First Year

Judgment time, though it was really pointless. All of my brothers are in Gryffindor so why would I be any different? I walk up to the Sorting Hat with my head held high, sitting down confidently. I felt the hat sag on my head, nearly slipping over my eyes. I blew a strand of hair out of my eyes before hearing the hat bellow, "SLYTHERIN!" My eyes nearly ripped out from behind my eyelids before I shrieked a "WHAT?!?" Gossip was starting in every direction as torn the hat off my head and repeating my question. Shrieks of laughter could be heard from my brother James.

"I'm part WEASLEY! Not only was THAT, but my father HARRY POTTER in Gryffindor! HOW?"

"Your father refused to go to Slytherin. You on the other hand happened to be open for placement so I put you in the best fit place!"

"I…I…Oh what am I DOING? I'm talking to a hat!" I threw the Sorting Hat back into the closest professor's arms before stomping off to the Slytherin table with all eyes on me. I never wanted the attention my father got, resulting in the worst possible relationship with him.

The first thing that happens when I sit down is the feeling of several objects, both solid and liquid, hitting my body through my robes. "Well this is going to be fun…" I clench my teeth.

I put down my text book sighing, hugging my knees in the cold Dungeon. "I don't want to be here." It was nearing ten and most of the first years had gone to sleep while others followed Second Third and Fourth years around the halls, playing juvenile tricks on the other houses. Fifth and above years playing chess and cards up in the dormitory, an eerie silence surrounded me. I looked up above the port hole, a large portrait or Severus Snape hung in a golden frame. He barely paid attention to me as he pulled out a book, read for a bit and put it back, read and put it back, trying to decide what to read for the hundredth time.

"Professor? Professor Snape?" I called earning an annoyed glance from the painting.

"What do you want Potter?" I winced, being referred to by the same name he call my father and probably would have called my brothers.

"Why does everyone here have to hate me? Especially Professor Malfoy." Yes. Draco Malfoy, my Dads worst enemy as a kid is now a Potions Master in respect of the man who told him to kill the headmaster.

"There are many reasons why you are hated here Potter. I couldn't possibly name them all in one night." He stated blandly, looking back from his book. I got up growling. Snape-1 Lily-0. My dad wouldn't be proud. I walked up stairs into the hallway and sat next to the closest window. I drew my knees into a hug before falling asleep in the hallway.

I woke in a not so comfortable bed, springs digging into my back from all the people who have occupied these beds before…Wait… a bed? I sat up quickly nearly bumping my head on the top bunk.

"I swear I was in the hallway before?" I moaned in confusion, more or less focused on what the beds would be like in the later years. Older students got whatever they wanted.

"You know, it's not considered smart to fall asleep in the hallways Lils!" A snarky Slytherin girl pointed out. "You could get raped!"

"Shut up!" I growled.

"You should go and thank Scorpious for bringing you up here! You put him through a lot of trouble."

"Scorpious?" Draco's son? I never thought Scorpious was the caring type. Well, I never met him, but….wow.