A/N: A simple writing style? Is that a compliment or an insult? This chapter will have more of a plot, plus it has the sorting in and should be longer.
Disclaimer: I own anything that ends up being original. Harry Potter, all related characters and settings belong to J. K. Rowling.
Chapter Two: Wrong Descision
I looked at the students walking towards the castle, most were heading towards carrages but some, including the two boys from before, which I had learned were first years were heading down to a stretch of water. I followed them and saw a little fleet of boats and a massive man. He must have been a giant or something as he was so huge. I got into one of the boats when comanded, getting into an empty one so as not to be pushed out.
"Hi, can I use this boat? All the rest are full." I looked up to see someone standing above me. His robes were shabbier than mine were which suggested to me that he was poor. My farther said that poor people just clogged up the streets. His hair was either a light brown or a dark blonde.
"I suppose so." I answered.
"Thanks. Are you excited about going to Hogwarts? I am! I didn't think that I'd get in. My name's Remus Lupin by the way. You are?"
"Are you a Pure-blood?" I asked, ignoring his question. Those Mudbloods and Half-bloods are not to be talken to. I knew this since before I could talk. My parents had been angry when I had asked why am had took be straight to the dark lord to apoligise for my behaviour. I was only seven years old at the time but everyone got really angry at me so I never asked again.
"Pure-blood. You know, it's not nice to call people Mudbloods..."
"Whatever." I said and I didn't talk to him for the rest of the trip. I didn't see the point, he was just a Mudblood lover and they were almost as bad as the Mudbloods themselves.
When we got to the castle I was amazed at how big it was. It was compleatly different to where I lived usually, I lived in a flat in London with loads of Muggles. My dad said that it was for security and so that we were not noticed but I knew that that was a lie. It was because all our money went to the dark lord and he gave out money to people based on how well they served him. Our family got less as I was not of Deatheater age yet. When I turn thirteen we should get more money.
The boats docked, there was a woman standing there, she had a stern face and she said that she would take us into the castle to the giant, who was apparently called Hagrid. She led us into a corridor and told us to wait.
Then the sorting began. One by one students got placed in the house, Black from earlier took a long time but eventually got put in Gryffindor. Finally...
"Pettigrew, Peter." I walked over to the stool and put the hat on.
Are you talking?
Pardon?
I thought you should be sorting me.
We both know which house you should be in.
Slytherin?
Actually I was thinking Hufflepuff. Hmm, no I wasn't. Your right, Slytherin.
You know why?
Yup. (A/N: That was a joke carried over from Sorting Hat Capers about Sirius's sorting.)
Do you think it's my fault?
Don't know. Why would I know?
I'm not sure.
Never mind then.
Could you just say Slytherin already?
You don't have to go into Slytherin you know?
Huh?
I said, you don't have to go into Slytherin you know.
Yes I do.
Why?
You know why.
Why though?
Coz I gotta follow family tradition.
Why?
Coz all my family were in Slytherin and I have to become a deatheater and serve the dark lord when I'm older. All those I form a friendship with must be killed by me so that my loyalty is proved.
Do ya wanna be evil?
It is my duty.
Why?
I don't want to destroy my family.
Chose which is more important.
Huh?
Family and tradition or friends and the truth?
Friends and the truth.
Then you shouldn't be in Slyherin.
GRYFFINDOR! The hat shouted to my surprise, I almost begged him to change his mind but I couldn't hear him anymore.
Later, after all the students had been sorted, the feast began. I looked over at the Slytherin table, my true destiny and I saw Severus Snape. A To-Be-Deatheather like me. As I watched, he lifted his finger from the table. He then drew it in a straight line across his throat and ahook his head, smirking.
I knew why.
I... Was... Dead.
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