Ok so i've never done an OC centered fic before because they usually annoy me, but I really wanted to write down what I think a real Hufflepuff is like. Though I think i'm stretching it when I decided that her love interest would be Goyle. Now i'm pretty sure that she isn't going to be a MarySue but please tell me when you start seeing signs of that happening. She is definetly based off of me so if you find the story a little random at times then it's because it's in her point of view and we can't seem to think straight a lot of the time.

Pairings: Goyle/OC and maybe others later on...

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, just my OC

Chapter 1: What the HECK is a Hufflepuff?

I never thought that I would be going to Hogwarts. Of course it should have been common knowledge since my whole family went there, but I always had that seed of doubt planted in my mind. Though I usually blame it on my paranoia. Heck, I was even afraid that I wasn't a even a witch. Which was dumb because I obviously had shown magical powers. I kept thinking that it was a mistake and that my magic was too weak, but I got my letter so I must have some magical abilities.

I looked down at the boats that were supposed to bring me and the other first years across the lake and to the castle. They didn't look too safe. I quickly got into the boat and tried to keep my fears at the back of my head. I mean it's not like the boats not gonna move, or go too fast. Or go too slow so that we get lost. Or all of a sudden spring a leak. ...Or tip over... Keeping my fears away was a lot harder than you'd think.

I glanced around at the people in the boat with me to try and distract myself. There were three boys and one other girl. The boys were actually quite nice to look at. The smallest one was really skinny and he seemed to have light blond hair, of course it was hard to tell when the only light was a few candles on the water. ...which better not get too close to the boats...cause they're made of wood and can burn...

I shook my head and studied the other passengers. One of the other boys was quite chubby. He wasn't ugly of course, just not the cutest guy around. Though he was sitting down, which is a good thing because if you stand up on a small boat it can tip over, I'm pretty sure he was kind of short. But I just judged from what I could see of his legs. He had dark brown hair...or black...and it was in a buzz cut.

The last boy wasn't fat, but he wasn't skinny. He was a little bit more than a healthy size...chubby...he was a cute kind of chubby. He'd probably make a really great pillow. He either had really light brown hair, or it was dirty blond. He actually seemed a lot more relaxed on the boat than I did. All the rest of them did too actually. I was the only one tensed up and constantly looking around to make sure we weren't sinking.

Another thing I noticed about my fellow boat companions was that they all had the same look on their faces. It was the confidence that I deeply needed. I'd do anything for that kind of confidence...or not...I don't think that I'm reliable enough to stick to it for that long...

When our boat hit land I jumped almost a foot in the air. I'd like to say that it was because I was not prepared for it to jerk like that, but I know that even if I was prepared I'd still jump. I heard snickering and saw "pillow" smirking at me. I felt my face instantly heat up from embarassment as I shrugged. I waited untill the other kids got out of the boat before I got up. I didn't want to go too slow and have them get annoyed at me. Plus, I really didn't want to accidently trip in front of them either.

I stepped out of the boat and sure enough my left foot caught the edge of it, making me trip. I didn't fall really, just stumbled a bit. I looked around and sighed with relief when I saw that no one saw that. They never really do when I just do that though. They wait untill I've fallen flat on my face to take any notice. I quickly followed the other first years as I saw them head to the castle.

We were led to a very strict looking woman and she took us to a hall inside the castle. The lady said something about being sorted but I was having a very hard time staying focused. My eyes kept drifting towards the paintings on the walls. Being born in a very pure wizarding family I was used to the pictures moving, but it never ceased to facinate me. It gave me a chance to study people with out looking like a creeper.

Hearing people scream quickly brought my attention back to the front. The strict lady was gone but up above us where ghosts. I had to stifle a scream. I knew that there would be ghosts and I had tried to prepare for it, but it didn't help. Of course having my big sister hide behind different rooms in the house to pop out and scare me for "preparation" probably made me even more nervous instead of helping me.I tensed up and kept an eye on the spirits in case they came near me.

Not too long after that the lady, who after overhearing wispers I found out was named Professor McGonagall, came back and took us to the great hall.

We lined up in between two house tables facing the teacher's table. Professor McGonagall went up there and put down a three legged stool, then on top of that she placed a really old looking hat. Soon the great hall had gone eerily quiet as everyone stared at it. I looked up at it also when it suddenly started to sing. I jumped back into that blond headed kid who in turn looked at me and sneered. Embarrassed, I mumbled an appology went to face the front.

That's when I noticed "Pillow" looking at me with a raised eyebrow. ...His hair was light brown...I shrugged again and faced the front. I probably should have been paying more attention to the song that the hat was singing, but just waching the hat move and talk kept me distracted.

I was snapped out of my daze when everybody suddenly started clapping. I will admit that I might have flinched a little when they did this. Suddenly names started to be called and one by one a student went up there and had that nasty hat put on their heads.

The more people that got called up and sorted the more nervous I became. My father had been in Gryffindor, and my mother in Ravenclaw. So baisically if I was in one of those houses I'd be fine. But secretly I was scared that somewhere in my heart I was actually very mean spirited, so I would end up in Slytherin.

"Draco Malfoy!" I look over and saw that the skinny blond headed kid was going up there. He never seemed to lose his confidence even when sitting on the stool. The sorting hat definetly didn't take long for it to make a decision. It barely touched his head before it yelled out Slytherin. He smirked and sat down at the green and silver table. After a few more kids were called, two of them being Vincent Crabbe and Pansy Parkinson the ones who were in my boat and also became Slytherins, a "Gregory Goyle" was called up next.

I glanced around and saw "Pillow" walk up there. He smirked as he sat down, as if he already knew what house he was going to be in. The hat didn't take long with him, though it wasn't as fast as it was with Draco Malfoy, and he was sent to Slytherin.

"Harry Potter!" my head snapped up when I heard that name. Lots of other people looked around too. Then a skinny boy with very messy black hair walked up and sat on the stool. I looked at him and suddenly became very sad. It probably sucks having your parents die before you were old enough to remember them.

The sorting hat took a lot longer to sort him but eventually he was sorted into Gryffindor. I held my breath as I waited for my name to be called. There were only five other kids left so I knew I was going to have to go soon.

"April Peterson!" I jumped a little after hearing my name but soon took a deep breath and made my way up there. I was shaking like a leaf as I sat down, I tended to have stage fright. I flinched quite violently when I heard a whisper in my head.

"Well now, aren't you ...interesting..." I wasn't quite sure how to take that. Then I heard the hat take a deep breath as if ready to yell.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" I blinked. That couldn't be right. No one in my family has ever been in Hufflepuff. Heck, I didn't even feel the need to worry about being pu into that house and I worry about everything! I blinked as I was pushed towards the cheering table. I hadn't even realized that I was just standing there with a stupid look on my face.

I walked over and sat down at the yellow and black table. Everyone was smiling and seemed to be very friendly. Maybe Hufflepuff wasn't so bad.

End Chapter 1.

ok so i noticed that she jumps and flinches a lot, but there's a reason for that. ...it's based off of me, i flinch and jump at everything...

anyway tell me how you liked it, or didn't like it. And review!