1Where I belong
Chapter 1-The Sorting Hat
Walking down the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardrt is nothing special to someone who has grown up in a pureblood-or wizard-household. On the contrary, it is a strange place to anti-wizarding mudbloods and muggles. Talking and moving portraits, transparent apparitions roaming the hallways, and children (and teachers) wearing uniform robes. This is the school where your wand is your most precious possession and you have to put up with the same people 24-7-365, since you live with them.
As a child of a non-wizarding mudblood background, I wasstunned as a talking hat was placed upon my head while the entire school of 2nd-7th year students stared at the future of their school-me. I was the first to be sorted into one of 4 prestigious houses-Glittering Griffindor, Stunning Slytherin, Reknowned Ravenclaw, and Humble Hufflepuff. What house did I want to be in?
"Considering Slytherin, now are we? You know, they are a great house-for quite some time, they have held the house cup! You could be a great wizard, a powerful one." How did the tattered hat know? The Sliytherins cheered at the sound of their recognition.
"I don't know," I shyly mumbled. I couldn't decide which house would be best for me, though I did acknowledge that was the hat's job.
"Can't decide, can you? It's pretty tough, isn't it? My job is pretty hard, even though it only comes once a year. Wouldn't you like to be in Griffindor? It's an excellent house. So many great people have come from it, especially Quidditch players." Quidditch? What's that? Sounds like a game of some kind. Maybe Griffindor wouldn't be so bad.
I scanned the audience. It was full of what looked like a bunch of accomplished students. In front of me was so much potential. I was going to be a failure. I don't know what anything is, plus I couldn't even be placed in a house! The Griffindors look really smart, but the Slytherins, they have something about them.
"For you, I choose SLYTHERIN!" The long house table erupted in cheering and applause as many students clad in black robes with green emblems and trim jumped to their feet. I couldn't help but smile while I was lovingly welcomed to the group.
Student after student, Proffessor McGonnagal placed the old and loved hat onto everyone's head. A few names stuck out to me: Ron Weasly, Hermione Granger, and Potter. Harry Potter. I could have sworn that you could hear a pin drop as his name was announced. Griffindot was bellowed for all three's names, and the deafening cheers of the Gold and Red house echoed throughout the Great Hall.
The last name that truly caught my ears was Malfoy. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. This young student-obviously from a wizard family-had a smug looks on his face, as if he knew which house he was going to be in.
"Draco, eh?" bellowed the Sorting hat. "You must be the son of Lucius Malfoy! He did quite well in Slytherin, and so will you!" Once again, our table exploded in cheering, as did I, when a smiling Draco came and sat next to me. After being welcomed by his buddies, he turned to me.
"Hey, I'm Draco. I don't think anyone here caught your name, much less did I." I wasn't sure if he was being nice to me, sarcastic, or insulting.
"My name's Elizabeth. Elizabeth Winson." He had a smile on his face as I replied.
"That's really strange, Liz. The Winsons are usually Griffindors. Funny that a Griffindor lineage would suddenly change to the practically mortal enemies... but I guess it's for the better. Plus, we're much cooler!"
"What are you talking about? Nobody from my family ever came here!"
"Are you kidding me? You would not know how much I've heard my dad tell me about, "that John Winson always beating the Slytherin Quidditch team."
"But my dad's dead. My mom never told me about him."
"Then your mom is probably a muggle- that's what we call non-wizards. You're mom and dad probably married into a wizard family without even knowing it. That means you're a..." he shuddered and sighed, "... a mudblood."
"Don't call someone from your own house such a derogatory term, Malfoy," said a voice from behind me and Draco. A tall, black-haired, fair-skinned adult in black robes was behind us.
"Sorry, proffessor," Draco replied, and went back to talking to me. "Mud blood's considered a pretty bad insult here. I mean that you have both wizard and muggle blood in you. I didn't mean it as an insult, but it is pretty strange that there would be one in Slytherin of all houses!"
"I know, it's okay. I've never even thought of my dad being a wizard before, though. Heck, I never knew this place existed before last week!"
Somebody had interrupted the conversastion between Draco and I, but I didn't mind. My eyes wandered out over the students sitting at the tables in front of me. A redheaded boy stuck out to me-I think he was Ron. Something about him wouldn't take my eyes off of him...
