A/N: in this one-shot, Ahsoka isn't a Togruta, she's human but she still has facial markings. You'll also see characters from other fandoms :))

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"Ahsoka, dear!" Mrs. Tano's voice echoed from the stairwell, "we should get going if you want to catch the train."

"Coming mum!"

Moments later, eleven-year-old Ahsoka bounded down the stairs, her trunk rattling loudly behind.

Grace Tano stepped back, smiling at her daughter proudly. "You'll flourish at Hogwarts, 'Soka."

"We're very proud of you," her father, Zephyr Tano, added as he stepped into the living room. "Don't forget that no matter which House you're sorted into, just be yourself, make friends, and focus on your studies."

"And-"

Ahsoka groaned. "Yes, mom, I get it!"

"Is everything packed?"

The blonde huffed in irritation. "You've known me for eleven years, dad, and my habits should be all too familiar by now."

Mr. Tano rolled his eyes playfully at his daughter. "If you say so. Now, if you want to get to school on time, then we must get going."

Ahsoka cheered, dropping her trunk in excitement as she ran towards their silver BMW.

Grace smirked, approaching her dumbfounded husband from behind. "Let's go before she runs to King's Cross Station by herself, Zeph."

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"Platform 9¾... where is platform 9¾?" The blonde asked, intrigued. "Wait- excuse me, sir!" Ahsoka called after a station master. "Do you know where Platform 9¾ is?"

"Platform 9¾?" The stout man answered with a scowl, "think you're funny, do ya?" Turning on his heel, he walked off.

She was in the middle of blowing a silent raspberry at the unhelpful employee when she heard an amused chuckle from behind.

"I was thinking the same thing; why do they hire such unmannered people?"

The girl let out a shriek of delight. "Anakin! It's so good to see you!"

"It's great to see you too, Snips. I saw a ginger-haired lady say, and I quote, 'it's the same every year, packed with Muggles.'"

"Did you ask her?"

"No, I saw them walk through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. Besides, a nervous-looking dark-haired boy and a bushy-haired brunette asked the same question."

"What are we waiting for then? Let's go!"

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The Hogwarts Express was, in all aspects, magnificent. The billowing steam curled out of its funnel, caressing the engine. Vivid scarlet and dark black paint embellished the exterior, with flawlessly clean windows in each compartment. Finally, the Hogwarts crest was at the very front of the train, advertising its grandeur to all.

As countless photos were snapped, the minute hand inched ever closer to twelve as the hour hand hit eleven. Hugs and farewells were exchanged until the whistle blew as a warning. The pair made their way on board, practically walking backward while waving until their parents were out of sight.

"Well," Ahsoka sighed, opening a compartment door, "to hell with finding an empty compartment."

Anakin merely rubbed his eyes in response, too tired to argue. "Let's go."

"Wait!" A foreign voice suddenly called, "guys?"

They turned in a daze, coming face-to-face with a bushy-haired brunette. "Have any of you seen a toad? A boy named Caleb's lost one."

"Toad?" The blonde asked in confusion, "sorry, we haven't seen a toad around here; we just got on board, so we were looking for a compartment."

"I see," the newcomer answered thoughtfully. "I've already got two other boys in my compartment, but I'm sure we can squeeze you two in. I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, and you are?"

"I'm Ahsoka," she smiled. "And he's-"

Anakin slapped her arm, smirking playfully. "I think I can introduce myself on my own, thanks." He turned to Hermione. "I'm Anakin Skywalker, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you guys as well. Now, if you'll follow me, I'll show you the way to our compartment."

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"Hey Hermione," a ginger boy greeted her from inside the compartment. "What- wait, who are they?" He asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion. The last he needed was more cocky purebloods like Bardot who acted as if she owned the place.

"Stop worrying, Ronald," Hermione scolded. "This is Ahsoka and Anakin. They were simply in need of a compartment, so I invited them."

