Deathly Hallows SPOILERS!! Not many... This is a One Shot... I own nothing!

"If you don't get in Gryffindor, we'll disown you."

I knew my father was joking, but those words kept ringing in my head. Ever since he said them at the train station two years ago, I've been worrying. I wished with all my heart that Rose, my sister, had gotten into Gryffindor, and she did. She wasn't a disappointment to our parents.

And now it is my turn. I worried so much before my letter came. I was so afraid that it wouldn't, though both my parents assured me it would. When leaving for the train station, I could not stop thinking about what house I might get into. Same goes for the entire train ride.

I am pretty sure Slytherin is out of the question, and it is my sister who gets my mother's brains, so Ravenclaw is also out.

Which leaves Hufflepuff.

No, No, No. I couldn't be in Hufflepuff, could I? It is where people who were stupid went. At least, that's what I've heard. Or just not smart, brave, or sly. I am not sly, am I? I do not think so, but I still can't help but think:

What if I don't get in Gryffindor?

What if I don't live up to my parents standards?

What if I don't deserve to even go to this grand school?

These thoughts run through my mind as I nervously wait with the other students my age. Many of them seem nice, but others, not so much.

"Weasley, Hugo,"

I feel my heart leap into my throat. Wide-eyed and shaking, I stumble over to the stool and sit down nervously. I can feel sweat form on my forehead where the old fabric constricted airflow. Now I just have to wait for the hat to decide my fate. It should be easy. How come it's not?

I don't want to be a disappointment to my family. I want to live up to my sister, mother, and father; be a perfect student and a perfect son.

In some ways I am jealous of my sister. She inherited our mother's brains, while I inherited our father's… awkwardness?

I am sure the sorting hat can read every one of my thoughts but that does not stop the flow of them.

Subconsciously, I began to chant Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, In my mind, hoping it would help influence the sorting hat's decision, just as my uncle chanting 'Not Slytherin, not Slytherin' helped him.

I feel as though my life is ending when the hat begins to speak. I calm down after I figure out it was not announcing my death, – I mean house, – yet.

"Ah yes, another Weasley. I have sorted your family for so long. And everyone single one has been put into Gryffindor.

"So why worry? You could be great, you know. Slytherin could help you there." Oh, god, please no, anything but Slytherin!

"Not Slytherin, then. You do have brains, even though you seem to believe your sister inherited all of your mother's knowledge. That is not entirely so.

"But still, Ravenclaw would not be best. You worry to much over my decision. I do not like to see so many young lives strained over a decision I must make. But never-the-less, I have only one place for you, and you should know you belong there. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise."

With that: "Gryffindor!!" The sorting hat yelled. I feel my heart swell. I am not going to be disowned after all! I realize something then: deep down I know I am a Gryffindor, and even deeper still, I know my parents would love me, no matter what house I went into, yet I still stressed.

Cheers erupt around the great hall. I look shyly into the sea of shining faces and see my sister's beautiful bright one and my three cousins: James, Albus, and Lily, sitting at the table. Lily only joined them moments before.

I manage not to trip on my way down to the Gryffindor table, and I sit down next to Lily. She is bubbly with excitement. She is so happy we got into the same house. And on top of that, Gryffindor.

My house.

Gryffindor.

-fin-