Chapter 3- Slytherin with Privelages
Charlie's PoV
On the Hogwarts express, I nervously thought about a year ago, when I had been sorted into Slytherin. Percy still tells me I don't belong. I tell him to get his panties out of a twist. I'm not allowed to tell him why I was put in Slytherin. Thinking about last year I was swallowed by a memory that still terrified me a year later.
**flashback**
It was storming out. Really, truly storming, with a passionate rage that upturned several trees and flooded the Black Lake so much that no one was allowed near it for days. The thunder blasted it's way into the dorm I shared with Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bullstrode. They were sound asleep, while I was cowering in fear under my covers.
Finally being pushed over the edge of fear and down into the depths of deathly afraid, I left my dorm and climbed, sobbing up the stairs to the Gryffindor tower. The Fat Lady wouldn't le me in, even while I was having a panic attack.
"Please! I need Fred Weasley!" I said through my tears.
"I can't let a Slytherin into the Gryffindor tower!" she said pompously. I looked up at her, shyly.
"Could-could you go get him?" The Fat Lady sighed melodramatically but, nonetheless disappeared into the tower. Not a minute later, Fred came out.
"Charlie! I've been so worried about you!" he had exclaimed. I sniffled and he scooped me up into his arms, taking me into the safety of his dorm.
The next day I talked with Dumbledore and he had deemed it appropriate that I know the passwords to the Gryffindor common room.
**end flashback**
It had been the most terrifying moment of my life, all because I was a Slytherin. Dumbledore explained why, but I still wish I could be with my family.
I was snapped out of my ponderings by Bay, she was bouncing on her seat in excitement.
"Charlie, why are you so sad, silly?" she asked. I shook my head to clear the thoughts.
"It's nothing, Bayie," I told her. What would she think, her big, strong sister sobbing in the middle of the night?
"If you say so..." Bay turned to Ginny and resumed chatting about something-or-other.
"I'm going to find Draco," I announced. Dumbledore had told me how important it was for me to befriend the kids in my house, and even though they were self-centered and mean, they were still alright.
He was sitting with Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson, who were laughing as I entered. Despite popular belief, we Slytherins do laugh and joke.
"Hey, Charles," he greeted I smiled.
"Hi, guys." Blaise looked at me and I felt uncomfortable. No matter how many times Fred, George, Lee and I pranked him; he still has a crush on me. He says it's because of 'my beautiful mixed accent, Irish dipped in Scottish.' I think he's insane, personally.
After ten minutes of joking around, Fred and George came in.
"Char, you've gotta see this! Lee's got a tarantula!" George exclaimed excitedly.
"No way!" I yelled. Fred grabbed my hand and pulled me along to see this amazingly huge spider named 'Fabio'.
We got to school safely, despite Fabio escaping. I chased him into three different compartments, where he terrified Bay and Ginny, before I finally caught him and was deemed 'supermegafoxyawesomehot' by the Twins.
Bay's name was called for the sorting.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the Sorting Hat called out, barely touching her red curls. Why don't I belong? I asked myself.