OOF_LasagnaPotter

CRINGE WARNING THIS WAS MY FIRST EVER FANFIC!!!!

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'Whites always get what they want, don't they?'
- Unknown
Melody White is a pureblood orphan that lives at Wool's Orphanage. She was brought to the orphanage at the age of seven after her family dies, and meets Tom Riddle. She realizes the signs of a wizard and tries to befriend Tom seeing as he had no friends, but Tom doesn't exactly want any friends. After introducing him to the wizarding world at the age of nine and rejecting Cygnus Lestrange's hand in friendship at eleven because he insulted Tom, Melody is Sorted into Gryffindor. Join them on their journey as Melody continues to try and save Tom from the Dark Arts.

[If you find any other story like mine with the same idea in a way that violates my copyright status, please report it, as I do not want my ideas being stolen. I don't mind people getting ideas or inspiration from this though]

[Not the length of a novel, I just couldn’t change the novel tag so....]

THIS STORY IS THE FIRST I PUBLISHED ON WATTPAD. PLEASE EXCUSE ME IF IT IS TOO HASTY OR TERRIBLE. I COMPLETELY AGREE.

The Second Orphan (A HARRY POTTER FANFICTION)

One at Hogwarts, they got on the boats, arrived, got off, and were greeted by Dumbledore, who told them all about the Houses and points system.


Tom thought that Dumbledore was a little biased on explained the so-called greatness of each House. It was like he was reading off a script or something. Hang on, he was holding a rolled script, so maybe..?


Before Tom knew it, they were all being lead into the Great Hall, where one stool at the front, and four tables filled with students awaited.


"Now, when I call your name, you will step up and try on the Hat, which will then Sort you into your House," Dumbledore said cheerfully. "Abbott, Henry!"


A plum,  blonde haired boy staggered up and tried on the Hat.


Henry went to join the cheering Hufflepuffs.


Alphard went to sit at the Slytherin table.


An impassive-faced, pretty black haired girl confidently went up and sat on the stool and tried on the Hat. Well, it was just barely on her head when it screamed, "SLYTHERIN!"


An auburn coloured haired girl tried on the Hat.


Then to the R's..... (It would've taken forever to make up or add any more names onto this Sorting)


Melody watched as Tom went up and tried on the Hat.


The Hat's mouth was moving, and so was Tom's, but nobody could hear a thing they were saying, other than noticing the fact that they seemed to be arguing.


A fiery red-coloured-hair-person went up.


Another similar coloured redhead then went up.


Melody, head held high, walked up, sat on the stool, and tried on the hat.


'Interesting...Heart of a Hufflepuff, nerve of a Gryffindor, and mind like a Ravenclaw..Oh, yes, quite some ambition as well, but where to put you?'


Melody shrugged in response. "I don't know.."


'You desire Gryffindor deep down, but Hufflepuff also seems suitable...Ah but yes, the courage to stand up for what's right...So in this case, it only makes sense for me to put you into...'


Melody joined the clapping Gryffindors and watched as the rest got Sorted.


After the final person went into Hufflepuff, Headmaster Dippet got up and made a few notices clear.


"The Forbidden Forest....out of bounds.....staying safe...Grindelwald blah blah.....House unity..."


Meanwhile with Tom, at the Slytherin table.


Tom was trying very hard not to gawk at all the good food. The quantity and quality of it


Usually, at the orphanage, the food was always dry and close to rotten. Had it not been for Melody, who almost always had candy or snacks (where she got those from, Tom stopped wondering a long time ago) to share, candy might as well have been foreign to Tom.


It wasn't as if Mrs Cole didn't give out candy, she did, just only to the 'good' kids. With all the trouble Tom's caused since he was old enough to walk, he wasn't surprised that he wasn't exactly Mrs Cole's favourite. Anyway, he didn't want to dwell on the past, now however, he could look forward to a brand new life, 80% free of the terrible orphanage.


A / N : CREDITS GO TO JK ROWLING FOR THIS FANFICTION (there is a second copy of this story on Wattpad also by me)


The Sorting