I don't have to tell you that I'm not your average kid, which is why you shouldn't be surprised when I tell you that I was excited to go off to Hogwarts, away from my family. It meant that I didn't have to watch my mother mope around the house or my father down another bottle of Firewhiskey.
My father took me to the train station, which surprised even my mother. He walked through the platform with me and pointed to the train with not so much as a 'good luck,' 'I'm proud of you,' or even a 'see you later.' He sulked off and I climbed aboard the train, settling myself in a compartment alone.
It was a bittersweet train ride. I was half expecting someone to sit with me. A tall boy with white blonde hair opened the door a peak to see if anyone was inside. After closing the door he motioned for his friends to follow him down the train. A girl came along with long black ratty hair and an identical looking boy in tow. She scoffed at me to which I made a blatant face. She slammed the compartment door and the two walked away.
All right, I'll say it; I was upset. Dear old dad all but dumped me at the train station and no one could be bothered sitting with me. I thought at least another first year might've dropped by. But alas, I rode the Hogwarts Express by myself and contemplated what my first year would bring me, if not a headache.
I'm not easy to impress but the Great Hall was just that. They herded us like cattle down the center isle, which was completely unnecessary. I looked at the Slytherin table and eyed up a few of the more intimidating looking housemates. The blonde haired boy was sitting there and so was the grotesque looking girl. I gagged at the thought of what she smelled like.
The first name they called was Aria Avery. She was taller than almost all of the boys, which struck me as odd. Her hair was dark brown and her eyes were a vibrant blue. She was confident, which irritated me to no end. She looked like a snobbish bookworm but much to my surprise, she was sorted in Slytherin. She sat down beside a boy who was almost prettier than she was.
Now, it never dawned on me that I would be one of the last people they sorted. So for the better part of an hour, I waited with a bunch of gits who, of course, were sorted into Hufflepuff. When I finally got to meet my housemates, I learned a few things.
The boy with blond hair was a fifth year, Lucius Malfoy. The only person who seemed to hold the same amount of power or influence was a seventh year girl who was positively dangerous looking. Bellatrix was her name, and an angelic looking girl called Narcissa called her Bella. The very pretty boy was a second year, Walden MacNair, and, strangely enough, he seemed to be close friends with the gruesome girl and her brother, Alecto and Amycus Carrow.
These were the people I would spend the better part of my life with, the latter three in particular. It's funny looking back on this particular day. If I had known then that I had just under seven years to live, I may have asked to be sorted differently and make better choices.
Actually, no, no I wouldn't have.