As I woke up, everything was fuzzy and disoriented. I looked around and saw three redheads, and one person with jet-black hair. My vision started to come back and I recognized everyone. I smiled at them and I heard George say, "Praise the lord, he's alive."
"You gave us quite a scare," Percy told me. "Why were you serving a detention down in the dudgeon on Halloween?"
"Cuz, Snape is a cruel evil person," I told him.
"You should have heard the fit mum had when she found out," Fred told me, laughing at the memory. "She sent a howler to Snape, yelling at his irresponsibility. Snape turn red and took the howler out of the great hall before it went off."
"I wish I didn't miss that," I told them disappointed.
"She might still send one," George suggested cheerfully.
"So what happen?" I asked.
"Well, I went to warn you about the troll," Harry started explaining. "That's when I saw the troll already had you. I tried to curse him, but my curses had no effect. Dumbledore though, he came running in throwing every curse he knew at the troll, till finally the troll got knocked unconscious."
"How did the troll get in?" I asked.
"Everyone was hoping you could answer that," Percy told me.
I thought about it and tried to remember that night. I said my thoughts out loud. "I heard the grunt and felt a warm breathe on my neck. As I whirled around, I saw a blur of something, with an odd color and I heard a sound like someone light on his or her feet, running away. Then I remember the troll's club and that is about it."
"Do you know what color?" Fred asked eagerly.
"It was a dark color, very rich if that makes any sense," I told them, even though I had a thousand different thoughts in my head.
"It makes perfect sense," Dumbledore told me, coming up to me bed. "Now, if only we had the same sense as you."
"Hello Professor," we all greeted him.
"I was wondering if I could to talk to young Mister Weasley," he told us. Percy, Fred and Harry all left, leaving George and me. Dumbledore cleared his throat and said, "Young Mister Weasley alone."
"Well you see we both are young Mr. Weasley," George informed him. "Fred was born three minutes before me, making Ron and I the youngest two brothers."
"Then I just wish to speak to Mister Ron Weasley then," Dumbledore told him with an amused smile.
"Alright then, take care little brother," George told me, before he left to follow Fred, Percy and Harry.
"Um, Professor Dumbledore, is there something I can help you with?" I asked.
"Everything I wanted to know I over heard you telling your brothers and Harry," he told me. "But I understand there is something you wanted to discuss with me, though."
"Right, my current housing situation," I told him. "Well, I just don't feel as though I belong there."
"You feel as though Slytherin was the improper chose for you?" Dumbledore clarified. I nodded and he said, "Well, that very well could be. No one's perfect, not even the sorting hat. Where do you think you should be?"
"Well, anywhere but Slytherin, maybe," I said sheepishly. I hesitated and said, "Gryffindor."
"You wouldn't mind being seen as just another Weasley?" Dumbledore asked.
"At this point, no," I told him forcefully.
"Well, then come by my office tomorrow and we shall the give the sorting house one last try," Dumbledore told me getting up.
"Thank you," I said.
He bided me good afternoon, and then left me. As Madame Pomfrey was checking on me, I didn't hear a word she said. I was too excited about tomorrow.
A/N: ok person you shall not know, put down the blunt butcher knife! I updated! I know it's short but I'm getting to the reasoning behind that.
A/N2: I'm freakin scared! some one threatened my life!
A/N3: ok, I'm calm now, no I really am not! I'm scared! slaps self ok better know.
A/N5: wait what happen to 4? anyway, I'm doing a poll: Should I keep Ron in Slytherin, thus changing him evil or should I have him go back to Gryffindor? review me with what you think! and don't kill me! please! author starts crying!