Fog blinded the view to the Hogwarts castle, my fingers gripped onto the edges of my skirt in utter fright as I felt the train coming to a final stop. What would Hogwarts have in store for me? After all, I was a Mediterranean fourteen-year-old girl entering into my first school, ever. I never imagined this would ever occur. My parents, due to their terrible experience at a magical institution, chose homeschooling for me. However, my dad recently took up a job at the Ministry of Magic. We left our warm aquatic beautiful house in Italy for an ice-cold mound of bricks in England. Dad befriended Arthur Weasley and was encouraged to send me off to Hogwarts. I am not so sure this was a good decision; I am not much of a "people person" but then again who am I to say I'm not. I'm just never around people.

I charmed my rather large trunk and belongings into my small bag and stumbled from my empty compartment. I was supposed meet Ron at Platform 9 3/4, Arthur's youngest son, but I ditched him, for his sake, truly. I did not want to impose him with my absurdities. Homeschooling turned me into quite a person… In spite of this, I enjoy being Lia Zucchi.

Stepping from the train, I gaped at the magnificence of the castle, completely unaware of the fact that I blocked the exit. In an instant, I was shoved to the side, and my glasses fell to the ground. Everything became a blur.

"Hey!" I yelled to the rude person who knocked me over. Snickers arose behind me, when I turned; I came face to face with a rather large boy.

"Excuse me; if you have any manners at all you'd help me find my glasses." The sound of shattering glass urged my fist to hit the damned boy. He gripped his stomach in pain.

"Bitch!" he moaned.

"Just give them to me!" What a retched boy!

"Goyle!" slithered a voice beside me. The broken glasses were aversely handed to me. I repaired them quickly with a spell and put them on. Shaking from the sudden rage, I ran and did not dare to look back; to have such a scene occur on my first day is considered an omen!

"Miss Zucchi? Is it?" A tall older woman clad in black addressed me.

"Yes, Madam, I am Lia Zucchi."

"I'm Professor McGonagall; it's a pleasure to meet you Lia. You will be sorted along with the first years for practical purposes, we have been in such a frenzy as of late, but do not fret; you will come to love Hogwarts. Now line up, dear."

Never have I been so grateful of my height. Standing in lines in front of all the students tugged my nerves; I did not stand out in height but in developments, that is, in comparison to all the pubescent girls around me. Due to the small incident earlier, I had just barely arrived. To be called last I was certain. My eyelids were beginning to feel heavy. If only I had slept more last night rather than fuss about my first day.

"Lia Zucchi." The hat called, bringing me from my silent musings. I smirked, correct in my assumptions that I was the last to stand. Sitting on the stool with the Sorting Hat upon my head, I did my best to pretend that it was not sifting through my memories and that I was completely alone.

The sorting hat murmured in my mind, telling me of my numerous traits.

"You're crafty yet fair. Undeniably witty yet uninterested in attention. Hmmm. Your incident today may change my mind though. Ravenclaw will be a definite treat for you. But in Slytherin, your audacity will prevail and flourish. After all, treats are to be consume lightly."

"SLYTHERIN!" the magical hat bolted as I tugged at my long wavy locks, avoiding the onlookers. Slytherin, am I that self-seeking? I sat down without looking at a any of my housemates, I was in a slightly depressing mood, willing to snap if provoked. A slight displeasure compelled me to run away from Hogwarts. It was as if I had lost my glasses again, the future was unclear. If I had been sorted into Ravenclaw, I'd pursue intellect mercilessly. Had I been in Gryffindor, I'd blow the walls around me, and make true friends. As a Hufflepuff, I'd become optimistic and live to better others rather than myself. My mom was a Ravenclaw and my dad was a Gryffindor, they would always mention how arrogant and rude were those damned Slytherins. Especially my dad, he was heavily tormented for breaking the "Slytherin" family-lineage. From what I've heard, I can only see myself become just that, a monster or worse, a dementor.

