Okay, I know i have not updated in almost (HOLY SHIT!) three years. My imagination went on holiday and just returned. Sorry.

2. September 1989,

0630 am

It's morning and I am surprisingly early up. Think this is a first. I'm kind of just prolonging to face the demons that today will bring. I can hear Warrington snore, it sounds a bit like a mix between a dove with a cold and a wounded pig. Not plesant. It will be seven fun years. I think I'll make use of the showers while I'm the only one up.

0750 am

I'm at breakfast. It's only me and some Ravenclaws here yet. I hope George arrives soon, I have to talk to him about, everything.

DAMN that hat, WHY did it feel the need to break tradition? Everyone knows that Weasleys are Gryffindor's, I must be the first one in over hundred and fifty years not sorted into Gryffindor, and the first one ever sorted into Slytherin. Yay me.

There are coming other Slytherins to the table, think they are fifth years or over. I can see that they are evaluating me, they probably doesn't know where to put me yet. So far, the only good thing about Hogwarts is the food. Oi, now my fellow first years are coming, crap its Avery and Warrington, and that two girls, don't think I've met them. And one more guy, okay, I must put you down, don't want to be known as the sissy who writes diary at breakfast.

1215 pm

I'm waiting for George down on the grounds, we made a deal to meet here at breakfast so we could talk alone. So far today has been okay I guess. In classes that I don't share with George, I sit with this guy named Oswald, so far, he has seemed okay. He doesn't say much, but when he does, its hilarious, sometimes because its funny, other times because its so stupid. I think I may have to protect him from the likes of Avery. Oswald is the biggest walking mocking-stick I've ever met.

Professor Snape, the bat as I have named him in my mind, gave us our timetable at breakfast. He looks at me funny, it's a bit unnerving. Classes start at nine. I have five classes each week with George, Potions and History of Magic. Too bad its not more. Oh, I see George.

8.00 pm

Today has been… hectic. Meeting George was nice, it has been wired not sleeping next to him. He told me that he begged the hat to put him in Slytherin, but it refused to. I don't understand it, because we are not the same if we can't work together. And now I can't work with him like I used to. He told me that no one in the family were angry, thankfully, but surprised that I was put in Slytherin, Will even said that he could see why. What no one understood was why George wasn't put there with me.

We made a promise that nothing would change because of this, that this would not come between us. He even wrote a letter with me to mum and dad; I haven't known what to write to them. After lunch we went to History of magic lesson together. Can you imagine being a ghost and not care about anything other than goblin-wars that happened before even he was born? We both fell asleep for a bit. Potions were interesting. It was right after history of magic, and I sat with George and Lee. I and George have had this brilliant idea of filling the girl's bathroom outside the Great Hall with dungbombs right before lunch and Lee jumped right on it, coming up with all these brilliant ways to pull it off. I Think we will do it next week.

Anyways, potions seem kind of cool, according to Professor Snape you can do almost anything with it, makes me itch do make something cool. Remember that moodring Hannah Olsen had on the train, imagine a potion that makes your skin like that, reflecting your mood? That'd be an amazing prank! Professor Snape is creepy. From all the tings Bill told us about him, I thought he elected to just ignore me, during class he did not look at me once.

However, this is the wired part. After lessons I decided to eat at the Gryffindor table, which was fun. We stayed in the Great Hall as long as possible but eventually George and Lee decided to go back to the Gryffindor common rooms. I figured out I should go back to mine, I tried to ask if I could join them, but they evaded the question enough for me to get it. Apparently there are some things Slytherins are not allowed to, even if you are a Weasley.

On my way back to the dungeons I was suddenly surrounded by some of my housemates, Avery, Warrington and a girl I only saw during the welcome feast, I haven't really noticed her before. They were spewing the normal bloodpurity bullshit, about my family being traitors and that I should stop speaking to them if I wanted to keep my limbs attached to myself for the coming years.

So I told them that I was in Slytherin for being cunning and smart, not bigoted and stupid. Not really a Slytherin move, but I got the point across.

They did not take that well, and since we haven't learnt any spells, a little fistfight occurred.

I am proud to say that I got a fist in on both, Wellington event tarted to bleed nose blood (quite thankful for Bill and Charlie at that moment) and tackled the girl when she was on her way to throw a punch at me. Unfortunately, even though none of got any brains, Avery looks like he's fourteen, and three against one is quite unfair. So, they started to beat me up a bit, I think I will have a black eye tomorrow.

Before they could do any actual harm, Professor Snape was suddenly there. He did not even say anything, just waved his wand and they were off me. He said something along the lines that "this is not how we sort things in Slytherin house, and that we do not turn on our own" they started to explain to him that they had to because of my traitorous ways. I had to roll my eyes at them. To me it seemed like he wanted to as well, because off his constipated look. He gave all of them detention the next day and told me to follow him. Which I'll admit, I really didn't want to. He looked like he could murder someone. We went into his office, which I wanted even less to come into. He has a human skull at his desk, I kid you not, and the whole room was dark except for the fireplace which was lit. Thankfully he lit some candles, but somehow it made the shadows from the skull look even creepier.

He told me to sit at the chair before is desk as he sat down at the other side. "I was quite surprised to find you sorted into my house yesterday Mr. Weasley" he said. "Me as well, professor" I said, winking and putting on a little more bravado than I actually had in that moment. I think he saw through it; it might have had something to do with the tears I'll never admit to trying to break free, or the blood running down my face. He just stared at me, for a long time, which was very uncomfortable.

Eventually I felt my face turn into a grimace instead of the smile I had gone for, and I looked down at my shoes. "Well," he finally said, "as I am sure you know as well from the little speak you had earlier, very Gryffindor I might add, you know that cunning, smart thinking and ambitions are what makes a true Slytherin, not how pure your blood is, even though one might be fooled to think otherwise" I stared at him, was THE Professor Snape, bat of the dungeon and biggest bigot on the school (according to Charlie) saying that? A wry smile was on his face, as if he knew what I was thinking. "Don't bother to tell people of what I just said, no one will believe you" I could not help the little snort that came out. The moment was gone, and he was back to his normal stern and fearsome behaviour.

"Slytherin house is a complicated house. It protects its own but does not forgive easily either. I will advise you to lay low and make your own friends in this house, try to retrain your… Gryffindor behaviour to when it is needed. I think that you will find if you look, people who share your goals in this house as well"

I looked at him confused. "Are you telling me to stop speaking to my family, because I won't do that" I said stubbornly. I could hear the pout in my voice, embarrassing. This time, Professor Snape rolled his eyes. "of course not, but I am telling you to be smart about your choises, you can eat at the Gryffindor table every now and then, and you can hang out with them as much as you like. But you should also try to get to know the people in your year"

I nodded, I think I understood what he meant. "Also…" he seemed to be contemplating something, before he made up his mind. "You can borrow this book from me, but I want it back at the end of the term, and I expect you to have mastered the most basic spells in this, do not misuse it"

Professor Snape handed me a book, it seemed well-read and old. Now that I have had time to look closer at it, it is a book about protection, mostly different shield-chams, but also some simple wards.

I managed to quack out a startled "thank you, sir" before he dismissed me and told me to get to the common room before curfew.

So as you might understand, I'm mighty confused, by a somewhat nice Professor Snape, and the events of the day. But I think I am going to sleep, and dwell on that tomorrow.