I really wanted to post this, This AN is pointless, so just skip ahead.
I do not own anything besides Alex and Ali!
"Hurry up Ali!" I trudged my suitcase behind me.
"I'm coming!" I gasped.
Either I brought too much or am too weak.
I'll go with the latter.
"Why are you so slow?" my older brother Alex questioned.
"Why are you so lazy?" I retorted.
"What's got your panties in a twist?" he questioned.
I rolled my eyes.
"Listen you brat, I'm going to go meet up with my friends. You can't tag along-"
"Why would I want to?" I interrupted.
"Go find an empty compartment, and at school, we're not related."
I rolled my eyes.
"I'll take your trunk," Alex grabbed my trunk, he brushed his auburn hair out of his hazel eyes.
I turned on my heel.
I have never felt so utterly alone.
I was at a new school and knew no one except for Alex.
I quickly opened the nearest compartment.
"Hello," a voice said.
"Hi," I replied.
"May I sit here? Sorry for barging in, but everywhere else is full," I apologized.
"No, no it's fine," the boy to my left said.
"I'm Ali Chambers," I introduced.
The boy I sat next to called himself Ron Weasley.
"Harry, Harry Potter," he said.
I just smiled at him.
"Is this is your first year too?"
Both the boys nodded.
"What house are you both aiming for?" I asked.
"Gryffindor, all my family has been in Gryffindor for as long as I can remember, so it's safe to say I will end up there as well," Ron smiled confidently.
"Gryffindor," Harry answered.
"Hufflepuff, but Gryffindor sounds nice. My brother's in Ravenclaw," I told them.
"Are you american?" Harry asked.
"Yes, are you two British?" I inquired.
They both nodded.
"I'm actually from Britain, but I spend the summers with my father," I explained.
I never really minded talking about my family.
"Oh," they said in unison.
"It's fine, really."
I let my eyes drift to the window.
"I've got to use the bathroom, I'll be back," I told them, shutting the door behind me.
I stopped in my tracks as I heard a conversation start up.
"She seems nice," Ron commented.
"Yeah," Harry agreed, "She's pretty."
I blushed a furious shade of red.
"Oh, sorry!" I apologized.
"It's fine," a deep husky voice replied.
I looked up to find a boy with flaming red hair and chocolate brown eyes.
"Hi," I said.
"Hey," he replied.
"I'm Ali Chambers, I'm new here," I introduced.
"All first years are," he laughed, "I'm Fred Weasley."
"Are you just so happened to be related to Ron Weasley?" I inquired.
"That prat? Sadly," Fred sighed.
"Really? I thought he seemed kind of nice and funny," I told him.
"Then you obviously haven't met me yet," he grinned from ear to ear.
"Do I want to?" I retorted.
"Hey Fred-" an identical looking boy strided next to him.
"George, this is Ali Chambers," Fred said.
"I'm George Weasley, the funnier, sweeter, better looking, smarter-"
"Yeah and more vain," I laughed.
"At least I'm honest," George responded.
I giggled.
"Are you a first year?" George asked me.
"Not yet, the year hasn't started," I explained.
"Well then, I guess we're still considered second years then, George," Fred said.
"You guys are going into your third year?" I clarified.
"Yes, yes!" the said in unison.
After a moment of silence, I spoke up.
"I should get back to my compartment," I told them.
"Before you go, you want to hang out with us for a bit?" George asked me.
My eyes lit up with joy, "Definitely."
"I hope you don't mind me asking, but are you from America?"
"Um, it's complicated, let's just leave at that."
And they did.
"Who's this?" A dark skinned boy who looked the same age as Fred and George asked.
"I'm Alison Chambers,"
"Lee Jordan."
"Who's that?" I asked the nearest person to me.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said a lady with a witch's hat.
"The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room, the lady continued.
I stared off into space, bored out of my mind.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours."
"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting," she finished.
Her eyes swept over the assembled children, lingering for a moment on some, to let the speech sink in. A few students fingered their clothes or hair nervously.
"I shall return when we are ready for you," she continued. "Please wait quietly."
"That's Professor McGonnagall. You must be a filthy half blood, or worse, mudblood!" she spat.
I cringed at her comment.
I shouldn't be punished for my blood.
It's not my fault.
"Why you bitch!" I shoved her.
