I was your average guy.

Okay, maybe not so average, considering that I was the living undead.

No, wait, the living dead, yes, the living dead. Weird oxymoron if I've ever heard one.

Oxymorons are amusing, alone together, act naturally, found missing.

It seems as though I have gone off on a tangent.

Anyway, as I was saying, I was your average guy, except for the fact that I was the living dead.

That's not all though, see, when I was born, it was to a wizarding family, who in turn sold me to a vampire couple.

Then, after the vampire couple had me in their clutches, they turned me into a creature of the night!

It may seem odd, that something that is dead can still age. It's a mystery to me too!

From what I know, we age normally until our voices change for males, and for females, well, that information is a bit more private.

After that, our aging process slows down A LOT.

Back to the story of well, me!

When I was about seven, my vamp parents decided that they didn't want me anymore, because they woke up one day, and decided they wanted a girl.

It all turned out to be okay in the end, because around the same time, my wizard parents came looking for me.

It turned out, that they couldn't have anymore kids.

Now, here I am, four years later, standing in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, waiting to be sorted.

It was a bit weird, I expected everyone to either run in fear, or stare in awe, or even try to kill me, but instead, their attention wasn't focused on me at all.

I could kind of see why though, the Great Hall was amazing! It was bigger than my whole house, and there were even ghosts floating around.

Heh, I wonder what would happen if someone were to use a Ouija board in this place?

"Boswick, Brutus!"

Oh wow! The sorting was starting, luckily, my surname started with a N, so it was pretty far down on the list.

I turned my attention to where the sorting hat was, to see a pudgy boy with blond hair sitting on the stool.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Lame, if I was sorted into Hufflepuff, I think I'd just die," came a cocky voice from behind me.

I don't know exactly what compelled me to do it, but I whipped around and said.

"Well, here's to hoping you get sorted into Hufflepuff then!"

After that, everyone cheered, and Headmistress McGonagall came up and said.

"Ten points for whatever house you get sorted into for standing up for a classmate!"

Actually, none of that happened, I turned around to face the jerk, but then he gave me the death glare, and after that well, I just couldn't get any words to come out.

"Dingweed, Earl!"

I held back a snort at that name, and when the jerk started walking up to the sorting hat, I was unable to hold back the snort any longer.

Thankfully, no one heard.

Well, if they heard, they didn't show that they had heard.

Please put him in Hufflepuff, please put him in Hufflepuff.

I silently pleaded, as I looked up at the jerk, Earl.

"SLYTHERIN!"

Well, who didn't see THAT one coming?

"Malvarma, Isla!"

Wow, Ms already? I hadn't realised that I had zoned out for that long.

A girl with black, chin length hair, walked up to the sorting hat.

After what seemed like a gazillion years, the hat finally yelled.

"GRYFFINDOR! "

"Nightshade, Porter!"

I waited to see who would walk up to the sorting hat, but then I realised, that was MY name.

Oh my gosh!

If my heart could beat, I was sure it would be pounding like a bass drum right now.

"Nightshade, Porter?" McGonagall called again, looking around for me.

It's now or never, you can do this! I slowly walked to the sorting hat, I had to keep reminding myself to put one foot in front of the other.

Then, before I knew it, I was there, standing in front of the stool.

"Ahhh!"

I jumped slightly, I wasn't expecting the sorting hat to start talking to me as soon as he was placed on my head. In fact, I wasn't expecting him to talk to me at all, I hadn't heard him talking to the other kids.

"We haven't had a student like you before."

Wow, really? I had no idea.

"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit you know?"

"But the highest form of intelligence," I muttered, finishing the quote by Oscar Wilde, that he was referring to.

"I think I have finally decided on a house for you...RAVENCLAW!"

Loud cheers sounded around the Great Hall as I made my way to the Ravenclaw table.

I couldn't believe it, I just couldn't believe it, they were actually cheering for me, they were actually happy to have me in their house. Someone so different from them.

I had a feeling that this was going to be the start of a beautiful year.