The next week passed quickly, and soon Athena Cullen was headed to King’s Cross Station to board the Hogwarts Express. In the past week Athena had grown close to the Weasley’s and referred to them as family. They arrived at the station and the group stood in front of the column between platforms nine and ten. Before anyone could venture beyond the barrier, a boy with dark hair and piercing green eyes approach Mrs. Weasley. He was completely and utterly lost, so Molly directed him on how to go through the barrier. Then everyone passed through the barrier: first Percy, then the twins, and finally Athena, Ron, and the dark haired boy. As Athena stepped onto the Hogwarts Express, Percy pulled her aside.
“There’s a special compartment for the Hybrids, follow me,” he whispered. Athena followed Percy through crowds of people passing through many different compartments, when they finally reached a compartment towards the front of the train with three other people in it. The young Cullen girl slid open the door to reveal two boys and another girl.
“Thank goodness you’re here! I thought I was going to be stuck with all boys,” exclaimed the girl with a light Hispanic accent. She had shoulder length, straight, black hair with sun kissed skin and dark chocolate eyes. “My name’s Margarita Martinez, I’m a Witch-Fairy Hybrid. I can change into a small fairy whenever need be,” she stated while reaching her hand out for Athena to shake.
“I’m Athena Cullen, a Witch-Vampire Hybrid,” replied Athena while shaking Margarita’s hand.
Behind Margarita, a tall boy with dirty blonde hair and tan skin stood up, “I’m Mitch Lowell, a Wizard-Werewolf Hybrid.” At the sound of “werewolf” Athena cringed remembering her best friend Jacob Black, she’d have to write to him tonight and tell him everything. From the side of the compartment a tall, lanky boy with pale skin and black hair stood up.
“You’re not the only vampire here,” the boy started in a rough Russian accent, “I’m Vladimir Kosovo.”
After the introductions, the group of Hybrids sat in the compartment and talked about what they thought Hogwarts would be like. Even though they got to know each other, they knew they would barely see each other for they would all be sorted into different houses. They had all finished changing into their robes when the train had come to a halt in a small station and everyone began to file out of the train and onto the platform. All the first years were directed to follow a large man called Hagrid to boats, which would transport them to the school.
The first years began to file into the castle when Athena had finally caught up to Ron and the boy with the dark hair. The boy with the dark hair had finally revealed his name, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. Even though Athena was from America she had heard of the famous Potter boy from her mother. Suddenly the platinum haired boy she had met in Diagon Alley appeared. He beckoned Harry to join him, but Harry stuck by his new friend. Then a tall, older-looking woman appeared and filed all of the first years into the Great Hall. As the group walked in, everyone gawked at the ceiling, which resembled the night sky.
“It’s bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History,” pointed out a bushy-haired girl. The group of nervous first years reached the front of the Hall; there was a stool with a ragged, old hat sitting upon it.
“When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted,” said the old woman, whose name was Professor McGonagall. A few people had already been sorted when the woman called, “Cullen, Athena.”
The blonde-haired girl stepped forward nervously, for everyone in the entire hall was watching her. As she walked up to the stool, she could sense the Malfoy boy starring at her; he finally knew who she was. It seemed as though the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, seemed to pay particular attention to the young Hybrid. She sat on the stool and placed the ragged hat upon her neatly kept curls.
“Hmmm, interesting. You have the brains of a Ravenclaw, but you’re cunning like a Slytherin, and you’re loyal like a Hufflepuff, but you’re brave and daring like a Gryffindor. Where to put you? I think you’d excel in any House, but I’m going to put you in…. GRYFFINDOR!” exclaimed the hat to hall. Everyone at the Gryffindor table stood up and Athena took a seat in between Fred and George. She waited anxiously to see where the other Hybrids would be placed and where Harry and Ron would be placed. Soon it was the bushy-haired girl’s turn to be sorted. She was sorted into Gryffindor and sat across from Athena.
“I’m Hermione Granger, nice to meet you. It’s Athena, right? Like the Greek goddess?” Hermione asked introducing herself.
“Nice to meet you Hermione, and yes I’m Athena. I didn’t think anyone else knew of Greek mythology!” exclaimed Athena, but Professor McGonagall announcing “Kosovo, Vladimir”, stopped her. The hat had barely touched his head when it screamed “Slytherin!”
Soon after, Mitch was sorted into Ravenclaw and Draco had been sorted into Slytherin with Vladimir, and Margarita had taken her seat at the Hufflepuff table. The moment everyone had been waiting for, Harry Potter was to be sorted next. After some deliberation, the Sorting Hat decided that he should be in Gryffindor, which caused the entire table to erupt into applause. Luckily Ron was sorted into Gryffindor like his entire family had been and Harry, Hermione, and himself had taken their seats across from Athena. After the meal was finished everyone filed out of the Hall and followed the Prefects to their Common Rooms. The group of Gryffindors walked seven flights of stairs. Which if that wasn’t hard enough, the staircases moved without warning. The group had finally reached a portrait of a fat lady who asked for a password.
Percy Weasley, a Prefect, replied with, “Caput Draconis.”
The portrait swung open to reveal the Gryffindor Common Room. Instead of hanging out in the common room, Athena ascended the stairs to the Girls’ Dormitories. She was sharing a room with Hermione Granger, Lavender Brown, and Pavarti Patil. Athena headed straight for her quill and began to write two letters, one to her mother and father and one to her best friend, although, she’d have to wait until tomorrow to use a school owl.