"But how-"

"Oh, just take her word, Ron," interjected the boy across from the ginger with a groan. He turned to them, smiling. "Come on in, just put your luggage on the overhead racks, and we'll get to know each other."

Ahsoka and Anakin grinned. Although they didn't yet know, their lack of a compartment had resulted in what was to be the start of a strong friendship.

***

"... that's so interesting! Your hair is very unique, Ahsoka," Harry admitted, "I've never seen anything quite like it before."

"That's true. My hair, for some reason, is naturally blonde with blue streaks. And no," she answered, raising an amused eyebrow at the ginger prat across her, "I didn't dye it."

Ron scoffed, opening his mouth to retort before Hermione interrupted their conversation while glancing at her watch. "We should go change into robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon."

Anakin paled. "Kriff. What house are you hoping to be sorted into? My mom said it doesn't matter, as long as I have fun and do my best."

"I, for one, hope to join the Lions," Hermione answered, "but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad either."

"Yeah, same here. My entire family was sorted into Gryffindor. Imagine the shame it'd bring if I was sorted into Slytherin." Ron shivered at the very thought.

Harry was silent. "I guess Gryffindor's my first choice, but Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are acceptable as well. Not sure if I'm dark enough for Slytherin, or smart enough for Ravenclaw."

Hermione snickered. "I told you to do some light reading, Harry, but you always refuse. Now looks who's coming up victorious?"

"Oh, shut up," he grumbled. "What about you, Ahsoka?"

"Same, Gryffindor for me, but Hufflepuff sounds like a nice alternative, don't you think?"

"According to Hogwarts: A History, the sorting hat places you into the House with the traits you value most. For example, I believe I'd do well in Ravenclaw, as I value wit and hard work, but Gryffindor's traits are more valuable to me: courage and bravery."

"For the first time in forever, that's the only time I appreciate the thorough explanation."

"If you want to stay alive for your sorting, Ronald, I suggest you shut up before your nose snaps in half."

The ginger gulped.

"Now, back to what I was saying. Anakin, what traits do you value most?"

The sandy-haired boy didn't answer immediately. After a moment, however, he said, "courage, loyalty, wit, leadership, cunning, and determination."

When he realized he was on the receiving end of the Granger girl's stares, he explained hastily, "If there's ever the need to fight, say, a Dark wizard, courage is one of the most important values if you want to survive. Then there's wit. You can't win a war with only courage. Charging headfirst into battle without a strategy is suicide. Loyalty is equally as important because betraying your army, your friends is unforgivable. Finally, leadership, determination, and cunning. Somebody needs to be a responsible leader, whether it be a captain in a war, a prefect, the Head Boy, and Girl, or Head of House. Without order, the world would quite literally collapse. There is, in my opinion, no good leader without determination, and cunning."

Hermione stared at him. Clearly, someone had done some reading beforehand. "I think you would do very well in Slytherin, Anakin, as you seem to value more of its traits over that of the other Houses. Not to worry though, the Hat will determine everything. Let's go change before we arrive."

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"Firs' Years, Firs' Years, this way please!" A voice boomed over the students' heads. Harry, Hermione, Ahsoka, Anakin, and Ron, now all clad in Hogwarts robes, stepped out of the train.

"Hagrid!"

"Ello there, 'Arry, how are yer doin'? I see yer brought some friends."

"Yeah, I did. This is Ron, Hermione, Anakin, and Ahsoka."

"Ello you four, I'm Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds of Hogwarts. We'll talk over a cup o' tea, eh? I need to bring yer Firs' Years to Professor McGonagall for the Sorting."

They gladly agreed. With Hagrid taking the lead in the first boat, the friends clambered into the second, watching in fascination as the many towers and turrets of Hogwarts Castle loomed in the distance. If reality hadn't hit them already, it definitely did now.

***

"Alrigh', this is where I leave ya. Professor McGonagall will be ready for you shortly."

