What about a d-dragon?" Peter sputtered out.
"We have to fight a dragon!" James said with a bright grin, turning to look at the
short boy who cowered at the words.
"You get into Hogwarts or you burn alive!" Sirius exclaimed with a dark, amused
look in his eyes.
There were other students in the back listening, all appearing equally terrified.
Mia scowled. "Will you two stop?"
"Or it eats you!" James added, ignoring her protests.
Remus leant in and whispered to a wide-eyed Peter, "They're taking the mickey out
of you."
"Have you been sorted before?" James asked Remus with a devious smirk.