I've just had this idea in my head for a while, Rose Weasley being sorted into Slytherin. Though I'm not really a believer in Rose being Slytherin, those plot bunnies breed quickly and soon I had a few chapters down. So let's see what you guys think.
Disclaimer: I'm just dipping my fingers into JK Rowling's magical world.
Pure and utter terror flooded through my veins as I followed the Prefect through the stone wall and into the common room. The other first years around me exclaimed in delight as they took in their new home. The feast had been a blur to me, all the excitement and nerves of finally arriving at Hogwarts had faded away and now, standing in the common room, it hit me, like a title wave of emotions. I was a Slytherin.
My hands twisted and fidgeted anxiously as I took sneaking glances at the people around me. There were only seven of us though, and thinking back to the group waiting to be sorted, I could count over forty new students. The handful of Slytherin first years shared similar looks of awe and pleasure as they stared wide-eyed around the room.
The green lights hanging from thick chains cast strange shadows against the stone walls, the light just, not quite stretching to the corners. Black and green leather chairs sat high and stiff around an elaborately carved fire place. It didn't seem anything like the warm and comforting Gryffindor Tower that James and Roxanne had told me stories about, during the summer.
My stomach clenched as my thoughts lingered on my family. During the feast I'd avoided everyone's eyes, ashamed and terrified of what people might say.
But I knew I wouldn't be able to avoid them forever, no matter how big the castle was. Between my classes with Albus and meal times in the Great Hall I bet I'd see them before classes tomorrow. I took a deep breath. They were my family, they loved me before the sorting and they'd love me after. The sorting doesn't make me a different person.
A Weasley in Slytherin. I was a walking oxymoron.
'... Boy dormitories down the stairs to your left, girls to your right.'
I followed mindlessly after my fellow... house mates, and now dorm mates, down the stairs and into the room marked 'first years' in silver cursive.
Quickly I busied myself with unpacking as to avoid part taking in the idle conversation flowing between the three other girls. Placing all my clothes into the dresser provided, I picked up the last piece from my bed.
A Slytherin tie. I turned it over in my hands, examining the silver and green stripes that I would be wearing for the next seven years. In my head, I remembered how I'd pictured Albus and me, standing side by side at graduation, both smiling brightly in our red ties. It was strange, everything I'd expected of Hogwarts had been flushed down the drain and instead been replaced with an upside down world.
'You're a Weasley aren't you?' a voice cut into my internal worry. I looked up to see all three girls watching me expectantly, waiting for my answer.
'Uh, yeah,' I mumbled putting the tie down. 'I'm Rose.' The girl who'd spoken perched herself on the edge of my bed.
'I'm Vivian Vaisley,' she said with in low, enchanting voice.
'I didn't think Weasleys could be Slytherins,' a girl with caramel coloured skin said, I looked at her, my face red.
'Don't mind her,' Vivian said running her fingers through her hair. 'This is Grace Zabini,' Grace gave me a once over before sliding onto the bed. Vivian's dark eyes twinkled and her lips curled.
'Nice to meet you,' Grace said, her voice honey-like and almost practiced politeness.
The other girl stepped forward, her hair a glossy straw blonde.
'I'm Eva Warrington,' the girl said, crawling onto my bed with Vivian.
'Hello,' I said, giving them a small smile.
'I don't mean to be rude or anything,' Eva began, crossing her legs. 'But how come you are in Slytherin?' My eyebrows shot up at her bluntness, but the two other girls had become awfully quiet waiting for my answer.
'Um, I'm not sure,' I said, sitting on the bed next to Eva. 'The Hat just thought that I'd be best here,' I shrugged off-handedly. 'All my family has been in Gryffindor for centuries though.'
'I wouldn't worry about them,' Vivian said with a cat-like smile. 'After all, who'd want to be a goody-two shoes Gryffindor?' she wrinkled her nose playfully and the other girls chuckled. I let out a small grimace that could have passed for something more cheerful.
'Don't worry,' Eva said, patting me on the back. 'So what if you're a Weasley? You're a Slytherin now and we've got to watch out for each other,' she winked at the group.
'We will,' Vivian said seriously, nodding to each of us. 'Have you noticed how little Slytherins there are compared to the other houses?' Eva frowned. I thought back to the Slytherin table, it had seemed quite roomy compared to the other houses over flowing benches.
'We are the only house with a single digit amount of new students,' Grace agreed.
'It's because of the war,' Eva sighed. 'Nobody wants to be a Slytherin, everyone wants to be a Gryffindor like brave Harry Potter,' she smiled bitterly.
'No offence to you,' Vivian added, noting my red face.
'It's ok,' I mumbled, not really sure what to think of my family at the moment, or what they thought of me. Eva took my hand in her own and Grace's in her other.
'We'll just have to stick together,' she said firmly. 'We'll show them all how great Slytherins can be.' Vivian's lips curled up into a smile. We sat there on my bed for a few moments in silence. Then Eva giggled as jumped across to the next bed.
'Oh if my mother where here to see this,' she laughed, putting her hands on her hips as she stood on the bed. '"Eva, darling, how many times do I need to remind you to behave in a manner fitting for a woman of your age and stature." She'd have a fit,' she smiled, jumping a few times for good measure before lying back and closing her eyes.
'Good idea,' Vivian said, smoothing down her robes before gracefully climbing into her bed. Grace drifted away and disappeared behind her own green hangings.
Alone with my own thoughts I changed into my pajamas and lay back, my eyes suddenly heavy and full of sleep. The last restless thought I had before slipping into dream land, was that I'd have to write to my parents in the morning.
I don't have spell-check but hopefully it's all ok.
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