"So it's true then," an icy voice sneered as soon as Hagrid was out of earshot, "Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

"Harry Potter?"
"Is it really Harry Potter?"
"I can't believe it! Maybe I'll be lucky enough to get an autograph!"

A girl emerged from the shadows, with two other on her trail "This is Barriss, and Alina. I'm Bardot," she said. "Kyrena Bardot."

Unfortunately for Ron, he failed to hide his snigger; as a result, Kyrena's piercing blue eyes turned to stare at him."

"Red hair," she observed, "and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley. Blood traitors, the lot of you."

With a final spiteful look, Kyrena turned away from the embarrassed redhead. "You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort, Potter. I can help you there."

"Ahem."

Bardot turned, only to see a woman dressed in pristine emerald robes, elegant witch hat, and cold demeanor.

Harry faced the girl. "I think I can make my friends on my own, thanks."

The pureblood shot him a murderous look before walking back into the crowd with her nose held high.

Professor McGonagall observed her students. "Come," she said, "we're ready for you now."

The doors to the Great Hall opened, with students seated at each of the four long tables. Before the teachers sat an old hat, perched on a wooden stool.

"Look, there's the Sorting Hat!" Hermione whispered excitedly. "We'll see how it goes."

The strict-looking professor stood waiting for the students with a scroll in hand. "Caleb Dume?"

A measly boy paled as he walked up to the stool, hands shaking visibly. The older students in the hall waited in apprehension, until the hat sang out, "GRYFFINDOR!"

A relieved Caleb hopped off the stool, joining the Lions as they showered their newest member with thunderous applause and cheers.

"Kyrena Bardot."

The over-confident blonde swaggered up to the stool. The hat barely even grazed her head before shouting, "SLYTHERIN!" The snakes roared in approval; another witch of one of the most prominent pureblood families has joined their ranks.

"Eliza Schuyler."

Heads turned as whispers, rumors, and gossip flew. The eldest sister, Angelica, was the Ravenclaw prefect and the school's Head Girl. Although Peggy was not yet of age, all had their money on Slytherin. Angelica watched, already having a good idea which House Eliza would be sorted into. If her sixth sense proved to be correct, then-

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

Eliza grinned; this had been the house she knew she'd be in. With all her nerves gone, she waved merrily to Angelica before joining the Badgers.

"Harry Potter." The noise level in the room dimmed dramatically, each House hoping the Chosen One would become one of them.

Even Dumbledore himself sat up suddenly in his chair, peering sternly over his half-moon spectacles.

The Hat hesitated as it debated with a desperate Harry. He had his eyes squeezed tightly shut, whispering his pleas. Finally, after what seemed like hours, it finally relented: "Well, if you're sure, GRYFFINDOR!"

A mop of scarlet and gold robed students rose suddenly like a tidal wave, cheering and hooting in exhilaration as they formed a standing ovation. The Weasley twins began a chant, "We got Potter! We got Potter!" which soon caught on. The entirety of Gryffindor House was now celebrating the arrival of its newest and most famous member.

Once all the chit-chat died down, McGonagall continued. "Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de La Fayette."

The Deputy Headmistress blinked. Who in the name of Godric would name their child Marie-Joseph Paul- Roch- no, Yves Roch de- Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de La Fayette? I can't even remember it when I just read out his name.

The posh Frenchman approached the stand and put on the Hat. Without hesitation, it announced, "RAVENCLAW!"

With only seven first-years left, each child walked to their assigned House tables. In Slytherin, were Alexander Hamilton, Aaron Burr, and Barriss Offee. And leaving for Gryffindor, were Hermione, Ron, Ahsoka, and Anakin.

When all had settled down and with a clap of her hands, McGonagall commanded, "let the Feast... begin!"

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A/N: jsjsjajsjsj sorry for publishing this so late! I've barely had any time to write because I've been super busy these past few days. Here you go! Feel free to debate characters's houses with me and others in the comments!

- Jazzy