"I wanna try out for the team." Alice keystone said bravely to the Gryffindor team. "Alice, this is a Gryffindor try out?" Everyone always looks at me like I'm crazy. "The Slytherin team won't let me try out." I hold my head up. "Come on, at least Let her try." I turn and see the Weasley twins both nodding. I smile thankful at them. "I just wanna try out." They all look among themselves. Angelina, the team captain, steps forward. "You can try out but I'll still have to ask permission to get you on the team." I smile gratefully. George pats my back "come on we'll sort you a uniform." We smile at each other. He leads me into the changing room and hands me a spare uniform. "I'll wait for you round here." He steps outside and I change. I see myself in the mirror, Red long robes, my nimbus 2000 in hand. I look like my dad. I tie my hair up quickly and head out. "Ready?" George asks. "Oh yea!" As we move towards the team. "We aren't gonna go easy on you." Fred laughs nudging me. "What position you looking for Slytherin?" Angelina shouts. "Chaser." I watch her nod and I jump on my broom and into the sky. "Alright Slytherin! lets see what you've got." I can see some of the Slytherins watching from the stands. I do my best and I know from Angelinas face she's impressed. "That was amazing! Where did you learn to fly like that?" Fred says as I land back on the ground. I laugh "my dad and I used to fly all the time. He always wanted to see me play as a Gryffindor." Their faces turn to each other. "As a Gryffindor?" I sigh and put my broom down. "My family on my dad side are a long line of Gryffindors, I'm the only Slytherin. They haven't sent me an owl back since I told them." just as I finish speaking the Slytherin team walk onto the pitch. "Hey she's our chaser now. She belongs on her own team." Flitch snarls over at us. "Excuse you?" I say stepping out. "I asked you sorry lot for a chance and you didn't want to know!" I march off the pitch. "You have too. You're a Slytherin." I look back at the team. "What if I didn't want to be a Slytherin?" They all look at me like I'm crazy. "I don't fit in. You all know that." I say throwing my arms in the air. "I think I'm supposed to be a Gryffindor... I just thought the hat was always right." I drop my broom and head straight into the school still branding red quidditch robes, to the head office. "sherbet lemon!" I announce. The stairs spring to life. "Hey! Keystone!" George shouts from down the hall. "What are you doing?" I look at stair which had pulled to a halt. "I'm not a Slytherin. I'm a Gryffindor! I value the relationships I make with people and not just what I can get out of them! I value bravery and strength!" Tears spring to my eyes. George pulls me into a hug. "Are you saying this because you're not a Gryffindor and your parents haven't sent you a letter back yet." I pull away and shake my head. "I hate my house. They're rude, selfish and I know not every Slytherin is like that but clearly I don't fit in here!" George nods. "Ah miss keystone." I turn around to find the heads of houses and Dumbledore stood quite close. "Professors I would like to discuss something with you all if that's ok." I take George's hand for comfort.
After a long hour and being sat once again under the sorting hat he still hadn't made a decision. He hadn't said a word. "Sir, What if I don't belong anywhere?" I bow my head letting the floppy hat cover my shame. "Miss Keystone there is a place for everyone; it just knows where you feel you belong." It's true I did feel Slytherin described me best but everyone else around me felt so wrong but being with Gryffindor I felt at home. "Professor..." the sorting hat says finally. "I believe miss keystone requires more time." I look at Dumbledore confused. "How much longer?" I look at the teachers who also look confused. "I believe it best miss keystone be allowed to stay in the Gryffindor tower for a period of time." Professor McGonagall says slowly. "She's clearly still debating. So let's keep her with her friends for now and we'll revisit this in a week." Snape sighs loudly from the corner. "Miss Keystone is still a Slytherin until decided otherwise maybe distractions are the problem." Dumbledore raises his hand. "Wherever you wish to stay miss keystone you may." I look at Professor McGonagall and smile. "Gryffindor tower Please." I smile brightly.
Professor McGonagall takes me to the tower and walks me into the common room. "Everyone miss keystone here will be taking residence here due to a sorting issue. Make her feel welcome. She'll be bunking in with you Angelina." I smile to the room and she leaves. George jumps up and picks me up spinning me around. "She's a traitor!" I tilt my head back and laugh. "Put me down!" He blushes slightly and pops me down. "I can't believe you did it." I shrug. "I've still not been sorted. The hat couldn't even place me back in Slytherin. Apparently I'm too conflicted." I shrug. "I can go back to my old dorm if I wish but they thought it was best I stay here." Angelina jumps out of her chair and steps towards the back of the room. "Come on I'll show you our room." she wave me over to her and we head up the stairs. We walk into a room and there are only two beds either side of the room with a nightstand each and my trunk at the end of one of the beds. "I've been on my own in here since start of term." I notice my trunk and pop it open. I find a cracked photo frame. "I hated my old roommates." I mumble. I hold up the frame for her to see. She takes it as I continue rooting though my trunk. "They're cut up all my uniform and clothes." I pull out an old family album and see red marker 'The blood traitors.' written across the top. Inside they'd cut my face out of all the pictures and drawn over my family's faces next to each photo they had written an array of nasty comments. I throw the book across the room. "My parents are going to kill me." I sit on my bed as tears form in my eyes. Angelina sits next to me and put an arm around me. "They won't get away with this." I look her confused. "Clearly you don't know about the twin's hobby." She smiles mischievously.