AN: Hey guys, I'm starting a new story, hope you like it, please review! If you have any song suggestions that are appropriate, please tell me and I will do my best to give a shout-out to those people! Sorry for such a short chapter, but the rest of the chapters will be longer, I promise.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter!
Dream's POV
I sighed.
Moving was always hard, every school that I go to, there were always the jocks, the queen bees, the outsiders, the nerds, the geeks, the athletes, the wannabees. And of course, the cute guy. Every school I went to, there is always a price: attitude. But I just find that such a turn-on.
Me?
Well, I'm the rebel. Every school has one rebel. I think that students have a right to say what they want to say.
I was especially rebellious when it came to music.
I love music, it showed expression, feeling, something so strong it can tear you down or build you up. Music is my life. Oh, and art as well, but I like music more.
I could really use some music right now, or a sketch pad.
I don't know how I will fit in in this new school.
The school is Hogwarts, a school of witchcraft and wizardry.
Um, I also forgot to say…the reason my family has to move, is because I can't control my magic.
I can do powerful magic, and sometimes when I get angry I hurt people.
I get scared, and I can't do anything to control it. That's why I'm going to this school to help me.
Right now I'm on the train, looking out the window occasionally.
We finally get there, and my older sister escorts me to the teachers to ride with her. Her name is Paige. I'm a transfer student, second year. My sister is a fourth.
I'm kinda nervous, but when it comes to crowds, I'm not. I don't get stage fright, I love being on stage because when the music starts I can be myself.
"Paige, this wig is itchy!' I scratched my head.
"Be careful! Don't knock it off!" And with a swish of her hand, the itching stops.
Yep, she's the talented one.
My parents don't know about my music, in fact, I never get my chance to shine when it comes to my parents.
The reason why my sister had my wear this ridiculous wig with contacts is because she wants to protect me.
The wig has blonde wavy, about shoulder length hair and my contacts make eyes green.
When we get in the range of actually seeing the castle, it took my breath away.
It was so inspiring, I wanted to sit and sketch until I was done.
We followed the other students and teachers into The Great Hall.
This is it; I'm going to be sorted.
"Sissy, do you think I'm going to be in Slytherin?" I wanted to be in that house so badly.
My whole family was Slytherin.
People or other wizards judge us for that. Not all Slytherins are bad, you know?!
Well, that's not why they judge us.
My family are Death Eaters.
Except for my sister and I.
She looked down at me and smiled. "Well, ask the hat that."
What hat?