Gryffindor? No way! How...?

Lily gripped the side of the stool; too stunned to do anything.

She had been positive she'd be a Slytherin.

Lily looked up at Snape.

The Gryffindor table was applauding politely. Nobody was cheering, but a lot of people were whispering or gasping all through the Great Hall.

Lily didn't care.

To everyone looking Severus Snape, it seemed he was just surveying the Great Hall with a cold indifference. Lily saw differently. Only his eyes reflected hurt and sorrow. Lily felt as though she'd let him down.

How could she be in Gryffindor?!?

It wasn't fair!

Her ''father" was head of Slytherin! Draco was put in Slytherin! Lily had to be in Slytherin! This was horrible! How could it have happened? Snape had been telling Lily since she'd found out she was witch that she'd make an exceptional Slytherin.

Lily didn't care about the shocked murmurs and only half-suppressed giggles. She felt terrible.

But then the whispers were no longer heard; people were muttering, yelling across to other friends, or just talking normally.

"Whoa! Fancy that! Snape's kid didn't even get into Slytherin!"

"Bummer for Snape, then."

"Who cares?"

"Ha! Snape is so mean. He had this coming!"

"Hey that's the kid in Potions all the time isn't it?"

"Yeah, Snape's kid."

"Ouch."

"You'd think she'd of gotten into Slytherin"

"No kidding!"

"Miss Snape, if you'll be seated at the Gryffindor table, please..." Professor McGonagal said; taking the Sorting Hat from Lily.

Had Lily just seen a triumphant gleam shine in Professor McGonagal's eyes? Why? Perhaps it was only a trick of the light. Or maybe she'd just been amused. At what though? This was not amusing!

Lily stood up. She walked toward the Gryffindor table, her feet feeling about five hundred pounds whilst dragging across the floor.

She didn't know anyone from the Gryffindor table. All the Gryffindors had always avoided her; she was the daughter of the head of Slytherin, after all. Slytherin and Gryffindor were enemies... everyone knew that.

Lily only knew Slytherin students. That was where she should've been. Talking and laughing with Draco, completly excited at being brand-new Slytherins. But no. Because Lily had to be a stinking Gryffindor! Why?! The complete unfairness of the situation brought tears to her eyes, but she blinked them back. There was no way she'd show weakness after being subjected to such utter humiliation!

None of the students at the Gryffindor table made room for her.

"Excuse me," she said in a voice that barely escaped shaking as she stepped forward.

The twins with bright red hair she'd addressed snickered and moved closer to each other; not allowing her a spot.

She walked down the table and tried to join people a few more times; only to be met with similar hostility and some rude remarks.

"Here," a sixth year finally said, rolling her eyes and making room for Lily.

She sat down next to the girl and her cluster of friends.

"They can be such jerks sometimes, but don't take it personally."

"Yeah, they're all just expressing their feelings toward Snape... not fair really. I mean, it's not like you want to be Snape's daughter! You didn't ask for it!"

The boy laughed.

"I do love being his daughter! He's the best father anyone could ask for!!!" Lily retorted indignantly. How dare they insult Snape on top of everything else today?

This whole witch thing was looking pretty bleak.

One of the faces near her looked vaguely familiar.

Oh yeah. Lily thought.

One of the girls was a friend of the girl who's wand Lily had nicked the previous year.

Lily's face burned. It wasn't a big deal anyway. No one knew it'd been her. There had been suspicions of course... Beside's, Lily thought. I'd left the girl's wand at her table the next day. She couldn't have gotten into too much trouble.

"So, Lily. You're Snape's adopted daughter right?" another girl asked.

Lily nodded.

The girl let out a low whistle.

"Everyone just kind of assumed you'd be in Slytherin then," said another student.

Lily just shrugged. She'd "just kind of assumed" she'd be in Slytherin too.

The students surrounding her watched the last of the Sorting while Lily mulled over her thoughts.

She had no Gryffindor friends. Did she have any friends?

Draco was still an option, she supposed, but it'd be harder for them to be friends what with the Gryffindor-Slytherin competition. She located him at the Slytherin table. He was chatting amiably with Crabbe and Goyle; not even listening to the rest of the Sorting. He was obviously too busy gloating over his victory at being a Slytherin to even remember her. Maybe he wouldn't have been such a good friend after all. It's not like he'd had to do anything special to be a Slytherin.

Maybe it's because you're a muggle-born, a tiny, unwanted voice suggested in the back of her mind. But no! That shouldn't matter!

Yeah, but Slytherins are generally pure-blood, right?, she argured with herself.

She angrily pushed the argument out of her head. She was not a Slytherin. There was nothing she could do to change that. But Gryffindor? Why did it have to be Gryffindor?

Lily looked up.

The sorting had finished.

Professor Dumbledore was standing.

"Welcome!" he said. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"

Lily smiled sadly. He said the same thing every year.

