"Alright then it better be ."

I hold my breath waiting for that bloody hat to just get on with it and sort me, but when I hear the hat's next word I gasp. It couldn't be. He did not just say…

"Slytherin!"

This is impossible. I must be dreaming. This can't be true. There is no way that hat just said Slytherin. No way. My head just keeps on denying it.

But it has happened and I Rose Weasley have been sorted into Slytherin. Slytherin, the only house to ever raise a bad wizard, the house uncle Harry's enemy had, and the house notorious for slimy little gits like Malfoy, is now my home for the next 7 years.

I can hear my dad's voice saying "If you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you", and I feel sick. I know dad was kidding, but now those words are haunting me. They truly wanted me to be a Gryffindor, in fact they were sure i would be. And Al he hated Slytherin. James had been teasing him all Summer about how that is where he would end up. I have failed my family.

I want to cry but i can't. I won't let these people see my walls come down.

I look around and see I am not the only one surprised by my placement. The whole hall is silent. They are all wondering how the daughter of two thirds of the golden trio could be sorted into the house associated with evil. Even headmaster Mcgonnagal seems to be surprised judging by how her fork is hovering just below her mouth. I then realize the hall is worse than silent. It's frozen.

No one moves as I stalk towards my new house table. I can feel every eye at Hogwarts following me. I don't look back at my cousins, yet I still know that those boys' mouths are opened wide. My head is held high as I am determined to keep my dignity in tact. My eyes stare straight at my destination refusing to meet the eyes of anyone. My face is cold and emotionless I am now a Slytherin, and I might as well get used to my ice queen persona.

When I reach my target you can hear the high-pitched squeak of my chair as I pull it out. When I am finally firmly planted in my chair Hogwarts comes back to life. A soft murmur returns to the hall and the sorting continues.

My goodness I really ruined it for Elizabeth Zabini's sorting. Ravenclaw is still in too much awe to give her a standing ovation. Even Mcgonnagal's speech seems to hint a bit of shock. Luckily the house elves are still on their toes as they deliver a delicious meal just in time.

I quietly gather some food on my plate and begin to take in my surroundings. The table is long and dark. The faces, like mine, are emotionless as they gather food and I realize they are the only ones not staring at me.

I also notice that sitting straight across from me is Malfoy.

Isn't that just my bloody luck?

Thank You for reminding me of this story!