Hogwarts Is My Home

by Crystal Silo-Milano

This is a story by one of my online friends, MRZWEASLEY. You can check her story out at Nickelodeon's Stories Message Boards. Anyway, this is about an orphan girl who has read the HP series a bunch, and she gets her letter and fears it won't be as great as she thinks. (She has Writer's Block, but it won't be abandoned.)

2. Chapter 2

AN: Not my story, don't own HP, etc, etc, etc.

"Hooray," I muttered.
"Chop these, please," she pushed a pile of small red potatoes at me, and I began to chop them.
"Cecelia, here's a word of advice."
"Sirius," I said tensely, nearly slicing my finger.
"Yes, yes, a word of advice, just try and leave Harry Potter out of the conversation this time."
"Why?" I said, trying to keep my voice calm.
"Well, Cecelia," I twitched "I don't think that families like hearing you talk about Harry Potter all the time."
"But they ask me what I like!" I interjected, "and Harry is the only thing I like!"
"Hon, I think they mean activities. Do you play with dolls? Do you play sports?"
"Quidditch," I muttered.
"Real sports," she snapped. "Cecelia, trust me."
"I only trust Snape," I growled, stabbing a potato extra hard.
"Cecelia!" she yelled. "If you would listen! Just leave Harry Potter out of it and see if they adopt you. You do want to be adopted, right?"
"Yes," I said, tears brimming in my eyes.
"Then act like it!" she yelled fiercely. "Not another word of Harry Potter! You aren't even trying to sound appealing!"
I stabbed the cutting board and the knife wobbled, point down. I turned on my heel and marched toward the door.
With my hands on the door, I pushed it open, and yelled, "Peter Pettigrew!"
I could hear her yelling "Cecelia! Cecelia!" all the way in the hall, but I didn't stop. I threw myself onto my bed, face down, and cried. No one ever understood. I was used to being alone. I grabbed Chamber of Secrets again and read it until I knew dinner was being served. I wasn't even hungry.