ROSE
As I walked through the crowded platform beside my brother, mum and dad, I was looking for them. My red, messy hair blew into my face, and I brushed it off. Not even hair problems could ruin this day. Suddenly, I noticed that everyone had started staring in the same direction. That meant they had arrived. I saw them, far on the other side of the platform, where everyone else was looking. Two of my many cousins, (Where was their brother, James?) Lily and Albus, were standing with my aunt, and my uncle, who was trying to hide the scar on his forehead with his hair, without much luck. I understood the hair problem, I thought, as I attempted to brush through my own hair, unsuccessfully, much like my Uncle. Everyone knew that the scar was there, on his forehead. There was no denying it. Scar or no scar, he was recognizable in the biggest of crowds. I looked closer at my cousin, my best friend, Lily. Her eyes caught the scarlet steam engine that I had admired shortly before she arrived. I held the view with my eyes for a moment. Then, Lily's eyes locked with mine, and I could tell that the sense of excitement was mutual. She turned to her mum and dad, pointed in my direction, and when they nodded and replied, she gestured encouragingly to Albus and started sprinting over, as I subconsciously heard my brother, Hugo, say that he had seen them. Lily and Albus dodged the crowd that was trying to get a good look at their father, while their parents walked, not far behind. I could just feel the tension and just utter excitement on the platform, like every 11-year-old was thinking the same thing. We were going to Hogwarts. Finally. When Lily and Albus quickly came to a stop in front of us, as I was about to ask them where their brother, James, was, there was a speedy blur that came and bumped right into me. The blur was my cousin
"Guess what I just saw?! Teddy Lupin!" I sighed. Teddy. He was a metamorphagus, which meant he could look however he wanted. And he sure made some good choices. He normally had stunning blue eyes and bright blue hair. "And I bet you'll never guess what he was doing! Snogging Victoire! Our Victoire Weasley, our cousin!" I was crushed. How? My own cousin! Maybe they were two years older than me, but that isn't very much! Who was I kidding? I probably was like a little sister to him.
"That's wonderful!" piped up Lily, "To think, if they got married someday, we'd really be related!" But they would also be related if I married him someday. Lily knew I liked him, and he was just trying to taunt me and rub it in my face. Then my brother spoke.
"Hey, Rose, you're face is as red as your hair!" If it had been red before, it probably was red now. Lily patted me on the shoulder, knowingly. Then we were told to board the train.
KATRINA
When the train finally left, I sat down in the open compartment next to Cecilia. There were so many mudbloods on that platform, I thought I could vomit. Cecilia took out a quill and parchment. Are you kidding me? I thought. Is she writing a letter to mum and dad already? The door opened to our compartment, and I saw what I had learned to expect in public. Scum. Wait until my father heard about this!
CECILIA
My heart stopped. Max Creevey had just opened the door. He was so cute! I didn't care what my family thought about his family. It didn't matter at all. He brushed his hair out of his face and smiled at me. "Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked. I started to write Cecilia Creevey on the parchment that I no longer knew what I had brought it out for.
"Of COURSE we mind! You're a blood traitor! Get out of our compartment, you scum!" I give him a sad look. Maybe we'll have some classes together, I thought. Katrina always ruined everything.
KATRINA
I rolled my eyes at the window. Really, Cecilia? "You got all moony-eyed over a bit of blood-traitor scum? Wait until father hears about this! At this rate, you'll probably be in Hufflepuff," I scoffed. If she were in Hufflepuff, then I wouldn't have to deal with her. She was such a pain! How did some people get us mixed up? How did we even have the same genes? I wish she would be in Hufflepuff, I thought. Somehow I knew though, that it would be too good to be true.
CECILIA
I never seemed to belong in my family. Being told things like that is surprisingly something that you get used to. I have never seemed to manage to be as perfectly horrible as Katrina. She is always doing the right thing at the right time. Apparently, just saying mean things to people isn't enough. My father says you have to mean them. He says I need to be more like Katrina and my cousin Savannah who lives with our family in the attic. They both insult everyone they're around, and my father says that being the sidekick isn't a Malfoy job. You have to be the main bully.
AMY
As I was called up to be sorted, I was very tempted to ask Professor McGonagall whether she saw the Crumple-Horned Snorcack in the schoolyard. They are such majestic creatures. "Hmm…" The hat, once placed on my head, started to talk. "This is interesting. The other Lovegood. I've sorted two of you before, and yes, you are an example of how it usually works. You are intelligent, but you believe in strange, nonexistent creatures." The Crumple-Horned Snorcacks are real, I thought. "RAVENCLAW!"
KATRINA
It was obvious what house I would be in before the hat even touched my head. Generations of Malfoys, and there has never been one in a different house. "Another Malfoy?" remarked the hat, clearly bored. "Well, I know this one is SLYTHERIN!"
CECILIA
"How many Malfoys are there?" Asked the hat desperately. "But you're different." It says, kind of confused-sounding. "Surprisingly enough, I think you belong in RAVENCLAW!" The Slytherin table looked at me like I had dropped a massive bomb. Katrina and Savannah looked away, not bothering to acknowledge me. I was nothing to them. I trudged to the Ravenclaw table, looking at my feet.
LILY
When they heard the name Potter, everyone stopped dead in their tracks and stared, unwaveringly at me. Whispers could be heard from every table, though I was sure the ones from the Slytherins were not kind ones. The brim of the hat brushed against my forehead. "Potter. You know, even before fame, you're family had a pattern of big-headedness." Clearly, the hat was in a bad mood. No idea why. I had to keep myself from rolling my eyes in front of all the Great Hall. "You do, however, possess the positive qualities that they possessed." No Slytherin for me! "GRYFFINDOR!"
ROSE
As my hair got smashed by the hat, I sighed. "Another Weasley?" It asked. "You multiply like rodents." Wow. "Well, I guess I don't really have a choice here. You do have the Ravenclaw traits, as your mother does, but I think that you have the others as well. GRYFFINDOR!"
Hey Guys! I haven't posted anything for awhile, and it's because of school. Think of how much I will be able to post over the summer! It's spring break now, so I've got several chapters of this new, rewritten version of the story. You might be inclined to skip the chapters that are almost identical to the ones that you have read, but I encourage you to reread them because some major plot points may have been erased, changed or added. If you are a new reader, then welcome! I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you are pleased with my long(er) chapters, I've been working on them.
-IWillAlwaysBeAHarryPotterGeek
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