Disclaimer: I won nothing! yeah I feel so special owning nothing!

A/N: this is an alternate universe story.

Summery: (This is told from Ron's point of view) What if Ron's deep desire to be different from his brothers had landed him in some other house besides Gryffindor? What if it had landed him in.....

"Slytherin!" The hat cried out on top of my head.

Excuse me? I ask in my head.

Slytherin, it replied back.

My heart sunk down to my stomach, and my stomach sunk down to my toes.

No one in the great hall was making a sound. Everyone knew it was a Weasley tradition to be in Gryffindor, not Slytherin. I stare at Fred, George, and Percy with pleading eyes. Fred and George shrugged their shoulders, and Percy looked away, his eyes full of shame.

Professor McGonagall regained herself and took the hat off of my head, and said, "Step down Mr. Weasley."

I got up, and Professor Dumbledore started a clap for me. I knew all eyes were staring at me, and I felt myself turn as red as my hair. I sat down next to some third year, and stared at the plate. All the Slytherins were looking at me, but didn't talk to me. I looked over at the table I was supposed to be in; I looked at the Gryffindor table and I felt, in the pit of my stomach, a small yearning to be there too, with my brothers, Harry Potter, and even the annoying Hermione Granger.

As Dumbledore started talking, Malfoy asked in a disapproving voice, "How did you end up here?"

I shrugged and said, "I don't know."

I wasn't listening to a word Dumbledore was saying, I was wondering how I was supposed to live with these brutes. I replayed what the hat said in my mind.

Ah, another Weasley, well I know were to put you, it had started. Wait what is this? You have a strong desire to stand out from your brothers?

Yes sir, I answered it.

Well, I know what to do with you know, it told me before it cried out that devastating word that would haunt me for the rest of my life.

Slytherin, how could I have gotten in Slytherin? I wasn't evil or wanted muggle borns to die, I liked muggle borns and I knew I wasn't evil. I would have taken Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff, just not Slytherin.

As the food appeared, I only had a little of it. I was afraid that I was going to be sick. After we ate, we were lead to our dormitories. As we entered the Slytherin's common room, I felt a cold shiver go down my spine. This common room gave of a cold, unlivable vibe. The couches, and chairs seemed like they were hard, and uncomfortable. As we headed up to our beds, I felt even more uncomfortable seeing how some of the boys have already started making groups if friends, while I was trying to just to say hello to someone.

As we entered our dormitories, I went to the bed with my stuff on it, when Malfoy sat on my bed and said, "I want this one."

"Uh, ok," I said, as I moved my stuff.

I walked over to Malfoy's old bed, and was about to sit on it when Malfoy said, "I want that one too."

"Where am I supposed to sleep?" I asked.

"Outside or on the floor," Malfoy told me.

"Or you could just go stuff yourself," I told him.

"What did you say Weasel?" Malfoy asked, getting up angrily.

"I said go stuff yourself," I told him again.

"It's bad enough you are a disgrace to pure blood wizards, but you know you are going to disgrace the Slytherin house," Malfoy said.

I looked at him and asked, "Are you sure you don't disgrace the wizarding world?"

"How dare you," Malfoy said. "Crabbe, Goyle get him!"

Crabbe grabbed my left arm, while Goyle grabbed my right arm, and Malfoy cracked his knuckles, smiling.

"Hey, Draco," called out a Slytherin, "why don't you him alone?"

This Slytherin was a big guy, with a nose piercing, and he had hair that was dyed black. Malfoy looked the guy up and down and decided that this guy could beat him up, thus Malfoy said, "Let him go Crabbe, Goyle. Just watch it Weasel."

Malfoy turned to my bed and said, "That's lumpy anyway."

I put my stuff down on my bed again and said to the boy, "Thanks."

The boy looked like he didn't care, but then lowered his voice and said, "No problem, just don't cross Malfoy again. I won't be around all the time."

"What's your name?" I asked.

He acted like he didn't hear me, but said, quietly with out moving his lips said, "Millicent Bulstrode."

"Ron Weasley," I told him, quietly also. I had the feeling anyone who showed kindness to me, was going to be marked by Malfoy.

Millicent nodded, but didn't say anything further. I got ready for bed, and then fell asleep dreading the whole upcoming year.