Nymphadora Tonks (Nymphadora Lupin)
The Great Hall was massive and I stood there timidly looking up at the sky, tucking my hair behind my ear. Today my hair was just mousy brown and natural, which was a real waste of my abilities. My mum didn't want me to have it pink today like it normally was! It was so unfair. But then my name, that was even worse. No one in their right name calls a child Nymphadora! It's stupid, so I prefer to go by my last name, Tonks. But mum and dad still call me Dora!
I was waiting nervously for McGonagall to call my name out. I didn't know where I was going to get put, Hufflepuff like my dad or Slytherin like my mum? I wanted to be a Hufflepuff; of course I didn't want to go in Slytherin with that loony Voldemort going round with all his death eaters, who all seemed to be in Slytherin. Like my Auntie! Mum didn't talk of my Auntie Bella or Auntie Cissy much and I've never met them but my mum thinks it's for the best. I've only met my Uncle Sirius. Well he's not technically my uncle, he's my second cousin but it's much easier just calling him Uncle Sirius. He got disowned from the Black family too, like my mum. Mum had run off with dad, but because my Grandparents were weird pure blood maniacs they didn't like my dad because he was muggle born. But I didn't like them either!
I was a Metamorphmagus, which meant I could change my appearance whenever I wanted! It was great and a really rare skill. It was normally passed down in families but for some reason I had it. I wasn't complaining though, it was great! You could disguise yourself, like whenever I got into trouble I could just blend in to the wall, a bit like a chameleon. "Tonks, Nymphadora." Professor McGonagall called out.
I breathed in deeply before going up to the front, not knowing which emotion was overpowering me, annoyance that McGonagall had called out my first name or nerves, in case I was sorted into Slytherin. I sat down on the chair and McGonagall put the hat on my head. "Ah, a Tonks. Very loyal and hardworking like your father, but a bit of your mother's temper." It said into my ear. My mum had a bad temper? That was news to me!
"Strange you seem suited for Gryffindor." The hat said.
"What?" I thought. "Me, Gryffindor? Not a chance!"
"Well then, there's only one place where I can put you." The hat said. "HUFFLEPUFF!" it shouted. The Hufflepuff table burst into applause. I decided as a laugh to change my hair to black and yellow. It worked; I got laughs and even more applause. I sat down on a table with my fellow Hufflepuffs who were all welcoming me and patting me on the back. Hufflepuff seemed great…