Recap
"Malfoy, oh, this name is smudged." Aunt Hermione touched it with her wand and I looked at her, wanting her to say the name.
"Oh, here it is, Malfoy, Derrick."
I gasped louder than I should of, because five people looked at me. I clasped my hand over my mouth and suddenly everything made sense. Him blowing me off, him being uncomfortable at my name. I watched him sit on the stool and lock eyes with me. "This can't be happening," I whispered.
"Well, a Malfoy, this is surprising." The hat cut into my thoughts. "Well, I cannot believe I am having this problem, but you are not as easily read as your father. You could follow his legacy in Slytherin, but you have a brain, and a fair amount of courage. Yes I believe I know where to put you..."
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"Where, where." I whispered to myself urgently. I already new it was Slytherin, I mean, he was a Malfoy, so it had to be Slytherin, but the hat was taking his good sweet time.
"I know where to put you, it is right here, in your wants. You should be put in...GRYFFINDOR!" I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. I looked at Al and he looked as angry as I felt. I gave him a 'what-were-they-thinking look and he nodded in agreement." Derrick took his seat and the Weasleys started a low boo.
"Enough, nieces and nephews," Aunt Hermione called out. The booing ceased. She kept going and I counted the two 'P' names ahead of me. "Potter, Lily." The whole hall silenced. I was expecting this, I told myself. This is how they reacted when she called out 'Potter, Albus' two years ago. I walked up with careful steps, counting them as I got up. I sat on the stool and the hat was placed on my head.
"Ah, a Potter, how good. I also see Weasley in there, terrific. That puts you in a good line, and I enjoy this choice. I see your inner most want, don't even bother telling me. But I think I should stick with that want, and put you in...Gryffindor," He yelled. I breathed a sigh of relief and walked down. I sat next to Derrick because I wanted to see him squirm, and it worked. I focused on my plate until the Weasleys came. Anna got into Ravenclaw, Bridget into Gryffindor. Carrie got into Gryffindor, and then it was Kiera's turn. She got up and I sat with my fingers crossed for my second favorite cousin.
"Well, I have to say this, because I see it...Hufflepuff." I let out a sigh, nothing was working. Carrie rolled her eyes and I smiled. Then the headmaster stood up.
"Welcome, I am your headmaster, Professor McGonagall. I would love to introduce you to a band new year at Hogwarts. This year I remind you the Forbidden Forest is still forbidden," (snickers), "and anyone who breaks these rules will be harshly punished. Also, watch out for the giant clams that the 'Care for Magical Creatures' let out last year. They will bite and they do not have pearls inside them." A few girls let out disappointed sighs. "Also, this year we will be offering advanced courses to whoever shows enough talent. So if you do well this year, you will be given these advanced courses next year. Sorry to you seventh years. Now, I would like to welcome you to the feast given by out wonderful elves." Food appeared and everyone started talking. I looked over at Derrick, ready to kill.
"I thought I asked everyone if they had famous parents, you didn't speak up."
"Well I didn't know what you considered famous; my father is famous if you consider every bloke in Azkaban to be famous." I glared at him.
"Don't you think I would have considered him famous, considering the history he had with my dad."
"Well, I wanted to make sure that you wouldn't treat me differently once you found out, but you did." Now I felt like a total moron. Of course, he must think I was stupid, trying to make me feel bad for him and let my guard down. I grabbed a roll and started eating, furious.
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I slowly followed Fred Jr. up the stairs as he showed us to the Gryffindor common room. Carrie nudged me in the ribs.
"God, my brother looks exactly like Dad, but acts like an arrogant git, which is not my father at all." I snickered.
"He is a Percy twin." Carrie laughed out loud and her brother glared at her and pointed to his Prefect badge. Carrie raised her eyebrow at me and I took out my wand. I waved it in the air and "Prefect" turned to "Reject." All of the first years started laughing and all Fred did was point to his badge, which made it worse because all of the first years thought he had done it. He finally looked down and saw the "Reject," frowned uncomfortably, and with a wave of his hand, he fixed it. He turned and led us up to a portrait of a fat lady in a very pink dress. She turned and looked at us with frowning eyes.
