"He's right there! Somebody grab him before he gets away!" Pansy Parkinson. I never did like her. Actually, I didn't like anyone in my house. My mum always said I would make her proud. Dad said I'd disappoint him. In these next few minutes, I was going to make someone I love happy. I would also disappoint someone I loved. But maybe…maybe this would make him proud to have me as a daughter. I wouldn't ever know.
What I did know was that the Slytherins and I did not share the same values or beliefs or morals. I wasn't even sure why I was in Slytherin. For that, they tormented me, shunned me. Nobody else in the school would talk to me because I was Slytherin. I wouldn't have talked to me either. My house isn't exactly something I'm proud of. Wasn't something I could be proud of.
As one though, the school stood and faced our table, daring us to attack. After just a moment's hesitation and uncertainty, I stand. Eyes, for once, are not riveted on Harry Potter, but on me. It's not a pleasant feeling, especially since they are hostile glares from all around, burning into me, reminding me who I am.
I can see what they're thinking. The Slytherins are thinking that I'm a blood traitor and that the Dark Lord will take care of me once the battle is won. The rest of the school thinks I'm going to take them on single-handily. Instead, I step over the bench and clutch my wand tightly. Then I walk over, join the rest of the school and ignoring the angry hisses from my house, face the Slytherins. There's a shocked silence from the rest of the school and I hold my breath, praying they won't hex me.
Someone claps me on the shoulder and I look over and see Colin Creevey smiling at me. I smile back tentatively. There are more than a few suspicious glances, but some people smile or nod at me. I only pray they understand that I'm not going to betray them.
I've chosen my side in the war.