My first fanfiction I hope you like it.

Chapter One: I wish I could leave

"Slytherin," the sorting hat yelled while the table to right-most burst into applauds. With my ears still ringing I walked over to the table.

Unfortunately for me the loud noises did not come to an end after the sorting was over. My table, the Slytherin, was in fact next to the rowdiest table, the Gryffindor's I believe they are called. It would have been easier to just ignore them if very so often they didn't throw their dinner at us. By us I mean the other firth years and me who thought that we should sit together so to make friends and not bother the older students. After the unpleasant experience of having to pull peas from my hair and dodging mashed potatoes I have cleverly decided to find somewhere else to eat later.

The headmaster stood up and everyone was soon silent. "I have a few start-of-term notices to you now that we are all fed and watered."

It made be true that I was fed but trying to survive as well. Are we to far away from the teachers table for them to see or do they just don't care.

"First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."

Who would be stupid enough to enter a forest called the Forbidden Forest anyways it's like asking to die a horrible gruesome death. Apparently to red-headed twins as the headmaster flashed his eyes in their direction.

"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors."

Because what else would kids/teenagers with wands want to do.

"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch."

So even even the wizards have useless like sports but they would probably be even more ridiculous because it's a wizard sport.

"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death," the headmaster, Dumbledore, finished with only a few students, mostly first years, laughing at his final statement thinking it was a joke but soon stopped when they noticed the older students weren't laughing. Then realized that the headmaster was not joking and was very serious.

I seriously think I made a mistake in coming to this school but nothing to be down to be about I am sure that they won't just leave a dangerous place unsupervised and be impossible for students to enter.

"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. The other teachers smile's, I noticed, had become rather fixed.

Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon glue out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.

"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, " and off we go!"

And the whole school proceeded to bellow:

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we've forgot,

Just do your best, we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot."

Is it to late to leave go to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic? I wondered as the last two which were the red-head twins finished as slowly as humanly-I mean wizardry possible.

"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now bedtime. Off you trot!"

I definitely agree if the song was meant for us question the sanity of the founders and run away. Not even me with zero talent at song writing could screw up that badly. Not that I've ever tried to make a song but I am sure that it would not scared away kids.

Seeing as I was being left behind I quickly jogged to catch up with the other first years Slytherin being lead by whom I assume could only be the head-boy and head-girl.

We were taken down to the dungeon and after many twists and turns ended up in front of a stretch of bare, damp stone wall.

"The password is 'Salazar'," and on cue a stone door concealed in the wall slid open. "Make sure not to forget it or else you'll be locked out."

Inside the Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and a ceiling from which round, greenish lamps were having on chains. A fire was cracking under an elaborately carved mantelpiece ahead of them. It did not fit my image of warm and cozy but as long as I had a bed I could care less.

Being lead by the head-girl we were given a quick explanation of where our room was and not to enter any of the older girls room unless they wanted to be scared for life.

Unlike most of the girl who just undressed and collapsed in bed. I went to wash out the grease from my hair that came from chicken after that I plopped into bed and drifted off to a place where reality is forgotten.