Chapter One; Thoughts.
Louis Weasley was classically beautiful. He had perfectly-shaped lips, large blue eyes and a slightly tanned complexion. It was because he was part Veela. He was also a Wizard and would begin his student life at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry tomorrow. He could barely contain his excitement. His cousin, Lucy Weasley, would also be attending the school however she was the only child out of all his relatives who would be at Hogwarts. His eldest sister, Victoire, had moved away from Shell Cottage and escaped into a Muggle place that went by the name of California. His second sibling was down stairs, pampering her cat. Victoire had been sorted into Hufflepuff and Dominique had been a Ravenclaw. Their mother was equally as proud of both of them. Louis could tell that their father was slightly disappointed that they weren't placed in Gryffindor like himself however nothing could be done about it. The Sorting Hat's decision is final and Louis was very anxious about it. He forced himself to believe that he wanted to be a Gryffindor to please his father but maybe that was not what he was truly suited to. If Shell Cottage was on fire at this moment Louis thought of what he would do. Would he save his Owl? Would he save himself? Would he jump out of his window? Would he await to be rescued? He did not know but he did not want to over-think the situation. He heaved a heavy sigh and lay on his bed. The sound of the ocean outside echoed and the sand whistling on the shore calmed him. With those two sounds comforting him, he fell off into a deep sleep.
