This is my newest story, called The Slytherin Weasley; it's about Lucy Weasley and please read, review and tell me what you think. Lucy was so much fun to write and I really enjoyed writing this. If you could also check out my other stories, Lily, Scorpius, Summer holidays and Fun and Another Weasley, that would mean the world to me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything you recognize
My name was Lucy Weasley. Daughter of Percy and Audrey Weasley and sister of Molly II. And let me tell you, it was NOT easy. My sister Molly was four years older than me, a Gryffindor, the second in her class, after Rose. She was my parents pride and joy. With her short, red hair and hazel eyes, she was a typical Weasley. Then there was me. I had long, black hair like my mum and brown eyes. Today was my first day of Hogwarts. We were about to leave for the station. I was a mixture of excitement and nerves. I was scared of leaving home, of what it would be like, but I knew it was time for me to break free and find myself. Ooh, that was pretty deep. Way to ruin the moment, Luce.
Anyway, now were leaving for the station. My nerves took over. When we got to the station, we easily found the rest of my family. Well, it's not too hard. Just find the cluster of red heads.
After hugs and kisses goodbye, I was finally on the train. After searching for a compartment, I finally found an empty one. After much trial and error, I finally managed to get my trunk up. Thanks for all the help, cousins. Not a minute after I had flopped into a seat, the compartment door opened. A girl with blonde, shoulder length waves and pale green eyes asked. She was pale and timid looking, as well as thin and bony.
"Hi, um, can I sit here?" The girl asked hesitantly.
"Oh, um, sure." I said. Smooth, Lucy, real smooth.
"I'm Lucy Weasley." I said.
"Brooke Mina." She replied, looking relieved. Probably because I had taken the first step and introduced myself first so she didn't have too.
"You're a first year too, right? So what house do you want to go into?" I asked.
"I think Slytherin or Ravenclaw." She said, and then looked scared. Most likely because I was a Weasley, who were mostly Gryffindor's. I mean a few of my cousins had gone to Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, but never Slytherin.
"I want to go anywhere but Gryffindor. I don't really think it's for me." I said. She looked immensely relieved.
Have you ever met someone and you just click and it's like you've known each other for years, even though it's just minutes? That's what it was like with me and Brooke. I hope she thought the same thing as me. It'll be awkward if she didn't.
"Do you have any siblings?" I asked.
"I have a little sister, Brittany. She's five."
"Aw. You're lucky. I've always wanted a little sister. I have an older sister, Molly." We chatted for hours, never running out of things to say. We laughed, we awwww-ed, we cried – Well okay, we didn't cry. I just wanted to sound dramatic. Brooke was a half-blood, so she knew about everything, which was a relief because I am not good at explaining things.
The sound of the compartment door interrupted my story about when Molly first went to Hogwarts and - Oh, speak of the devil and she shall appear.
My sister and Rose were at the door.
"Oh, you made a friend, that's nice. Just thought I'll let you know we're almost there, so you should change into your robes." With that she slammed the door close and left.
"THAT'S you sister?" Brooke asked, shocked at her bluntness.
"Yup, and she's a right pain in the arse sometimes." I said cheerfully.
Sure enough, we were almost there. Pulling up at the station, we were told to leave our bags and animals there. I cast a last look at my owl, a beautiful tawny girl with big brown eyes. I called her Aphrodite or Aphy for short. I'm not good at nicknames, okay? Don't judge me. Brooke had a white owl called Athena. Ha, we both named our owls after goddesses. Maybe we're secret twins? Ha, scandal. Okay, getting off topic, and me and Brooke are NOT long lost twins. Just in case anyone can't tell sarcasm.
"First years! Over 'ear!" A booming voice said. Brooke dragged me over to a large man, or small giant. I had heard about him. He was Hagrid, the gamekeeper and care of magical creature's professor. When Molly said he was scary, she wasn't kidding.
Brooke and I quickly claimed a boat along with another two girls.
"These look really unstable." I commented. One of the girls, who had long blonde hair, ice blue eyes and a squashed nose, making her look a bit like a pug. She turned and glared at me. Ooohh, looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning.
The boats began to move by magic, and we got our first glimpse of a castle. It was breathtaking, with big towers and – EW! Hold up! There's mould growing near the bricks! Isn't that unhygienic? Apparently, I was the only person who thought like that, because after I voiced that thought, Blondie turned with another of her glares.
"It's a part of the charm of it all. It's like, Vintage." She said, as if it was obvious. Someone please tell me how mould is vintage.
After we got off the boats, another professor was waiting for us. It was Professor Longbottom; an old family friend.
"Welcome to Hogwarts. I am Professor Longbottom and I am deputy headmaster, Head of Gryffindor and herbology professor. I shall bring you to the great hall, where you will wait to be sorted." He said.
Everyone's eyes were on us as we entered the room. I looked around in awe. There was floating candles, and the ceiling reflected the night sky. There was five long tables, one for each house and one up the front for the staff. And, also a plus, no mould.
There was a hat sitting on a stool. It opened its mouth and began to sing. It should really invest in singing lessons, because let me tell you, he was no Beyoncé.
"Arit, Mike!" Professor Longbottom called.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat shouted.
After a lot of students, I finally heard "Mina, Brooke!" Oh look, someone I actually care about. No, I'm kidding that's mean. Of course I care about everyone else's sorting.
"SLYTERHIN!" I cheered loudly for my friend, although I could feel questioning glances at me. A Weasley cheering for a Slytherin? Never!
"Lynch, Sophia!" Oh look, it's Blondie.
"GRYFFINDOR!" Yay. Ha, sucks to be you, Molly. Your stuck with her. Although they would probably get along…
"Weasley, Lucy!" Oh yay, it's me. Walking up to the stool, I put the hat on my head.