Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, the characters belong to J.K. Rowling, and all the glory goes to God.

(AN: Sorry,this first part is really random, I meant to put it in the first chapter, but I forgot about it.)

My mum sometimes tells me that i'm to much like my dad for my own good. And, my dad tells me i'm to much like my mum for my own good.

Growing up I had a love for anything knowledgable, and I began reading at a young age. My parents always had to be careful about what books they left around, because I would read anything I could get my hands on.

Once, when I was around four, I found an article about my mum, dad, and Uncle Harry. As you can imagine, a four-year-old isn't supposed to know much at all about a war, much less details. Since all that I was supposed to know was when they went to Hogwarts there was a really bad wizard that gave Uncle Harry a scar. And, I was talking about Death Eaters, and how Uncle Harry got his scar. Well, let's just say I was in a load of trouble.

I suppose that you could say I look as expected, I have auburn hair, that is, like my mum's at my age, a bush. It used to be pretty little curls, before it turned out like this, but I guess there is the saying, "The calm before the storm."

I detest it, but unless I want to spend hours fixing it in the morning nothing can be done about it, so I guess for now I'll just have to wait for the storm to pass. My mum's settled down after a few years, so I guess I'll just have to wait it out.

Usually, I will pull it back into a ponytail and hope for the best.

I inherited bossiness and brains from my mother, and multiple things from my father.

I get jealous easily, and I hate this about myself. I'm also a perfectionist.

It feels like hours, but I know it's just been a few seconds. I'm still glaring at him.

Malfoy. I can't stand him. I've only known him for a little while and I already detest him. He's smiling at my glare and I absolutely hate it. If there is one thing I can't stand it's when people can't take me seriously. Especially if I don't know them. If it was Al, I would just roll my eyes, but the fact that I don't know him drives me insane!

I scream as I see the Ghosts of Hogwarts coming into the room. I don't know what I had been expecting a ghost to look like, but I hadn't expected them to look so, well, normal I guess.

They looked like normal people, but they were white, and almost transparent. I reprimanded myself for not studying the part on ghosts in my schoolbook. Sometimes, I think I already know something so I skip over it. I make a mental note never to do that again.

"You do not have to scream." said one of the ghost, shaking his head as if telling us this for the 20th time.

"You all must be the new first years." said one, smiling.

This was so amazing!

Professor Longbottom soon returned, and noticing the girl I had helped earlier waved his wand and dried her off.

We all got into what was supposed to be two straight lines, but what ended up looking more like a clump. I was beginning to feel dizzy.

If I hadn't been so nervous I would've taken in my surroundings a bit better, but all I could take in was the 4 large tables for each of the Houses.

Our cousin, Victoire waved at us from Gryffindor Table. She was in her 7th year, and was currently dating Teddy Lupin. He's Uncle Harry's godson. His parents Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks Lupin both were killed in the Final Battle, and so, he was raised by his grandmother Andromeda Tonks.

Fred, Louis, and James were all three snickering at us along with their friends. Somehow, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

At Hufflepuff Table, Roxanne and Molly, both smiled at us encouragingly.

Ravenclaw Table had Molly's twin Lucy, and family friends Lorcan and Lysander Scamander. Who all three waved at us.

In some ways, it made me feel better to have family and friends all around me. In others, it makes it worse.

As we got nearer to the hat it began singing its annual song. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Once it ended, I began to get really nervous, but I couldn't help it. I didn't want to be in front of everyone when I got sorted. Whatever was I going to do?

Professor Longbottom got out the list of first years and began to read of the names

"Ansell, Crista"

A tall girl went up slowly and sat down on the stool.

"RAVENCLAW" shouted the sorting hat.

"Avery, Mark"

The sorting hat only waited but a moment before shouting, "HUFFLEPUFF"

"Boot, Andrea"

"RAVENCLAW"

Beatrice Bopps and Vixen Jillmen went to Slytherin. Evann Carter and Willson Nitter went to Hufflepuff. Elimma Demmy, Mason Fletcher, and Tara Gilly went to Ravenclaw. Darcie Indie was the only new Gryffindor so far.

