I'm Charity Black, daughter of Sirius Black, assumed murderer of the potter family and godfather of harry potter. Right now I'm walking through the doors of Hogwarts school of which craft and wizardry. I'm nervous but excited at the same time, I wish my dad could see me, I wanted to prove he was innocent, I wanted to make him proud of me. I looked around as we walked up the stairs. We were met by a woman called professor McGonagall. She was strict looking, when she left I heard a voice.
"so its true then... What they're saying on the train Harry potter has come to Hogwarts."
"Harry potter?" was whispered behind me.
"this is crab and goyle, and I'm malfoy... Draco malfoy."
someone snorted.
"think my names funny do you? No need to ask you yours... Red hair and handle down robe... You must be a weasley." Draco said and looked to Harry. "You'll soon find out that some wizard in families are better than other, Potter. I can help you there."
"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself thanks." Harry said and Draco glared.
professor McGonagalltapped Draco on the shoulder and he looked at her and turned to glare at Harry before walking to crabbe and goyle. We began to walk inside, I looked up and saw the enchanted ceiling.
"it's not real... The ceiling, it's just bewitched to look like the night sky." Hermione granger said. "I read about it in 'Hogwarts a history'."
I stood with the other first years and waited for my turn to the sorting hat. When finally it came.
"Charity Black." She said and I walked up. I heard whispers, hateful whispers.
I sat on the stool and waited for the hat to be placed on my head. When the hat was placed on my head I heard a voice.
'you're very difficult to place. Just like mister potter. Hmmm... Let me think, you have the smarts of a ravenclaw, the loyalty of a hufflepuff, the sneakiness of a slytherin and the bravery of the mighty griffindor, your past is littered with trials to survive, the worst of any I have ever seen, even that of he-who-must-not-be-named.' It said
'i survived didn't i? I only want to live normally, with my dad and some family. I forced myself to live so I could see it myself, I need to see my dad again, even if I have to break him out of askaban myself.' I thought.
'Determination, so much like your father as well as your mother. They would be proud that you are in...'
"GRIFFINDOR!" The hat shouted.
i took it off and stood, handing it to the professor, I walked to the griffindor table and sat at the far end, I knew no one wanted to sit next to me so I sat as far away from them as possible.
Halfway through dinner I felt someone sit next to me and looked up to see none other than hermione granger.
"thought you would stay with them, they seem like much better people to talk to." I said and she shook her head.
"not when theyre talking about someone they don't even know." She said and I smiled.
"I guess... I understand though. My dad was accused of murder, but he was a great man. I know this." I said. "Hermione, do you think evil people can love?"
"I think it depends on how you define evil."