Molly Prewett (Molly Weasley)
I smiled over at Arthur Weasley who was sitting on the Gryffindor. He was an old family friend and he was really nice. My two brothers also sat there, they were identical twins; Fabien and Gideon. They always messed about and pranked people, it got a bit annoying if I was going to be frank. I looked around at the Great Hall and up to the ceiling where the sky was a red and orange sunset. I didn't realise it was that late and I was very hungry. My mum had just given me a sandwich. Being poor sucked.
I came from a quite small family; with only my two brothers and parents and myself, but I knew when I was older I was going to have a very big family. I wanted three boys and three girls. Or that was my dream, but I didn't know if that would ever happen because of this new Voldemort man. I'd probably end up in Azkaban; my family were all 'blood traitors'. It was madness; I mean I didn't see what was so wrong with Muggles and Muggle borns!
"Prewett, Molly." said Professor Dumbledore. I walked up to the front and sat in the stool. Dumbledore placed the hat on my head.
"Ah, a Prewett. You'd do well in Gryffindor like your family but also in Hufflepuff." The hat said into my ear.
"Hufflepuff?" I thought. I hadn't even considered that, I thought I'd just get into Gryffindor. Was I really caring and hard working enough?
"No?" the hat asked me.
"Well I don't mind, it's just I thought that I'd be in Gryffindor." I thought.
"Then Gryffindor it is then, if you're sure." It said.
"Go ahead." I thought.
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted. I got up and walked over to the applauding Gryffindor table, and sat next to Arthur Weasley. He smiled happily at me, with everyone else at the table patting me on the back and clapping.