Hogwarts: The Next Generation

Chapter One.

Story Update: I have updated the first chapter, and made it more detailed. Well at least as detailed as I could. But mostly it has stayed the same. Please Enjoy

"Genei!" a girl whined. That girl was my little sister, Claire. She always whined. I hated it; usually it was over stupid things. She annoyed me.

"Genei, I want to be a Slytherin." she whined. Good, it suits her. Me, well I guessed you'd want to know about me. First, you have to realize everyone in my family has blonde hair and blue eyes. At least I think they do. I got stuck with red hair and unfathomable black eyes. How I got them, I haven't a clue. Right now, we are on the train to Hogwarts. I'm a 1st year here and so is Claire, yeah twins, can you imagine. Our features are the same except our hair and eyes. Don't let the twin gimmick fool you we are total opposites. I am the granddaughter of Ronald Weasley. I've never known him though.

"Ok Claire." I said not wanting to start a duel between us. We were almost to Hogwarts anyways. It was a clear night and as I looked out the window I was amazed at what the castle looked like. It was breath-taking with its turrets and rustic look. The train bumped along the tracks, and we had no choice but to endure it, and gaze out over the rustic scenery. Getting impatient, I stood up, and walked past Claire into the little compartment used for a bathroom. It was high time I should put on the black robes, black shirt, black skirt, and black shoes. The badges signifying the house we were in were gray and plain. I knew they would change when we were in our designated houses. Along with the scarf we were supposed to have too. I just shoved that back into my trunk; along with the muggle clothing I had work to take the trip. Muggles were so fascinating, but she had heard her great grandfather was very interested in them. Oh the tiny little gadgets he tinkered with to figure out there function. She shrugged into the robe, and walked out of the small bathroom compartment. A few minutes later, she saw the beauty of the place they were going to be living in for the year.

"Claire, look!" I said pointing out the window.

"Look how ugly it is! I can't believe we have to live here." Claire said in disgust.

"Precisely what I think." said a boy at the compartment door. He had blonde hair and looked snobbish.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks that." Claire said with the smile she used on our parents to make them get her something.

"I'm Tanner Malfoy," the boy said. Tanner, his skin looked the opposite.

"I'm Claire," my sister said holding out her hand. Tanner took it and planted a kiss on it. It was more like he slobbered all over it to me.

EW, I thought, that is disgusting.

"And who might you be?" Tanner said as if he just noticed me.

"I'm Genei." I said keeping my hands to myself.

"Hello," he said. I knew he had no clue how to pronounce my name, no one but family and close friends did. The train came to a halt and compartment doors opened. I walked out into a crowd of students that pushed me out of the train and onto the cement.

"Ow," I said trying to get up. My knee was bleeding. "First years over here" I heard but didn't listen to it, my knee was hurting baldy.

"Are you ok?" asked a boy with sturdy brown hair and almost dorky glasses. He held his hand out to me and I gratefully took it.

"I will be after the sorting. I'm Genei Weasley." I said with a small smile.

"I'm Bailey Potter. Common I think we might have to hurry and catch up with him." Bailey said almost running towards the end of the lake with all the first years. I followed and found that they had just gotten here. The man who instructed us looked nothing like the friendly giant my mother told me about. They must have gotten a new person. We rode across the lake on boats that drove themselves. This place was full of enchantment. The hat did a song warning everyone but I wasn't listening. I was too scared of where I would be. Professor McGowan called up people one by one. They were sorted into the four houses.

"Weasley, Genei"

I was scared. Slowly I walked up to the stool and sat while she placed the hat on my head.

"Ah another weasley. I hope you're not as mischievous as your little sister."

I couldn't help but think of how mean my sister was.

"Good. I think your sister is mean also."

This shocked me, as I watched the students wait for me to be sorted. This hat knew my thoughts, mother really didn't mention that. All her mother mentioned was that when you get up there, you would know how it sorted.

"You could be wonderful, a fast learner, and particularly gifted in changing. Yet there is a very dark side to you. One that's waiting to come out and reveal its power. Slytherin is as fair a place, you know."

But, I'm not sure. I thought. I didn't much like the fact of staying with Claire in the slytherin dorm. The fact that she was placed there just repelled me from that house.

"Ah, Gryffindor seems like a nice place to put you also, brave and kind. Helpful and Loyal. Or Ravenclaw, full of the smartest witches and wizards ever. That would be a great place also."

Not Ravenclaw. I'm not as smart as you may see. I thought to myself and to him. By this time the students were hanging off their seats waiting, waiting, for the house I was to be put in.

"Well if you must, then you will have...GRYFFINDOR." the hat said yelling out the last word. Somehow I had always known the hat was a man. It seemed to have the liking of one. The Gryffindor table roared in cheers as I slowly made my way down. Had they not heard what the hat said, could they not hear him.

The feast commenced as buckets and bowls, and plates of food appeared on the table. Kids grabbed and poured and fought for the food. All I wondered was where it came from. My mother had told me the vague details of it, how I was to be sorted and how the prefects would take care of the rest. By high time, the feast ended and a person stood up, directing the attention of the first years. He led us out of the great hall, and up many stairs that seemed to move of their own accord. Before we knew it, we were right in front of a painting of a lady, with a glass. I heard many whispers that they called her "The Fat Lady". It seemed to suit her well enough. While walking we had seen the portraits move, but never talk. So this portrait surprised us.

"Password." said a portrait. Many kids were amazed at it.

"Pixie dust." replied the prefect and we were in. I wasn't sure what to do but he told us the girls' dorms were located on the right so I went. My stuff was packed at a bed nearest to the window so I went there.

I was so tired I went to sleep not caring that I had my robes on.