Rose
As soon as the word 'Slytherin' had left the Sorting Hat's folds, I knew we were in for one.
There have been only four other reported sightings of a Rage Hugo.
Once, when he was three and I stole his toy broomstick.
Once, when Stewart Greengrass had called Hugo's friend, Amy, a 'mud blood'. (It was so sweet!)
I wasn't present for the third, but it ended with a block of London flats turning into mashed potatoes.
And the last time was two months ago, when James had transfigured Hugo's room into a muggle room, and all of his stuff into muggle stuff, and tried to convince him that he was a muggle and that magic was his imagination.
So, you could say I knew what to expect from this.
But you are wrong.
Hugo's face went from pale to beetroot red faster than traffic lights, and his face screwed up.
"I. AM. NOT. A. SLYTHERIN!" he yelled, loud enough to silence the whole hall. He then proceeded to grab the Sorting Hat and throw it out of the open window.
He ran along the middle of the hall and back towards the large doors at the end. Shoving them open with great force, he stormed out of the hall.
For a minute all was silent, stunned faces staring either at the doors, or the Sorting Hat, and quite a few people looked at me.
I mean, I'm not responsible for Hugo's rages! I told him to stop obsessing over Gryffindor.
Professor Guild looked shaken, but did her best to hide it as she continued.
"Well, on with the feast!"
I decided I simply couldn't leave Hugo alone, even though I was starving. So I leaned over to Albus and told him I was going to find Hugo, then left.
I opened the doors to the front hall and then realised I had no idea where the frak I was going to look for him. I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see Scorpius.
"We'd better begin." he said grimly.
After about two hours of scouring Hogwarts, we found nothing. The school's a big place, with tons of secrets and I'm pretty sure in two YEARS we couldn't have found everything.
Eventually, Scorpius and I slumped down next to a wall, exhausted. We'd been climbing up and down seven floors, with only a few chocolate frogs to keep us from collapsing.
Suddenly the cold stone beneath my back turned warmer and changes texture. I looked, and where there had been a blank wall, was a door.
"Scorpius?" I looked in awe at the door, even though I'd had like fifteen years to get used to magic.
"Yeah, what is- WOAH."
Apparently, it wasn't just me who was amazed at this.
"Well then, let's go in!" Scorpius rubbed his hands together, but I hesitated.
"What is it? Shouldn't we ask someone? Or at least tell them where we're going!"
Scorpius looked at me with a oh my god you're such a stick-in-the-mud face, then he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the room.
What I saw, I had to admit, was probably the coolest thing I had ever seen. (And I'm related to George Weasley)
There was a giant feast laid out on a table with two seats, and a fire blazing on our right.
At the far end of the room there were two bunk beds.
I looked at Scorpius, and he looked at me. Suddenly he grinned.
"I think we've found Hugo." He said, and ran back out the room.
I followed and shivered as we left the warm room for the drafty seventh-floor corridor.
"What are you on about?"
"This is the Room of Requirement!" Scorpius said, and I stared blankly. He seemed disappointed that I didn't understand what he was talking about.
"You know… where they trained Dumbledore's Army back in the day? You're parents were in it!"
I just blinked.
"Ugh, the room gives you whatever you need. We needed food and sleep, so we got that. When your parents and Harry Potter needed a place to train the DA, they got a badass training place with dummies and boggarts and -OOH they had this really cool- wait, no sorry I'm rambling. My point is, I figure if we ask for a Gryffindor room, we'll find your brother."
Oh my god, he's adorable when he rambles!
"Worth a shot." I said, and he once more took my hand. With my free one, I pushed a book called Come and Go: the Required Room further into my schoolbag.