"Password?"
"Dragon breath." She swung open her portrait and revealed a porthole. Fred led us into the Gryffindor common room and there were gasps as they saw the furniture. "There have been some updates lately, including a computer for you who have muggle based friends and prefer that you don't send them owls. It is secluded to a five minute time each person.
"I bet Aunt Hermione got that installed cause she was a muggle." Carrie whispered. I nodded a silent agreement. Suddenly, a ghost came through the wall and heaved a large book. I felt my wand in my hand because I hadn't put it away.
"Mobili-book!" I screamed and the book was forced over to a corner.
"Oo. Iki first-year ruined fun." The ghost danced around.
"Peeves," Fred said in a stern voice. "Don't make me get the Bloody Baron."
"Oo, Prefect mad at Peeves. I will get you later." And with that, he flew out the wall. I smiled. My parents had both told me about Peeves, and I took pride in the fact that I had stopped him on his first trick. Fred walked over and picked up the book in the corner.
"As I suspected. I suggest all you first years to go see if your books are still where you left them because Peeves has stolen a first year book." Some of the more melodramatic girls gasped and I just started giggling to myself. Hogwarts was even better than I suspected. I walked upstairs and found my luggage in a room with eight beds. I looked at all the books I had bought.
"Well, none of mine are missing." All the girls around me conquered and then the door opened. A girl our age walked... No, that isn't the right word, she floated into the room with grace. She walked over to her trunk and moved her hand so it flung open. She peered into it and shook her head. Her brown hair shone and moved along her head perfectly. I started twirling my dry red locks enviously. "Hi, I'm Lily." She looked at me, confused as to if I was talking to her. Really I was addressing everyone, but they were all staring at her, too.
"Oh," her voice rippled. "I am Natasha Longbottom." My eyes bugged out of my head.
"Get. Out." I said, rather loudly. "Like, your Neville Longbottom's i daughter? /i
"Yes. I am. She turned and started admiring her bed. I was shocked. I knew Neville, he hung out with my dad. They even talk about how Neville could have been the famous one. But the thing was, Neville was a i dork. /i I mean, I liked him, he was really nice, but for a girl that pretty to come from Neville, it was scary. She looked nothing like him. I shook my head out of my thought and turned to the girl next to me. She had a Chinese complexion and cat-like eyes.
"What is your name?"
"Edith." She replied, a bit flatly. I turned and rolled my eyes. I dug out my compact mirror and opened it up looking at my soft green eyes. I had a ton of freckles dotting my nose, curse of the Weasley's. My hair fell two inches past my shoulders. I had somehow grown another inch making me five seven. I looked over and noticed a few girls were staring at me. I sigh.
"Okay, you get twenty questions put together, so I suggest you make them good."
"What is it like living with your dad." A girl blurts out.
"Fine, I guess. But whenever we get him angry he threatens to turn us into toads because the Ministry wouldn't do anything about it." A couple girls snicker at the joke.
"Are you like your dad?"
"Sure, I am a bit more sarcastic then he is, but we both enjoy Quidditch and we both get into a LOT of trouble. My mum always says out of the four children, I am the most like my dad."
"I heard you are all named after his favorite people."
I rolled my eyes, "Actually, we are named after the people who were lost during my dad's life." Some people get a little bit quieter.
"But don't worry, I love my name. And really I carry on more Weasley traits in physical appearance. That is like what, three questions? Save the others for a rainy day." All the girls become quiet and start unpacking. I quickly unpack and then lay down on Carrie's bed. She is quiet, I can tell she is upset because of Kiera not getting in to Gryffindor. I lower my eyes. "I am really sorry."
"It isn't your fault." I could tell she was trying not to cry.
"On the bright side, people won't get you two confused anymore." We both kept strait faces but then started laughing. We both talked with the other girls till we all fell asleep on Carrie's bed.
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