Author Note:
Hufflepuff fanfiction day 3!
I'm trying to write a one-shot a day while starting a new job, so forgive me if this one isn't as polished as the others.
I don't own anything.
"Nobody really likes yellow. I mean, have you ever asked anybody what their favorite color was, and they said yellow? I bet you haven't. Yeah, some people 'say' they like yellow, but really they like sunshine or something that yellow reminds them of. Nobody really likes the color itself.
Besides, everybody knows Hufflepuff's the "rubbish house'. People only get sorted in there because nowhere else will take them. Ha!
Did you know that every house has two colors. Gryffindor is red and gold, Slytherin is green and silver, and Ravenclaw is blue and bronze. Get it, gold, silver and bronze? First, second and third place. Do you know what Hufflepuff's colors are? Yellow and black. Your trophy would be black, as in nothing, because there's no prize for coming in fourth place," The Slytherin fourth year finished.
He had me trapped in a dead-end hallway. He stood in the middle with his hands on his hips. His friends blocked my escape on either side.
He stepped forward and pushed me.
"You're not ambitious!"
He pushed again.
"You're not smart."
He pushed a third time. I slipped and fell. He scoffed, "You're not even brave."
"Excuse me?!" A deep female voice demanded from behind them.
They whipped around to confront her. I recognised the seventh year Ravenclaw who everyone was saying was their house's best spellcaster in a decade.
"Ms. Lydia, help!" I shouted.
The Slytherins paled. There was some awkward laughter.
Their leader tried to jinx Lydia. She batted it away with a wordless spell.
Her face twisted into a malefic smirk. "Oh, you shouldn't 'ave done that!" She said.
She raised her wand and the ceiling turned to dark swirling clouds and flashing lightning. The floor shook. A strong wind swirled around us. The candles spluttered out.
There was a second of complete darkness, then a blue fire formed a circle around her casting her face in an eerie glow.
She opened her mouth and the most horrifying scream pierced the air. I covered my ears. Horrible ghost-like hands rose from the ground, their icy fingers reaching for us. There was a warm prickle on the back of my neck like someone breathing on me.
Slowly, I turned. Foot-long fangs oozed drool. Hungry red eyes flashed with anger. It roared with cruel delight like a wild beast that had finally cornered its prey.
Terror clutched my heart. I screamed. I shut my eyes tight and covered my ears. I could feel the pounding of the Slytherin's footsteps as they ran away. I followed their example..
"Wait," Lydia called.
I didn't. I kept running until I got to our common room. I shut the vinegar cask door and leaned against it panting.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Our prefect boy asked.
I was so embarrassed. I ran up the stairs to my bedroom and hid under the covers.
The other first years tried to get me to talk. I just pulled the covers tighter.
Once I had calmed down some, I realized how hungry I was. I had been making my way to dinner when those bullies showed up.
There was a knock on the door.
"Hey, Lydia told me what happened," the prefect boy said from behind the door, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"No," I answered.
There was a pause.
"I noticed you weren't at dinner, so I brought you some food."
I lept from my bed and ran to open the door along with the other first years.
He held a plate piled high with sweets, more than I could possibly eat.
"Lydia says she's sorry." He said.
We happily dug in.
I stuffed a cinnamon roll in my mouth. "Ohf, that's okaf." I said before remembering my manors. I swallowed and added, "Could you tell her I'm sorry for making her feel bad?"
He nodded, "Sure thing."
He left us to our feast.
Author Note:
Writing prompts: "A first year Hufflepuffian gets made fun of for being sorted into the 'rubbish house'."
"Late night snacks." (Not sure if this counts as late night, so I might have to use that one again!)