"Gryfinndor!" Cried the sorting hat. I walked gracefully over to the gryfinndor tables. Lily, James, and Albus Potter came to greet me. Rose Granger squealed in delight and hugged me. Hugo Granger was turning red. I was really a Gryffindor! It was a dream come—
"VIOLET!"
I should have known it was too good to be true. Why would I, of all people, be Gryfinndor! I'd probably get stuck in Slytherin, or Ravenclaw. After all, my father was the most evil wizard the world has ever known.
Voldemort.
My name is Violet Riddle, daughter of Tom Riddle. You know, the one that tried to rule the world and kill a bunch of people? Yeah him! Welp, he ended up dying, making me an orphan. I currently live in a home for girls. It's full of muggles of course. Not that I have anything against muggles! It's just that...I'd rather grow up in a good home filled with good wizards and witches. that make good food. The only Witch at the home for girls, was the housekeeper. Her name is Katrina, and she is like 99 years old. But, I do have to thank her. She is bringing me to the Hogwarts express. This year would be my first year at Hogwarts after it reopened (Because of my dad, it had to be shut down). I was supposed to go when I was 11, but I'm going right now. I'm 13 right now. Whoop de doo. I'm screwed.
"VIOLET GET YO BUTT DOWN HERE! YOU DON'T WANT TO BE LATE ON YOUR FIRST DAY! YA KNOW, BACK IN MY DAY, EVERYONE WOULD GET THERE AT 6AM AND—"
This is where I tune her out. But I get out of bed anyways, and make my way towards the bathroom. I brush my long greasy black hair with purple streaks. I brush my teeth and get into a comfortable outfit: yoga pants, a white T-shirt, and white converses. I put my oversized glasses on, and observe my eyes. One of them is green, the other one is brown. I guess that's called heterochromia, but I honestly don't give a flying flip. I pound down half of the stairs, and fall down the rest. I nonchalantly prop myself up on one elbow. "Hey. How ya doing?" I say to the first person I see, which happens to be Katrina. She doesn't even smile. Instead, I'm greeted with a slap on the head.
"LAZY BUM!" Yells Katrina. "I SUPPOSE YOU DIDN'T PACK ANY OF YOUR BAGS?"
I smirk and pull out my wand, made from the feather of a phoenix. "Accio bags!" I yell. All of a sudden, I'm buried under a pile of bags and books. Somewhere in there is an owl cage holding the best owl in the world. His name is Mervin, and he is awesome.
"Hmph" Katrina pouts. "Let's get going. The train leaves for Hogwarts in...11 MINUTES! I TOLD YOU YOU WERE GONNA BE LATE IF—"
At this point, I just put on my headphones and listened to alternative rock as we hauled a cab and made our way to the train station.