Princess Parselmouth

by ShelzChaos

Amy Riddle, queen of Slytherin and adopted sister of Draco Malfoy. She may have it all, but there are two problems... Her best friend is none other than Ginny Weasley, and Amy has more than friendship on her mind. When Ginny is sorted into Griffindor Amy will have to fight tooth and claw to keep their friendship, and her heart, intact. Eventual Oc x Ginny. M rated to be safe.

1. Amy's Sorting

This is the second Fan Fiction that i had ever tried writting. If i do continue this story i will most likely re-write it because of the huge amount of different ideas i have for this OC and Ginny.

This Oc came into my mind because i wanted to see what would happen if Ginny and a certain persons daughter (Even though they dont have kids in cannon) became friends, or something more.

I LOVE most ginny pairings, and Ginny x OC is one of my favorites although didnt seem to have many up to date stories when i checked it last.

I worte this a few years ago, so im sorry for the bad writting skills. I have also watched the first 5 films of the series and read the last two books, so if things are out of the timeline, then i appologise.

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I do not own the Harrp Potter universe, it belongs to JK Rowling and whoever else owns rights to it.

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Princess Parselmouth

After I sat down on the old wooden stool I felt the soft touch of old fabric against my head. Soon enough I heard, as father would put it, "That god forsaken, dust filled, pathetic excuse for a hat" starting to talk to me. Its, no… his?, voice filling my head and the hall, returning all attention back to the front, and back to me.

"Well, what have we here?" he muttered "The intelligence of a raven claw and the loyalty of a hufflepuff, backed up with the bravery and courageousness of a Gryffindor." The students had started whispering amongst themselves now. "But," the sorting hat continued, silencing the hall, "covering all those qualities that many men would kill for is the pride and nobility that flows through your very blood. The cruelty that you were brought up to respect, chained down by your over confident blind faith that you are powerful enough without it. Home is not where the heart is for you. SLYTHEREN!"

And with those final words from the sorting hat, I got off of the stool and made my way over to the table in green and silver. it's right I thought to myself. I reached the table, stopped and turned to look at a red haired boy standing, waiting for his name to be called out.

"Weasley, Ron!"

"Ron!" a girl dropping my hand, running away from my side and into the arms of the youngest brother of her family.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

I sit down at the Slytheren table, my face not betraying any of my thoughts to those around me.

It's right. I thought, Home is not where the heart is for me. Not unless red will turn green.