Then the plates in front of them filled up with food. Lily took only a little Yorkshire pudding and a single sausage. She wasn't hungry.

Gryffindor! She kept thinking. Why did I have to be in Gryffindor? Of all the houses I could have been in, it had to be Gryffindor!

She looked over at Draco again. Now he was seated by the Bloody Baron. He didn't look to happy about it.

She felt sorry for him. Lily's eyes wandered down the table that she wished with all her heart she'd been seated at too.

About twenty students down from her, she knew, sat Harry Potter. She was filled with curiosity about Harry Potter. Would he be arrogant? He'd be in her classes.

Then Lily realized that the boy across from her was talking to her.

"Hmm?" she asked.

"I just asked if you ever went to elementary school before. I mean, you're always here aren't you?"

"Yes... Father taught me to read and write and do arithmetic... if that's what you mean."

"Wow. Was it torture to grow up with Snape?" asked another boy.

Lily frowned.

"Shut up you prat! Did you not hear her say that she liked being Snape's daughter?" the sixth-year girl that had made room for her saved her again, "I'm Acacia, by the way."

"Thanks Acacia, but my answer is no. The opposite. Father is the most wonderful father anyone can wish for!" She was starting to feel annoyed at these Gryffindors. Didn't they see that already?

They all stared at her.

"What?" she asked defiantly.

"Snape? Ha! Snape: a good father? You can't be serious!"

Then the desserts appeared on the table. Lily hadn't eaten any real food at all.

"Well I am serious!" She said. She didn't even try to conceal her irritation at these stuck-up snobs.

Lily's stomach grumbled. She reached over and took some ice cream, 2 jam doughnuts, and a chocolate eclair. Defiance radiated from her every move. Who did these people think they were, anyway?

"Whatever." One girl said. She turned back to one of the boys.

"So how did you do on your O.W.L.s?" she asked him.

Lily turned away from the conversation again.

"I'm Katie Bell," said one girl, off to her right a bit, "and you can just ignore them."

"I'm Lily," Lily told her.

The girl laughed.

"I know," she said. She motioned toward the girl to her left, "and this is Leanne."

"Hi," Lily said.

"You already know Acacia."

"Yes."

Well, maybe not all Gryffindors were suck-ups.

She ate her deserts. Occasionally she joined in with the older girl's conversations; but mostly she just listened.

She had rather begun to enjoy herself, and she felt terrible for it. She was supposed to feel terrible. She was letting her father down more by liking Katie, Leanne, and Acacia. She was supposed to be miserable.

Professor Dumbledore stood up again.

"Ahem - just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you.

"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well.

"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors.

"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madame Hooch.

"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."

Lily frowned. What did he mean? She'd been in that corridor times; there was nothing dangerous in there. Unless the punishment for being there was death. That was a little harsh though. Perhaps it was a secret. Ohh, wouldn't that be fun to figure out!

Lily's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.

Then she caught herself. She was not supposed to enjoy herself!

"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" Dumbledore finished.

He flicked his wand and a gold ribbon spun out of it, soared above the tables and transformed into words.

"Everyone pick their favorite tune, and off we go!"

So the school started to sing. Lily didn't need the words; she already had the song memorized. This was her favorite part of the evening.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we've forgot,

Just do your best, we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot," she sang in a happy tune with the rest of the school. The redheaded twins that'd snickered at her earlier were the last to finish to a slow funeral song.

"Ah, music," Dumbledore cried. He wiped his eyes, "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"

Lily stood up.

"First years, this way!" said an older prefect. Lily followed him through doorways behind sliding panels and hanging tapestries. The went up more stairs and then quite suddenly, Lily noticed walking sticks floating in the air in front of them.

"Peeves," the prefect said quietly, "...a poltergeist." Then he said loudly, "Peeves - show yourself."

A rude noise was the only answer he got.

"Do you want me to go to the Bloody Baron?" the prefect threatened.

There was a cracking noise, and Peeves appeared.

"Ooooooooh!" he cackled, "Ickle Firsties! What fun!" He suddenly swooped at them. Every one of them ducked.

"Go away, Peeves, or the Baron'll hear about this, I mean it!" The prefect shouted angrily. Then he disappeared.

Finally, they all reached a portrait of a fat lady.

"Password?" she asked.

"Caput Draconis," the prefect told her. Then the portrait swung open and they all stumbled through the newly found hole in the wall. The prefect showed her and the other girls up a staircase to their dormitory.

Lily found herself at the very top of the staircase. Four four-poster beds with velvet curtains of a deep red color awaited them.

"Well, I'm Hermione Granger," said a girl with bushy brown hair.

"Oh well- I'm Lily," Lily said, "Lily Snape."

"I'm Paravati Patil," said a girl with long black hair.

"And I'm Lavender Brown," said the last girl. They all picked the bed they wanted.

The bed was warm and comfortable. Lily didn't even think about not being a Slytherin as she drifted off into a deep sleep.

Author's Note: Please review!