Category: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13, R as marked. M just to be safe.
Welcome to the first chapter of my newest fanfic. I'm really excited about this one. JK tells us about Gryffindors all the time, of course. We also know a lot about those pesky Slytherins. But as for how Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws are coping with this war, she doesn't say a thing.
So what is going on in the minds and lives of Hufflepuffs? After all, this house (my personal favorite) is a little more open and vague as to who it lets in than the other three. There are so many more differences and fluctuations in personality. So what's going on in the members of this house?
This fanfiction delves into the lives of eight specific Hufflepuffs and their friends, enemies, and families. Their entire lives. Their thoughts, their feelings. Welcome to the lives of four boys and four girls in the same year as the famous Harry Potter. Task Allabee, Travis Arthur "Tadd" Dashell-Days, Levi Delahunnt, Julian "Ian" Leahway, Payton Mars, Alexa Miles, Matty Taylor, and Fynn White.
Disclaimer: Although Task, Tadd, Ian, Payton, Alexa, Matty, and Fynn all belong to me, Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling's characters belong to her, and Levi Delahunnt belongs to a close friend of mine, used with her permission and written with her aid.
"Everyone asks me,
'Who the hell is she?'
That weirdo with five colors in her hair."
-McFly
"Task Allabee!" One of the first names was called out by Professor McGonagal, summoning an odd girl up to the sorting hat. What made her odd had nothing to do with people even knowing her. What made everyone stare at the girl trotting awkwardly up to be sorted into her Hogwarts house was a head of bright, canary blue hair. Not brown, blonde, red, or even black. Bright, fluorescent blue. It stuck out like a sore thumb. The sorting hat didn't even have to touch that head of blue hair before shouting out, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Haven't you heard that I'm the new cancer?
Never looked better and you can't stand it."
-Panic! At the Disco
"Travis Dashell-Days!" Only those close to the boy could hear him mumbling under his breath. "It's Tadd. Tadd Days." It didn't matter yet anyway. A few kids had already heard and passed the word on about "Australia," a nickname he was likely to go by for at least his entire first year. The boy's arms were crossed sulkily across his chest, and he looked almost as if he didn't exactly want to go up and be sorted into his house. In fact, he almost looked as if what he'd rather do right now was run as far and as fast as he could out of there. Still, his feet moved him up there. The hat took longer than anyone had expected, but finally, to the puzzlement of a few, exclaimed, "HUFFLEPUFF."
"I got to get you baby
To lose yourself with me."
- Family Force Five
"Levi Delahunnt!" The boy sprang forward, his tiny body practically quivvering all over from excitement. After a few false starts, he actually realized that was his name being called, and bounded forward, only to trip over his own robe and fall flat on his face. Instead of feeling utterly embassed, however, the boy did naught but spring into life again, practically hurling himself onto the stool. He looked completely happy to be there, and utterly relaxed. The sorting hat took nothing more than a few heartbeats before screaming out," HUFFLEPUFF."
"This is the blood that we're made of
So tell it like a chronicle."
-Mates of State
"Julian Leahway!" Silence. "Julian Leahway!" Giggles from the crowd. It seemed that without McGonagal's knowledge the boy had somehow already gotten up to the stool and was carefully placing the hat on his head as he'd seen others do before him. The professor raised an eyebrow at the small boy. By small, meaning that he was of a tiny frame and a bit littler than most of his year-mates. "It's Ian, by the way, ma'am," he said in an odd and unplaceable accent, sticking his tongue out in disgust for his given name. He then grinned wildly, swinging his legs and waiting for the Hat's decision, after which it yelled, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Pinch me is this real?
I'm on a one way ticket out of Loserville."
-Son of Dork
"Payton Mars!" A girl with her hair up in curly pigtails literally waddled up to the stool to be sorted. She got a few odd looks at the book under her arm; not a wizarding book, not a learning book, but a Muggle paperback copy of 'Alice in Wonderland.' She looked as if her robes were two sizes too big, as were her wide and deer-like eyes. The little girl hopped up onto the stool, and she blushed a deep crimson color as the hat screamed, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"When I turn jet black, you can show off your light.
I live to let you shine."
-Gregory and the Hawk
"Alexa Miles!" She'd smiled reassuringly at all the people who had gone before he to the sorting hat, but now that it was her turn she looked equally nervous as all the others, if not moreso. She had the common look of fear concerning her house, shared with all the other people who were busy thinking 'What does this say about me?' and 'Will I be able to make friends there?' She breathed a sigh of relief, however, when the hat told her, "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"I can feel unsexy for someone so beautiful
So unloved for someone so fine."
-Alanis Morissette
"Matty Taylor!" A girl with glasses that might have enveloped her face and hair cut short like a boys' made her way up to the place where the sorting hat was. She was halfway glad that everyone was paying to much attention to Harry Potter, whose name they'd just called recently, to care about the youngest Taylor at their school. Her two older brothers were already in Gryffindor and Ravenclaw, so it was a coin flip as to which she thought she'd end up in. As she was thinking about all this, a leg shot out. She turned and rounded on a group of boys before McGonagal shouted and she hurried up to the stool, shooting them daggers. Anyone who was paying attention was a bit shocked to hear, "HUFFLEPUFF."
"You're trying to fight gravity in a society that insists
That love is like falling and falling is like this."
-Ani Difranco
"Fynn White!" He'd waited patiently as he could for his turn. Really! It was natural for the boy to be shuffling back and forth on his feet. Nerves and all that, you see? He was just a little anxious. Okay, not a little anxious. A lot anxious. But wasn't a boy allowed to want to know where he was going to be placed? Yes, a boy did! So it wasn't a surprise that he practically took a flying bound to the stool where the sorting hat sat after his name was called. He sat nice and still for it while it made a decision, too. Well, except for his leg that started to nervously tap. There was finally obvious relief on his face as the hat shouted, "HUFFLEPUFF!"