A few more names were called and soon we reached the m's I rolled my eyes as Professor Longbottom called out Malfoy's name.

Even though I hated him, I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him as he nervously walked up to the stool.

Professor Longbottom placed the sorting hat on his head, and it was silent as the sorting hat thought about where to put him. When all the sudden it yelled out..

"GRYFFINDOR!"

You could see the looks of shock on everyone's faces in the Great Hall, including my own. I had expected him to be in Slytherin.

As he walked down to the Gryffindor Table, he passed by me, and noticing my look of shock, he smiled. I quickly exchanged my look of shock to a glare, hoping he noticed it before he completely passed me.

More were called up and I realized we were now at the p's. Al didn't look to good, and I bit my lip as I looked over to him.

"It will be alright." I said, trying to sound reassuring.

He didn't say anything, but bit his lip also.

"Potter, Albus"

A chatter broke out as soon as his name was called, and the room was silent once the hat landed on his head. I crossed my fingers and prayed really hard.

About a minute passed and the hat finally shouted out the word Gryffindor.

I let a breath of relief out that I hadn't realized I had been holding. I smiled a nervous smile to Al as he passed and he whispered to me, "It's not that bad."

More names were called and I was ready to just get it over with.

"Weasley, Rose"

My eyes got really wide because I hadn't been expecting my name to be called. I knew it had to be at sometime, but it had come as a bit of a shock.

Every step that I took sounded too loud, my heart was hammering in my chest, my face was flushing, and my palms were getting sweaty. I suddenly felt very self-concious as I walked to the stool and sat down. I knew every eye was on me. I could hear people talking about me.

It surprised me when the sorting hat began to talk.

"Oh, hello." it said, " I see, you're another Weasley, aren't you now?"

"Yes," I said back to it in my head, "I am."

"Well, let's see, i've sorted your cousins, your aunts, and your uncles, your grandparents, and your great-grandparents, and your-great-great-grandparents" it said proudly. "You're very smart, but brave also. Yes, very brave indeed. I think that I will put you in.. GRYFFINDOR!"

I was so relieved to be put in Gryffindor. The moment I had been dreading was now over. All of my cousins clapped for me. And, I grinned for all of the Great Hall to see as I skipped down to the table. I sat down next to Victoire and Al, they both congratulated me, and all I could do was smile back in thanks.

Things were going perfectly until I realized that a certain individual was in Gryffindor also. And, at the moment I most certaintly did not feel like dealing with him.

Great, now I would have to put up with him all the time. I had been expecting to only have to deal with him sometimes, meaning only when we had classes together. Now, we would probably spending our time in classes together, at the same table, and in the common room. I decided that I would make it my goal to avoid him as often as possible.

"What's wrong, Rose?" questioned Al.

"I'll tell you later." I replied.

"Wilkins, Dailee"

I watched as the girl I had helped up was sorted she was the second-to-last first year to be sorted.

"GRYFFINDOR" yelled the sorting hat.

I smiled. I was glad that she was a Gryffindor. I hoped that we could be friends.

"Zentrey, Quater"

"SLYTHERIN"

For some strange reason I didn't feel like Quater Zentrey looked like a person to cross. Just looking at him made me nervous. I could tell by looking at Al that he felt the same way. And, we both silently agreed to discuss it later.

I hope this chapter made up for how short the last one was. I don't plan on updating everyday, but I will try to as often as possible. I would like to thank everyone for reading and give a special thank you to my first 2 reviewers, Cassia4u and sunhat101. I'm planning on having the 3rd chapter up sometime next week. (Even though I haven't even started on it.) But, I had thought that this chapter wouldn't be ready for a few more days so.. Please Review! Thanks for reading!

-HermioneGrace

P.S. I just annoyed myself because I looked at Quater and I read it Quarter as in the money. Just so you know it is pronounced Qwaiter, or Coo-a-ter. Sorry, it was bugging me! Review! I love hearing feedback! It makes me want to write more! So, if you want to thank anyone for this chapter, thank Cassia4u and sunhat101!