A/N: I don't own Harry Potter, I probably will forget the disclaimer a lot, so this is for the whole thing, Ok?
"SLYTHERIN," the sorting hat yelled, twenty-five minutes after being placed on the girl's head. She ambled over to the table with a detached, uncaring look.
She was a beautiful girl, with a long black braid and elfish features. Her ears were pointed, her nose was small. She had clear skin. She was slender. Her eyes were green, green, and large, and beautiful.
When she topped off all of her classes, everyone was shocked. What a waste of a perfectly good Ravenclaw, they complained.
When she was kind everyone was shocked. Poor girl, should have been a Hufflepuff, they pitied.
When she lead her friends into battle for what she believed in: respect, rights, freedom, everyone was amazed. If only she'd been a Gryffindor, they lamented.
But she was a Slytherin. No respect, no honor, no caring went out to her. But she persevered. And in the end, when they had no choice, they honored her. Her death went a lot further than her life did, but it was for her life that she was welcomed in heaven. Rest in peace, Roxanne Weasley.