Darcy Potter
"James if you don't come down these stairs right now I will force Mother and Father to leave without you." I shouted up the stair case.
Today was the day I was leaving for my first year at Hogwarts. Me and my twin brother James were extremely excited, though I didn't show it as much as him. My brother was hoping to go into Gryffindor, just like every other Potter for Generations. But not me. If anyone asked me I would just shrug my shoulders, I knew if I told them where I wanted to be sorted they would call me out for nonsense.
I wanted to go into Slytherin.
I felt like that was what would suit me best and in a way I think everyone around me did as well, but just kept quiet and hoped it didn't happen. I was always the well behaved child. I was the one who would act like a proper lady while my brother fooled around. My mother loved it, although my Father, not so much, he wanted me to play football, a muggle game, much to my dislike, and quidditch, is more like my idiotic brother. But those games were for boys, I was a lady, and I was going to act like one.
James hated me for it; he was always trying to get me to interact with his muggle friends from the next door house, though I would try to do anything to get away from hanging around with those people. I didn't want to look at them, let alone associate with them. I believed that pure bloods were much better; I believed that we were above everyone else.
This annoyed my whole family.
Whenever we would go into town for shopping, I would stick as close as I could to any member of my family that I could, to try and get away from them, I couldn't bear to be closer than a metre from a muggle. I was always told off for being stupid but that was what I firmly believed.
And I guess that with all my beliefs and traits everyone secretly knew I was more of a Slytherin than a Gryffindor.
"Hang on Darcy, have a little patience!" James shouted back and I crossed my arms angrily glaring at the wall in front of me.
When I finally heard his feet thumping down the stairs, (ten minutes late) I sighed in half annoyance with him and happiness that we could finally leave.
"Thank Merlin James. You are impossible, can't you ever me ready in time?" I snapped at him, and he grinned at me, putting an arm around my shoulder.
"Dear Darcy, when will you learn, I can't stick to rules." He said patronisingly and I glared at him angrily.
"Get off James, you intolerable twit." I shoved him away from me and stared daggers at him.
"Darcy, apologise." I heard my father's strict voice say from behind me and I whipped arounf to face him, his expression was stern and he looked at me pointedly. I sighed loudly and spun back around to see my brother smirking at me, tapping his foot. I gave him a forced bight smile.
"I am ever so sorry, dear brother if I insulted you, please accept my apology." I said in a half sarcastic voice.
"I accept your apology." His smirk grew and my glare was back.
"Can we leave now?" I said and without waiting for an answer walked through the door and towards the car, purposely bumping into James as I went.
When w e finally reached Kings Cross Station in muggle London after a barely tolerable car journey I sighed in relief.
I immediately got out the car and waited impatiently for the rest of my family to follow.
My father cast concealment charm on the bags so that they were invisible and cast a levitation spell on them so that we wouldn't have to carry them.
We entered the old train station and walked past all the platforms, but then my father stopped abruptly when he heard a man call his name.
I whipped around to see a family of black haired people. I immediately recognised them as the Old and Noble house of Black. I stared at the regal family in awe as they walked over to us.
"Charlus." The man greeted gruffly. I noticed how my Mother and Fathers stance stiffened, but I ignored it.
As the family came closer to us I curtsied slightly, and the woman there looked at me in part shock but the smug look over powered it.
As soon as I lowered into a curtsy my father grabbed my arm roughly pulling me back up straight, he shook his head no and I sighed. I wanted to impress the family, to show them that I wasn't like the rest of my family.
"Orion, what do you want." My father snapped.
"The minister wishes to have a meeting with you tomorrow morning, he asked me to carry on the message."
At that moment a man with an unruly beard, holding a sketchpad in his hand placed his arm on my shoulder trying to get my attention. As soon as I saw that it wasn't anyone I knew I flinched and jumped back abruptly gaining the attention f everyone.
"Get away from me you filthy muggle!" I glared at the man sharply as he stared at me in shock.
My father then placed a rough hand on my arm and pulled me back.
"Don't be so rude Darcy. Apologise to the man." He said angrily, but trying to keep his cool. But all I did was hold my nose high in the air, showing them that I had no intention of apologising. My father sighed heavily and glared at me before looking at the man who stood there with a worried look.
"I'm sorry on behalf of my daughter." He said and I rolled my eyes.
The muggle man nodded and scurried off casting wary glances my way.
I crossed my arms and turned away from my father. I heard a chuckle in front of me and I snapped my head up to see Orion Black and Walburga Black smirking at my father.
"I see your daughter is wiser than you Charlus, you could learn a few things from her." He said and I stared in shock as Walburga Black smirked at me, nodding her head in approval.
My father glared at Mr. Black before grabbing me again and spinning around, dragging me away, "Thank you for passing on the message Orion." He snarled and stomped off, dragging me behind him. I didn't bother turning around, I knew all eyes were on me, which I relished in. I heard fast footsteps behind us and I knew that it was James and Mother.
When we had walked a far enough distance from the Black family my father stopped abruptly and turned to glare at me.
"How dare you embarrass the family like that!" He snarled and I glared right back at him.
"I don't know why you're so angry."
"Darcy, you have been brought up in a nice family, with good views on people around us, why is it that you believe in all this nonsense that you are better than everyone." He snapped.
I didn't say anything though, just stared at him until he gave up and dragged us towards platform 9¾.
The Black Family
Orion and Walburga Black smirked as the Charlus Potter dragged his daughter away from them, the rest of their blood traitor family following closely behind.
"Well well well, finally a Potter that knows how the world works." Walburga black said and Orion turned to her.
"She'll be in Slytherin with Sirius." He said turning to his eldest son.
"Sirius, you keep an eye on her, I want to see if she's the same as the rest of her blood traitor family." Sirius black sighed, but nodded nevertheless.
Darcy Potter
After the long train journey to Hogwarts, sharing a cabin with James and another boy, I think his name was Frank Longbottom we finally arrived at Hogwarts.
I followed behind the rest of the first years, crossing the lake on the boats, I shared a boat alongside James and Frank again, until we were finally waiting outside for the Great Hall, ready for sorting.
When McGonagall came back t us saying that the school was ready for us I held my head p high and walked beside my brother towards the front of the hall.
We all stopped in front of the Professors table and McGonagall took out a long roll of parchment and read the first name.
"Black, Sirius!" She called.
Sirius walked up to the stool and sat down as the ratty old hat was placed on his head I was shocjed when I heard a voice.
"Hmm, let's see, a Black, but you're not like the rest of your family are you? No... I know where to put you... GRYFFINDOR!"
The hat called and I stared in shock as a Black was sorted into Gryffindor, Sirius smiled brightly and walked over to the loudly cheering house of red and gold, although over it all you could hear the booing coming from the Slytherin table, but Sirius ignore it and just threw a smirk at his cousins who were glaring at him angrily.
"Rowle, Eliza!" the next name was and I turned around to see a black haired girl sit on the stool, after a few seconds the hat called Slytherin and she stood up happily walking over to the clapping table and taking a seat.
After a long list of others names I was finally called.
"Potter, Darcy!"
I breathed in deeply and looked at my brother to see him grinning at me happily.
I walked over to the stool with my head held high and sat down, then the olf hat was placed on my head.
It was barely placed on my head before it called out my house.
"SLYTHERIN!"
