The Family Competition- Chapter 1
Family. When people think of that word they think of love, kindness and a home. Well, when I think of that word I think of hatred, hell, and most of all: jealousy. Everybody in my family is perfect. Rose Weasley is a bloody genius and her brother, Hugo Weasley, is one of the bravest boys I have ever met. My brother, James Potter, is the best seeker the Gryffindor Quidditch team has ever seen (take my dad's talent, and it to his dad's and my mom's talent, and multiply it by two…well you get the picture). Then, my other brother, Albus Potter, is an even bigger snob than Uncle Percy, except only I can only see that. Teddy Lupin, who isn't even a blood relative, is even perfect. He is the best auror the whole God-damn Ministry of Magic has ever seen. It is like anybody who is associated to this family is a 'golden' child, all except for one person: me. I get average grades and I not even on the Quidditch team, not that I wanted to be on it anyway. The one fact that makes me standout in my sea of relatives, in a bad way, is that I'm not in Gryffindor (although, neither are Rose or Albus-Rose is in Ravenclaw and Albus is in Hufflepuff), rather I'm in the opposing house: Slytherin.
When I was getting sorted, I was thinking about how I would beat my siblings and cousins in every imaginable way. The Sorting Hat must have felt the resentment that I had for my family a declared that Slytherin House would be best for me. I still remember that shocked expressions on my brothers' and cousins' face. I couldn't help but feel a little bit smug that I was finally different than them. But, then I turned towards the teachers' table to see my dad's face, who's the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. He managed a small smile of encouragement, though he couldn't hide the disappointment found in his eyes. I don't know how Mum responded, but I have a feeling that it mirrored Dad's. The rest of the family, with the exception of Uncle Ron, just didn't show any opinion in the matter. Uncle Ron actually had the nerve to send me a howler. A HOWLER! That bastard! On my second day at Hogwarts a card with a red envelope flew straight towards me during breakfast. I opened the seal and Uncle Ron's voice flooded throughout the Great Hall. He said that he has never been as disappointed in anyone as he was in me. He kept going on and on about it; by the time the howler was done yelling I had tears streaming down my face, my dad had such a look of embarrassment on his face that it was unbelievable, and my cousins and brothers were laughing, Albus even fell out of his seat because he was shaking so much. I couldn't take it: I flew out of there and ran through the dungeons and into the Slytherin Common Room. The only good thing that happened to me that day was Marissa Zambini. She followed me to the common room and became my best friend. To this day I still don't know why my uncle made such a big deal out of my sorting. I mean, Rose is in a non-Gryffindor house, that hypocrite. I don't really want to know what really goes on in that head of his-if there is anything in there. All I know is that I haven't spoken to him since that eventful letter and I am now in my 6th year.
This year, Hogwarts is doing this competition thingy like the Tri-Wizard Tournament. However, instead of three schools competing against each other, it will be the four houses. 5th years and up can sign-up to compete and I will be the Slytherin Champion. Yesterday, Headmistress McGonagall said who the champions will be. As it turns out, this will not only be a school competition, but also a family competition. Albus is Hufflepuff's Champion, Hugo is Gryffindor's, Rose is Ravenclaw's, and of course I'm Slytherin's. Finally, I will show everyone that I am better than them. All I have to say now is: BRING IT ON, BITCHES!
AN: Well here's the first chapter…I hope you like it ;D
~Obliviated Bliss~