Disclaimer: Every thing in this fan is credited to J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series. (I have changed a few things around however but the rest is credited to Rowling's ingenious writing.)
The Hogwart's train arrived several hours after dark and had been uneventful. Harry, Hermione, and Ron had been in their compartment, discussing the latest news on Voldemort but the door had been firmly shut so as to prevent intruders. Virginia had spent the entire ride with her friend, Isabel and was just beginning to go into a very funny story about Ron, when the train jerked to a halt. The two hurriedly squeezed through the packed isle, and stepped out into the cool night air. Breathing deeply, Virginia was glad to be back at school, except one thing always held her back but she had never mentioned it to anyone, not even her family.
The two girls climbed into a carriage and set off for the glowing castle. As the carriage dropped the girls off at the main entrance of the castle, Virginia recalled the first time she had entered the great building:
"Now first years follow me!" boomed a great voice from high above. Young Virginia Weasley joined the crowd of first years at the great oaken doors of the Castle. Excitement filled her as she entered the castle to see her first glimpse of interior of the castle. At the steps the first years were introduced to Professor McGonagall. Her stern appearance and sharp glances made the first years hastily assemble neatly and as orderly as possible.
The rest of the ceremony had been a blur except for when her name had been called:
Ms. Weasley? Standing erect and proud the last of the Weasleys made her way to the stool provided where the Sorting Hat lay. She could feel the rest of the schools eyes on her as the Professor placed the hat onto her head. From within, Virginia was shaking but outwardly she held herself erect. The hat was silent for a long time. To Virginia it seemed like forever, occasionally he mumbled to himself but nothing was coherent. The only phrase Virginia caught was, "…something about you is hidden and quiet. A latent characteristic that I cannot quite place… Slytherin will do well for you but Gryffindor is a choice as well, though I see only the characteristics of a proud Slytherin, something is very unusual about you. ...has the bravery of a good Gryffindor too. Unable to decide, the hat gave her a choice, Slytherin or Gryffindor. Virginia chose Gryffindor for the sake of her family.
This was the only thing Virginia feared. What if the hat spoke to Dumbledore about her unusual "qualities?" Would she be cast away from her family? Not that she would mind. She cared for her family but in no way loved them. This problem of love had also been puzzling. Why couldn't she love her family? It seemed as if a barrier was holding back all her emotions and containing them into a small corner of her heart. She could laugh when something was funny, but she couldn't become crazy, or hyper like her family, who through their heart and souls into very middle of what was going on. Her characteristics were always the opposite of her family's. They took such pride in their accomplishments but were humble, unlike Virginia, who always kept herself erect. She loved beautiful things but never really liked to endeavor to try and create anything like it. She loved buying pretty things and dressing in rich fabrics that were the latest style.
"Virginia! Wake up sleepy head!" cried Isabel, as she waved her hand furiously in front of Virginia's face.
Shaking herself out of her revere, Virginia chose a place at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. From her seat Virginia could see that the sorting ceremony was reaching its peak. A small, slight girl sat upon the stool, with the enormous Sorting Hat covering her face. The hat was silent for a while, and then shouted, "Hufflepuff!"
Clapping half-heartedly with the rest of the students, Virginia turned to notice a sneering blond-haired face looking at her. Copping a "leave me alone or else!" face Virginia turned back to the proceedings ahead.
At the Slytherin table Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Prince, chuckled to himself. That little Weasley had certainly grown-up. One angry glare had told him that her temperament hadn't changed but her body had. Her hair and tamed down but was still a rich auburn color that hung about her in waves. Her robes hugged her curves and Draco could see that she had long shapely legs. Shifting slightly, Draco examined the youngest Weasley in more depth. For some odd reason he felt drawn to her and he couldn't figure out why. After pondering for a while he could only think, She's hot, sexy, and innocent, satisfied with his conclusions Draco turned to see that the sorting had finished and that he just had to listen to "loony" Dumbledore and then eat. Still, he could not keep the weasel's face out of his mind. Something in those deep amber eyes was hidden, some characteristic that just didn't match with the other Weasley's. Shaking his head, Draco gladly distracted himself with serving himself dinner, which had just appeared.
"Draco, how was your summer?" asked Blaise as he slid into a seat next to Draco.
"Same old, same old. You know, Dad's got that fixed idea of us being all respectable and important. Mom's telling me to act like the "perfect" gentlemen and so on and so on."
"Yeah, I hear ye. My mom's been bothering me as well. Hey did you know that my mother had a twin sister?"
"Really?"
"Mom just found out this summer and is really shocked by the news."
"A twin? How did that happen?"
" Well, according to St. Mungos birth certificates there was a Selina Zambini, only she died sometime back. Had the same birth date as my mom so she just supposed that they were sisters. Odd, huh."
" You sure she's from your family?"
" Perfectly sure, the doctor who was in the birthing chamber confirmed it. He said that she was last to be born and that she had auburn curls instead of the Zambini black. Dunno, how that happened."
Shaking his head at the thought of family tangles, Draco proceeded to fill his stomach with rich mashed potatoes and other feast items. Still, throughout the evening, Draco would steal a glance over at the Gryffindor table to catch a glimpse of Virginia.