A memory
Albus was nervous his fingers shook as they clasped around my slender thin hand. "Hush you are too sweet for Slytherin house." I reassured him Jade eyes piercing into light mocha. "Rose, I will die, be mortified daily in Slytherin." Albus whined. I was a compassionate girl but his insecurity after hours of hearing it on the train was running my patient's course. "Well, with that attitude maybe, you aren't exactly sounding like a brave Gryffindor right around now." I snipped. Albus looked hurt and bowed his head so that all that remained in sight were shaggy raven strands of hair. "I'm sorry." My tone of voice hiding the annoyance I felt internally.
I couldn't stay frustrated with him. Not all were born with the confidence that carried with in every step I'd ever taken in this life. I was Rose Maryanne Weasley; such things, like being sorted into a school house by an old hat, did not intimidate me. I had my father's fiery hair and temperament yet my mother's curls and her never ceasing wit. It was only obvious do to my blood lines history I would be placed in Gryffindor. Perhaps if I lacked luck the tattered hat would yell Ravenclaw to the on lookers with in the great hall. Never yet had there been a Weasley in the existence of the Slytherin house.
Of course Albus Potter shouldn't have had any fear. With his kind courageous heart he was created for Gryffindor house where all of brave hearts dwell. Many names were called and I was beginning to yawn when at last ancient yet still ever lovely Minerva McGonagall called out: "Weasley, Rose!" There was an up roar and applause from my large ever growing family in Hogwarts. I looked straight ahead piercing the old hat with my eyes. Naive that something so tattered and torn should have the privilege of judging where my life would begin and form it's self together. Never the less I silently approached the old thing.
As I sat in the stool it spoke to me in an all knowing voice. It heard my responses with in my very own head. We shared a long conversation the crowd confused as the hat explained: "I haven't had such difficulty placing someone in the proper house since Harry Potter himself very interesting indeed." The crowed waited in aw.
Young Rose you are ambitious yet not shy of danger either. Though you enjoy fighting the good fight you will only do so if it pertains to someone you love otherwise you have no indignation to turn the other cheek.
Who are you to cast such slanderous judgment by no means shall you exhibit my destiny for me. Place me where you must but my strengths will come to good intentions in the future. I thought bitterly back.
You will stand and fight for what you believe in much like a Gryffindor; Yet you are an intellectual which would bring you comfort in Ravenclaw, However you lack no real traits of Huffelpuff, You are cunning and will make your means by any end perfect camaraderie could be found for you in Slytherin house.
Make your move then! If you are as full of wisdom as you have been credited for then whatever place I take your word for is my destiny! I am impatient the anxiety within waiting for fate's decision is consuming! I scolded with in my mind.
"Difficult, very difficult, your mind intrigues me child." The hat spoke out loud to what had became or silent captivated audience. "I know where I must place you now." The hat spoke with vigor. "Better be Slytherin house!" He called to the crowd. There was an up roar of both negative and positive commentary from the crowd. Though I was uncomfortable, stunned, and saddened by the hat's unexpected choice I held my head high as I sulked to the Slytherin table. At least I wouldn't be the only one with disappointed relatives. The irony in all of this was that not only was I in Slytherin house but Scorpius Malfoy had been placed in Gryffindor!