A/N I do not not own any of these characters, except the ones made up by me and not J.. This story is something that has been in progress for many years and I have finally decided to give it a shot.
Fall of First Year
Do you know what it's like to have a friend? A friend that you trust, a friend that you love, a friend that you would die for? What about a friend who you would do anything for, no questions asked. I do. But I also know of a friend who is full of lies, deception and betrayal. Yet you still love him. You still trust him, and you would still die for him. It was my first year. 11 years old and so innocent, so naive. So young and full of life, full of hope. Not anymore. It was a year of new experiences both good and bad, for better and for worse. Some say it was a lesson that I had to learn, others say it was a lesson that no one should have had to go through. Me? I try not to think about it in that way. To be blunt I was a loner. From the start I was all by myself, alone. To this day, it has never changed. But we will get to that. To the world I was invisible. Always ignored, always looked over. Even to myself, I usually tended to forget I was there. Wherever there was. I had longed and craved for a friend. Friend. Back then that word, no meaning was so foreign to me. I had no concept of what a friend was, until he came. Yes HE. The one who had changed my life. The one that made me the way I am today, the one who had taken my soul from me. But more importantly the one who had taught me the most valuable things in life that I would ever learn. For one, trust is over-rated. I was stupid and I paid for my mistakes. Yes a hefty pay for such a small mistake. But all small mistakes accumulate until it eventually becomes one grand mistake, which can never be taken back. So in the end I had this huge mistake. And I paid for it, with my life. Not just my life though. My body and soul as well.
But that was near the end of the year.
Let's start at the beginning. Shall we?
That summer I had been alone. No one to talk to, no one to be with. Unbeknownst of my knowledge that was just the beginning of a long, lonely year. My brother surprisingly made friends. They had come to stay over for the last few weeks of summer. Apparently a year at Hogwarts made him "mature" and I was too young as well as him being too old, so playing with me had stopped. So I read, and drew and wrote. Yes I was a writer. Mind you, nothing good was written, not then anyways. Only years to come would I have written anything worth reading. I paid no mind to my brother and his friends. Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. I was head over heels for him. And it showed, boy did it ever show. When I think of it now, it disgusts me. Not because of the way I acted, no. But that it was him of all people. Back then, I worshipped him, he was my hero. Now, well one's ideals of people change. No one seemed to notice that I never left my room. Only for meals and times when I was needed. Not even my own mother noticed that for the whole summer I was absent. The woman who gave life to me, sad isn't it? She was too preoccupied with Ron and his new friends to pay any heed to me.
So when the summer came to an end, I wasn't all that sad to see it go.
My first year at Hogwarts was commencing. A little girl of only 11 years old. I was so excited for it to start. For me to finally be able to see all the wonders in which my brother spoke of. But most importantly, I was excited to make friends.
In some twisted sort of way my wish had come true. But not how I had expected it.
I was in awe the moment I had gotten off that big red steaming train. The first thing I saw was the half-giant. Hagrid. No he wasn't important. The first real thing that stuck in my mind was the castle. The moment it came into view I was awestruck. It was so surreal. I was in a trance the whole boat ride and going into the castle. I zoned out during McGonagall's speech. As she led us to the sorting hat I wondered briefly what would happen if I was not sorted into Gryffindor? As I waited for my turn to come I took in my surroundings. I watched the houses, the students.
The Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws were happy and excited to be back at school. What interested me though were neither of those houses. I strayed my eyes across the room and took a good, long look at the house of serpents. They intrigued me. Most of them looked bored and seemed as if they couldn't care less about the sorting ceremony. I didn't have much time to think about it as my name was called.
"Weasley, Ginevra" The hat had yelled.
As I walked up those stairs I saw my brothers looking at me. Watching me and waiting for me to be sorted into their house, like every other Weasley in history. As I sat on the stool and the hat slid over my head I had but one thought going through my mind.
Am I to be sorted into Gryffindor like every other of my kin before me?
Something that no one save two people know, is that unlike everyone thought, I was not immediately sorted into the house of lions.
"Another Weasley eh?" The hat had asked me sarcastically.
"Yes, but does that matter? It is only a name nothing more." I retorted back.
"Hmm Your not like the others. You do not belong with them. You are greater. Slytherin would be the house for you. You can achieve great things." The hat had told me.
"NO! Gryffindor, not Slytherin." I screamed at the hat in my mind.
"You will regret it one day...GRYFFINDOR" The hat said to everybody else.
As I made my way to the Gryffindor table, everyone was clapping for me. Loudly. Especially my brothers. As I sat down and waited for the food that I knew was going to come, I promised myself I would not tell anybody what had happened up there with the hat. I kept to that promise, well mostly anyways.
The thing is, I did regret it. The fucking hat was right. Not that I realized it until a year too late.
So like every first year before me, I made my way to my house table. The table where I would be eating for the next seven years, three times a day. Not that I thought of it like that. No, I was just glad that I was sorted into the house that my brothers were in. In some way, I was finally accepted into something.
The feast ended and we were all led to our new common room by no other than my brother Percy. We stopped at a portrait of a fat lady. When we got into the common room I was in awe. I have never in my life seen something so magnificent and majestic than that common room. Done up to the nines in gold and maroon. As we were shown our dormitories I took one last look at the Gryffindor common room and thought to myself, what would the Slytherin common room have looked like?
What is it that after a good full meal, all you want to do is sleep? But when you finally get into your bed the last thing you can do is fall asleep. I found myself that first night, awake and not being able to fall asleep. So I had decided to unpack my things. Why not get a head start on it? After all my books were put away in their proper places, there was this one lone book left on my bed. I've never seen it before and I had no clue what it was, or which subject it was for. So I opened it and to my amazement it was blank. I decided that it must have been a present from my parents. A diary, I thought to myself.
So I wrote about the wonders of Hogwarts and my first impressions of the school and my expectations for the year. And last but not least I wrote down that I was almost sorted into Slytherin. I wrote about how my parents would have been disappointed in me and what kind of child would I have been if I had chosen to go into Slytherin over Gryffindor?
With that I made my way to bed and finally fell asleep. But unbeknownst to my knowledge, a reply was being written to my last question. In a very defined male script the answer popped up; The Ideal one.
