Chapter 1: That Bloody Hat
So, I'm in Slytherin? What's the big idea anyway? I mean sure I am the granddaughter of Harry Potter (boy-who-lived; the chosen one; boy-who-won) but it is more than 50 years after that bloody war and besides, Heroe Malfoy's son Greg has been put in it too and since his grandfather joined are side in the war and all...
OH WHO AM I BLOODY KIDDING?
I, Genevra Potter (Ev for short please) have been put into SLYTHERIN. ME, THE GRYFFINDOR'S HERO OWN GODFORSAKEN GRANDDAUGHTER HAS BEEN PUT IN SLYTHERIN!!! I hate that bloody hat.
Seriously, that hat must die because it ruined my life. Want to know how, eh? Well I walked up to the stool like a good little first year should, completely confident I'd be in Gryffindor, then the hat just whips out this little speech:
Ahh, another generation in the Potter family has come to Hogwarts. Great family you have m'dear: noble, courageous, victorious and of course all Gryffindors. I'd like to add those qualities to another house. A house who, while equally great as Gryffindor, has been lost for all these years. Yes, yes, Ms. Potter you shall be in SLYTHERIN!
And that is when my life ended. You should have seen the reaction the Great Hall started in. Headmistress McGonagall she nearly fainted! And Hagrid, whose quite reached a ripe old age now, he jumped up and shouted: It's an outrage. I couldn't agree more, it's a bloody outrage! So, anyway, after the necessary five minutes of pure and utter shock I walked over to the Slytherin table who regarded me quite oddly- mixture of hate, shock, and I don't' know what else- and, Thank Dumbledore, Greg Malfoy put his arm around me and assured me everything would be fine.
Of course, it's going to be fine. Really it's going to be completely and totally 100 fine. I mean sure, I am the daughter of James Potter II and Morena Lupin; Granddaughter of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley, but that is no reason that this won't be fine.
OH THIS IS NOT WORKING!
It's going to be terrible, horrific, awful, blood and guts. I must Owl home and plead to be home schooled or I must beg the hat to change its mind or I'll just have to commit suicide. All those are nice alternate options because I cannot be in bloody Slytherin. Seriously, I cannot. I've only been in it five minutes and already Natasha Weasley, my best friend in the whole word, has been looking at me differently, as though I've been hiding something these past 11 years. Oh yes, Natty love, I have been harboring my secret love for all things Slytherin since day one and now it's finally come out. Does she honestly think I'm like that? Some friendship we have I suppose.
Yes, well I think I've made my decision I'll have to kill myself. I mean its bad enough Natty has been giving me odd looks, well not just not the entire Hogwarts population but who can really blame then? A Potter in Slytherin? unheard of, anyway I also just found at the Slytherin sleep in dungeons. Yes, no plush and warm Gryffindor common room like I've been hearing about all these years, it's the dungeons for me. I suppose they could be somewhat nice though, I mean many Slytherin's are quite wealthy they'd only want the best right?
WRONG, EV, WRONG!
Agh, all Slytherin's are pureblood snots and they probably love dungeons all cold and evil like. Do I seem like a cold and evil like type of girl? Oh, Dumbledore and Merlin I hope not. You know who does though? ALL MY NEW ROOMATES! I'm going to be murdered in my sleep I just know it. 50 years of wanting revenge and here's there chance to seize it. Kill the innocent Potter. Ahh, well I do suppose they'd be doing me a bit of favor. I am quite woozy with blood so maybe its best someone else kill me because I will never be able to handle suicide properly.
That Greg Malfoy is off his rocker I tell you, how can he think this will be fine? It's only going to end in tears I am sure of it. More sure than I've ever been of anything, even being put in Gryffindor and I was pretty dam sure of that! Bloody hat has got to go. I'd like to add those qualities to another house. I'd like to rip that hat to shreds! Codswallop me in Slytherin- forget Greg Malfoy that hat is off its rocker. If it was ever on it, it does talk. But, hey I mine as well join the club and go bonkers to if I want to survive this horrid horrid mess. Besides, I'd fit in more.
AGH I CAN'T DO THIS!
I am too bloody sane to be in this place. I need an escape I do, sleep would be nice but I am to afraid of that you know I am having second thoughts on dying… for now. Anyway, I need some chocolate that's what I need. I am sure a nice walk down to the kitchens for a smidge would be nice. My dad already told me how, although I am sure he thought he was telling this to a future Gryffindor, not a future Slytherin. Nonetheless, I need it now more than ever! I need chocolate or I will simply perish.
Alright then it's decided. I am going to get chocolate and that hat. Then, I will return and consider sleeping in the dormitory… if the girls haven't ripped my bed to shreds yet. Oi, what a life I've got. Bloody insane I tell you. Anyway, goodbye for now diary love.
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