Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I still do not own Harry Potter

"What's wrong with being a Slytherin?" I asked after seeing all of their reactions.

"Well Slytherins aren't the nicest people," Alicia answered.

"That's putting it mildly," Lee interjected.

"Plus, you-know-who was in that house when he went here," George added.

"But those are all just stereotypes," I argued. "My Mum was in Slytherin went she went to Hogwarts and she's the nicest person in the world. The same goes for Denise and the You-Know-Who thing doesn't matter now because he's dead."

"How do you know that?" Fred asked.

"Because my Dad said so and he works in the Ministry of Magic," I answered. I could feel a hint of annoyance creeping up my spine.

"Well my Dad does too and he reckons that he could still be out there somewhere," Fred argued.

"Oh please, your Dad works in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office," I snapped. "My Dad's the head of the Department of Security. Who's the more info-"

"Why should anyone believe a bloke who married a Slytherin?" Fred interjected. "There's obviously something wrong with him if he chose to do that." Okay, now it was safe to say that I was pissed.

"What are you saying Fred?" I asked.

"Oh I'm saying that maybe you and the rest of your family don't belong in Gryffindor. Maybe you should go join Slytherin and become Death Eaters just like your parents, because we all know that your sister is on her way to becoming-" That's when I did something I would regret:

I slapped him.

The common room was silent, I guess that everyone had stopped to watch the screaming match between the two of us. Without a word, I exited the common room.

I could feel tears streaming down my face, hot and stinging.

I wasn't sure where I was going, I just knew that I needed to get away from that room. I didn't want to go back in there for a long time. I could still here Fred's words in my head and I think that the reason they hurt so bad was because in some way they were true.

Maybe I had a little spoiled or something, but I wasn't sheltered. I could've been sheltered, my parents wouldn't do that to us. I mean Mum would always tell us that family was the one thing that truly mattered and not to care what anyone else thought because they were just jealous. Growing up my family took trips to France and Spain. We always had the best seats at the quidditch games.

"If you can afford the best, you get the best," Dad would say.

Although, part of me also started to realize that all the kids that I had been friends with growing up were children of people who were friends with my parents. The first time that I was really expose to a diverse group of people was my very first day at school a couple months ago.

Oh my gosh I really am-

I felt myself being knocked to the ground as I ran into something hard.

When I finally came to my senses I saw a boy getting up and picking his books up with him.

"I'm so sorry," I exclaimed as I got to my feet. Once the boy had fixed himself up, he looked at me and smiled.

"No it's my fault I wasn't paying attention," He said.

"Neither was I," I stated.

He laughed, "Well maybe we're both in the wrong here."

I gave him a small smile, "Yeah maybe so." He placed the stack of books on the ground next to him and stuck out his hand.

"I'm Oliver Wood," He said.

"Angelina Johnson." We shook hands.

"Oh are you perhaps related to-"

"Yes I'm Gabe's younger sister," I interjected.

"So then you must be excellent at Quidditch," Oliver guessed.

I shrugged, "I'm not terrible at it."

"What house are you in?"

"Gryffindor," I answered.

"Brilliant so am I! You should definitely think about going out for the team then next year," He said. "We could use someone who isn't terrible."

I laughed, "Hey!"

"What? Your words not mine," Oliver joked.

"Um Oliver do you happen to heading to the Gryffindor common room?" I asked.

"Uh, well-"

"It's completely fine if you're not. I just thought that I'd ask because I'm-"

"Lost?" Oliver guessed.

"Yep," I said. "One of the downfalls of being a first year." Oliver picked up his books and started walking. For a moment, I just stood there. He stopped walking after a few seconds and turned around.

"Well are you coming or what?" He asked with a smile. I returned his smile, nodded, and followed him.