How dare she talk to me like that?
How dare she treat me like dirt!
"What did you just call me?" she asked angrily.
"You heard me straight up. I called you a filthy-"
Push.
"Ugly-"
Push.
"Pug faced-"
Push.
"Bitch," I finished.
By now, I had gotten more attention than I needed.
"Take that back!" she lunged towards me, collapsing on top of me.
I struggled to take control.
I could feel blood trickle down my nose.
"That's it!" I screamed.
I pushed her off of me with as much force as an 11 year old girl could muster.
I punched and kicked until my knuckles were sore.
I felt like I had hurt myself more than her.
"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" a group of people had soon formed around us.
"Ladies! Ladies!" Professor McGonnagall had stepped in.
My rival's stringy brown hair became a frizzy mess with blood red strands, but I probably don't look any better.
"The year hasn't even started yet, and you two are acting as such monstrous students!" she exclaimed.
I didn't pay attention to any of what she had said, my eyes were focused on the bloodshot ones of the girl in front of me.
Professor McGonnagall let go of our robes with caution.
But that didn't stop me from lunging.
"Professor, help!" she screamed before I my hand collided with her cheek.
I gave her one last shove before standing up.
"I don't know about you, but she certainly deserved it," I smiled.
"Get in line, Miss Chambers."
"Yes, ma'am," I saluted.
The doors opened into a large room filled with many students.
I gasped in awe.
It was beautiful!
My eyes furrowed in confusion when a hat started to sing.
What?
"Oh you may not think me pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
I applauded at the end of the song, grinning madly.
A talking hat, who would have known?
"Abbott, Hannah!" Professor McGonnagall said.
A petite blonde with bangs walked up to the seat.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" it shouted.
I searched the room for Alex.
He was laughing with his friends.
I don't think he realizes that I'm going to be sorted.
I frowned, it's not like he'd care anyway though.
"Bones, Susan!"
She was quite pretty with her red hair and fair skin.
She joined Hannah at the Hufflepuff table.
I drifted off staring at the lights, er, candles.
When I return home, I should use candles, charmed candles instead of lights.
What a sight my muggle friends would think!
"Ow!" I said.
Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, "Chambers, Alison."
I squeezed my hands together, my nervousness getting the best of me.
"Alison Chambers? Brother of Alex Chambers?" the hat asked me.
"No," I choked out.
"Not related to the Ravenclaw boy?"
"No," I repeated.
"You are a courageous young woman Alison, and GRYFFINDOR would do you good."
I grinned happily as I sat down with my fellow Gryffindors.
I learned that the boy who nudged me forward was named Vincent Crabbe.
"Potter, Harry!"
I gave Harry a thumbs up, but I doubt he even looked my way.
But he did.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted.
The table erupted into screams and applause.
"We got Potter! We got Potter!" the twins I had met earlier screamed in unison.
I laughed at them.
I introduced myself to everyone in a foot radius.
"Seamus Finnigan."
"Neville Longbottom."
"Hermione Granger."
"Percy Weasley."
There's more?
"Oliver Wood."
"Angelina Johnson."
"Lavender Brown."
My head was a tornado of names, and I don't think I can remember them all.
"You're Alison, right?" a frizzy haired girl asked.
"Um, yeah, you're Angelina Johnson..." I trailed off.
"Um, good guess, but no. I'm Hermione Granger," she smiled a toothy smile.
"Er, sorry, I've had a really hectic dinner," I apologized.
"It's alright, so have I. Are you excited for your first day?" she asked me.
I smoothed my crimson red blanket out, "Definitely not, my brother has told me many things about how bloody amazing the classes are, but of cuorse, he's a Ravenclaw, so that's code for, 'they're wretched.'"
Hermione laughed.
"Alison, can you pass me that blanket?" a voice cried.
"Um sure," I replied.
"Thanks."
"Lavender Brownie, right?"
"Brown," she corrected.
I blushed, "Sorry. I'm having a pretty hard time with names."
"Oh it's fine!" she insisted.
"It's getting pretty late, we should go to sleep soon," Hermione said.
I nodded in agreement.
"Tomorrow's our first day," I stated.
"Thanks Captain Obvious," Lavender laughed.
"Just remind you all," I defended.
I lay down on my bed filled with excitement and fear.
I knew this was going to be a good year.