My head drooped downwards to rest on the table, I wasn't too keen on eating food at the moment. Slipping from my dramatic-self, the intense feeling of eyes burning into my scalp unnerved me. At the moment I lifted my head in utter self-consciousness, I immediately regretted it.

"Bloody hell." I mumbled. The oaf named Goyle I had punched was sitting across from me with a freaky menacing albino and a slightly smaller look-a-like.

"I believe the sorting hat made a mistake." The blonde said piercing me with his silvery eyes. I rolled my eyes and smiled, tell me something I don't know.

"It's always the quiet ones that you never know about." A random person blurted out.

Ignoring the comment, I asked, "and why is that?" Suddenly intrigued by the boy, in more than one way..

"Your acting as if you were – never mind - there's no need to explain it."

"Like a what? I'm acting as if I detest being a Slytherin? What does it matter to you, if I do?"

"Then you might as well get sorted into Gryffindor, we don't approve of traitors." I wished to hex him. He lifted his up slightly in authority. I flinched, do my incessant thoughts escape through my ears? I turned away from him and pretended to be interested in the arrival of Mad Eye Moody.

Perhaps my father was wrong, his words are biased because of his personal experiences otherwise how on earth was I sorted into Slytherin? To say that all Slytherins are spiteful is a bias. Adjusting would have been a dire hindrance in any house. If I had been sorted into Ravenclaw, I would fear my youth to be lost. Had I been in Gryffindor, I would want to kill Harry Potter, and fear Voldemort coming after me. As a Hufflepuss, my mistake, Hufflepuff – oh, never mind. At least in Slytherin I have excuse for being outlandish, I mean fucking Tom Riddle was a Slytherin, and we all know how he turned out.

After Professor Dumbledore dismissed us to our dorms, I followed fellow Slytherins to the common room, like a spy. I quietly waited until someone uttered the password. A couple of girls went by and spoke, "dei nigri" to a wall in the empty dimly lit dungeon. The girls disappeared and I followed soon after. Whispering "dei nigri" a wall slid open, I entered in awe, just as I had when I first arrived to Hogwarts. The common room located under the lake was as mystifying as it sounded. Utterly exhausted, my body seemed to control itself, I drew near to the couch and sat. Reflections of the flames in the fireplace danced in my glazed eyes. I drew my knees in and rest my head upon them, falling asleep the moment I allowed my eyes to close for more than two seconds.

"Shhh!" I heard whispers and giggles among me, but my mind was also sleeping, and couldn't distinguish reality.

"Don't wake her up, she's so cute!"

"And what? Do you expect me to leave her here, she'll freeze." Firm hands shook my sleeping figure. My eyes fluttered taking in my surrounds, I leaped to my feet in fright only to come back down in pain. I held rubbed my head soothingly and moaned.

"Bloody fuck!" The blonde boy from dinner cursed and rubbed his head as well. A tall thin girl with black cropped hair ran her fingers through his hair.

"Are you okay, Draco darling?" She turned to look at me with her upturned nose and asked. "are you okay?"

"What's in your head, bricks?" I asked Draco, and replied to his pale lover, "I'm quite alright, thanks for waking me, I should go to bed." He shook her hand off and left, glaring hexes at me along the way.

She bid her goodnights in a high-pitched voice and turned to me, "I'm Pansy Parkinson and that was my boyfriend Draco Malfoy, so he's off limits.."Her face vaguely pinked at the mention of his name, I wanted to express my differing feelings for that bastard, but I politely refrained.

"Lia Zucchi, you'll have to excuse me, I'm awfully tired." I spoke, having mustered my most sickeningly sweet voice.

"Of course, let's sit together at breakfast tomorrow and talk more, okay!" She smiled, a facial expression that appeared too forced to be natural.

"Alright." I replied and dashed into the girl's dormitory. I was relieved in knowing that I was alone, I found my bed quickly, having seen my trunk and belongings beside it. Once again, preparing for what tomorrow would bring, if anything at all.