Hello! I'm Rachel Potter. Yes, the one and only Harry Potter is my grandfather… It's been 40 years since my grandfather defeated Voldamort, in the battle between good and evil. After all of that, Hogwarts is still standing, luckily the triplets didn't destroy it, Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's kids. As for me, this year I would be starting my first year at Hogwarts…
My Grandpa tells me that I should watch out for the dungeons and the forbidden forest. But I take after him, so of course I would go in. I'm a little rebel. I have all my things ready and packed to go to Station 9 and ¾. I was very nervous, because it's not everyday that I run into walls. Actually I take that back. I run into walls on a daily base.
As Grandma Ginny, who is lightly tapping me, pulls me back to reality I realize that I was staring off to space. She gives me a warm smile and pats my back. Getting me ready to run through the wall. I grip my cart, and squeeze my eyes tight. "L-let's d-d-do this…" I had a terrified look on my face, "I don't know if I can do this!" Suddenly a hard pat against my head takes me by surprise and I abruptly turn around. It's Thomas Malfoy…
I blush a rosy color as he smirks at me, "You idiot, there nothing to be afraid of!" He grabs my hand and pulls me through the wall. "AHH!" I shriek but as I come out fine, "Not ahhh?"
"See it wasn't so bad!" He gives me an assuring smile. Yes, that is the grandchild of the terrible Draco Malfoy. But surprisingly he's a little bit of a trickster and prankster, however kind to the good people around him… I push my cart a little bit and unload onto the train… I poke my head out of the window and wave to my parents, and my grandma, and Grandpa Harry…
Grandpa walks over to me, and tells me to be brave and accept whatever house you get in. I smile at him, and wave bye. I could see Granma Ginny crying tears of pride. I laugh a little bit. Then the train starts its movement. My journey is starting. I wave back at everyone, "BYE!" A yell the words at my family.
About 1 hour of the train ride, the trolley comes and I get a chocolate frog, and Thomas get's s gummy wand… Two more hours till Hogwarts, this would take forever, but by the time I had finished the thought, Thomas was all sprawled out on the couch. I get close to face to see if he's asleep. I poke his check softly, and then I pull on it. "I think he's asleep…" I'm about to turn back to my seat, when a hand firmly grapples my hand and pulls me back…
Thomas is on his side facing me, and I have my back to him. My neck was sweating a little bit. "T-Thomas what are you doing?" He gets up a little and pecks my neck then lets go of me. I shiver. "THOMAS!" I slap him right across the face, and walk back to my seat. "Pervert!" I stick my tongue out at him.
He smirks at me, "It was just a joke!" He then sticks a playful tongue back at me. I turn away from him, and look out the window blushing. By the time that I spaced back into reality, I see Thomas reaching for his bag on the top shelf. We're here. This is what I was waiting for.
I gulp down a little bit of spit, ad wipe my forehead. Thomas flicks my head, "There's nothing to worry about." We get off the train, and head over to a dock where there are boats; I step into a boat with a girl named Glenda, and a boy named Jack. More people crowd in and he scoots a little bit more to me, that didn't faze me though. I already liked Thomas.
I think I could feel Thomas glaring at the back of his head. We get to Hogwarts, and a teacher named Professor McGonagall. "Is that Rachel Potter?" She comes close to me, and stare right at me. "I remember when you're father, and Grandfather were standing right here." I smiled at her because that was the only thing to do when she stared extremely close to me.
She explained everything, about being sorted and where we should walk. Instinctively, I find Thomas in the crowd, and squeeze the life out of his hand. He squeezed me back, and then looked up at me. We repeat together, "If we get in different house, we will always be friends!" We touch our foreheads together, and then walk through the large gates…
I look around, seeing the triplets, Laura, Laurence, and Lauren. It was extremely hard to tell who is who. Then I see the sorting hat. Standing proud on it's tall chair. I walk up to the front of the stair, for my name to be called. "Grace Longbottom!" Says the professor. The sorting hat is placed on her head, and calls out immediately "HUFFLEPUFF!"
The professor looks at the list, and reads, "Rachel Potter!" I grip Thomas's hand one last time, before everything changes where I get sorted. I step up to the chair, and sit down. I freeze in utter nervousness. I sweat down my back, and the long sleeved robes were only making it worse. I peer at Thomas's face, to see that's he's worried. I look down at my shaking hands, and then I calm them down, by humming.
A wonderful tune, that soothed me… Professor McGonagall placed the somewhat large hat on my head, and he made a weird face.
"Intriguing, you are definitely a Gryff- Wait, no let me look deeper… I don't think I have ever seen this before!" The hat proclaims. My eyes widen. "W-what house am I in?" My fingers start working up again…
The head master stood up. Ruben Dumbledore. He walks from behind the table, and faces me. "I think she must be, that." He gives me a quizzical look.
I frantically look around, to see the faces of confused faces. "What's that?" I gulp loudly.
Then the Sorting Hat takes back over, "We apologize for the confusion, however this has not been seen for over 10,000 years of teaching at Hogwarts. I remember every student that I place, and 10,000 years ago, was the beginning of Hogwarts, and the first person that I ever sorted was a man named, Aru Blackthorne, who did not fit into any one of the houses. He was different, because he could see things in different ways, he could talk to snakes without be a Slytherin, and the strangest thing about him, was that he could talk to the dead. Now I'm not saying you can do that to, but you are different from everyone else." The Sorting Hat paused, trying to think of the words to say it.
Professor McGonagall stepped in, "Should we say it to the whole school?" She put a hand to her mouth worried.
The head master nodded, then turned to the sorting hat, and nodded, "You may say it."
"Rachel Potter, is place in… SPECIAL W!"
Thank you everyone for reading this story, I know that I already have another story going on, but I couldn't hold it in ANY LONGER! I mean any longer, and I probably would've forgotten! XD anyways, I might drop the other one, to make time for this story, however I might be able to do both of them at the same time! I don't know… But I'll try! So stick around to see ch. 2, and DARKCRISIS OUT! ;)