"Slytherin!" The sorting hat shouts. I walk over to the Slytherin table. I look to see Fred and George in the line smirking at each other.
I wake with a start. That dream always confuses me. Why were they smirking. I'll never know. Anyway, I've been in Slytherin for two years now. After I'd gotten sorted, the next day I payed them back for helping me. I gave them the Slytherin password, if they wanted to prank us they needed to know how to get in. Word got to father in the ministry, he wasn't pleased. He ignores me now. More than he used to anyway. But it doesn't really matter. I don't need anyone. Or, that's what I like to tell myself anyway. Another year going to Hogwarts. I'm going to go into Diagon Alley today to get supplies. There are rumors going around the ministry. They say Harry Potter will go to Hogwarts this year. I believe it. He would be 11 this year, one of the most legendary people in history. Very powerful. He would have to go to Hogwarts in order to master this. I get dressed in a deep green shirt, black pants, and I pull my hair into a high bun. I apparate into Diagon Alley. Usually students are not allowed to apparate, but I find it much easier than using the floo system. Ministry children are allowed to apparate before they are of age, this only because they are more at risk. If Voldemort does come back I need to be ready. Most, including father, think that he is gone for good. I know he isn't gone, he's just waiting. He needs an opportune moment to show he's back. I walk into Madam Malkin's. "Ah yes, Third year robes?" Mrs. Malkin asks. I nod. "Stand next to Mr. Malfoy." She instructs. I do as I'm told. Platinum Blonde hair, ice blue eyes, sickly smirk. There is no doubt he's a Malfoy. The smirk is a Slytherin thing though. Nearly every male in Slytherin has a smirk on their face. That or it's a scowl. "My Father is buying me a broom." He says. I decide to ignore him. "He says it'll be a crime if they don't let me on the team next year." He continues on. I smirk. I've been on the team since last year. I'm the keeper. There isn't a backup keeper, and no one is as good as me. Fred and George are on the Gryffindor team. We haven't played a match against each other yet, so they have no clue I'm on the team. I am 100% positive that Malfoy will get on the team next year. Either pure skill or bribery, my guess is a little bit of both. I look over to see a boy next to him. He looks shy, a bit timid. A first year no doubt. He has raven black hair, and bright green eyes. Glasses, and if you look close enough, a lightning scar. Harry Potter. There isn't a doubt about it. "How do you both like Diagon Alley so far?" I ask. My tone comes off colder than I meant it to be, but it's a habit. Malfoy looks at me, so does Potter. Potter looks grateful that I've asked something he can relate to. "It's boring." "It's cool!" Comes at the same time. I smirk. They both have much different views. Potter will be Gryffindor, just like his parents. I can already tell. He won't want Slytherin, though it is an option. He has immense courage. That much is clear. Being a seer helps with predictions as well. I'm going to take Divination this year as an elective. Most in Slytherin think it's bogus, but it'll help me train at being a seer. It's a very rare gift, I can see events that will happen in the near future, and in the distant future. Sometimes visions may appear in my dreams, other times during the middle of the day. Madam Malkin hands me my robes. "Thank you." I say, I start walking out the door. As I open the door I turn around, noticing Malfoy and Potter both staring at me. "Good Luck." I say, shutting the door behind me. I see Hagrid walking up the street, a owl in his hands. Probably for the Potter boy. "Hello Hagrid." I say, it's curt, but still friendly. I like going down to Hagrid's hut sometimes. I get to see his hippogriff, Buckbeak. He's a very friendly creature, but also very proud. "Ah, Marilyn! It's good to see ya!" Hagrid replies. Hagrid is friendly, almost a friendly as the twins, but less annoying. He invites me over for tea every week at Hogwarts, most of the time I'm busy, though when I can, I go see him and Buckbeak. I walk into Flourish and Blotts. It's fairly busy, then again, when isn't it. I've got almost all my books, but I can't reach one on the third to top shelf. I let out a small sigh. A hand reaches out and grabs it, along with two more. Only two people shop for them and the other. "I was fine on my own Weasley." I say, turning around with a glare. I take notice that it's George. I can tell the difference between the two, though most can't. Fred is slightly shorter, George being the taller one. "Really? I could put it back up there." He says, a smug smirk on his face. "You could, that would just be counterproductive though." I reply. He smiles putting it back up on the shelf. "Now what are you going to do?" He asks, genuinely curious. "Accio." I say, a bored expression on my face. "Better luck next time!" I say, walking to the counter to buy my books. Though father ignores me, he would never leave me without money. I'm his legacy, his only heir. If I'm stuck with no money, no place to stay, what would that say about our, already semi-tarnished, name. As I leave the store I see Fred and Lee waiting outside. This isn't going to be good. "Marilyn!" Fred and Lee exclaim at the same time. Lee tries to come up and hug me, it's fake though, he would never dare. He's too scared of me. Seeing Fred has 'disappeared', I know it's just a distraction. I knee Lee in the groin, then whip around and slap Fred. Stepping back I admire my work. Fred is holding his cheek, and Lee is on the ground rolling around. "How did you think that was going to work?" I ask, a satisfied smirk rests on my face. Fred gives me a small glare.
To Be Continued…
Tell me what you thought of her being sorted. I don't know what happens during Fred and George's year(s) 1 - 2 at Hogwarts. And I didn't feel like making it up. Yeah I just don't have imagination. :) Tell me what you think! I love seeing your feedback!
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