A/N: Hello, sorry it's been a while! Thank you for all the reviews, ThiefOfMagic, I've already done Voldemort (I think he's about the fourth one) and Ryah Ignis, I'm in Slytherin Thanks again. Keep on writing in suggestions if you have any.

Ted Remus Lupin

So this was Hogwarts. The Great Hall was huge, with the night sky projected onto the ceiling and candles hovering in mid air. I was just a mere dot in comparison to the Great Hall and compared to the whole castle I was just a speck. It made me feel do small, and helpless. Life was lonely, or at least for me. I lived with my Grandma and however much I loved her, I wanted a brother, a sister or my parents. I had Harry and Ginny and James, Al and Lily but I only saw them occasionally. There were the rest of the Weasley's, but I wasn't related. No matter how much they treated me like one of their own I could never believe it. Except with Victoire. She was like a sister to me. I missed her every moment of the day when I couldn't be with her. She was someone to comfort me, someone to stop me feeling so lonely and she was very pretty! The only problem was I only saw her when all the Weasley's met up, because her mother, Fleur wanted to live right out in the country to remind her of where she lived in France and my Grandma wouldn't let me visit.

So there was always a part missing from me and nothing could fill that. I wanted my mum and dad back. I couldn't remember them; I was too young when they died, in the Battle of Hogwarts! Harry and my Grandma had all told me stories about them but I wanted to know them personally. I had pictures, but it wasn't like really meeting them. Everyone said I was like them. When I looked natural, apparently I was just like my dad and I could change my hair colour at will like my mum. Harry said I was just like my mum, caring and like my dad, brave. I didn't think I had either of those qualities. I knew one thing I definitely picked up from my mum though, I was extremely clumsy. I couldn't stand up right for over five minutes.

"SLYTHERIN!" the hat called out for a small boy, Robert Log. It was going to be me soon. I had spent a lot of time contemplating on what house I would be in. Whether Gryffindor like my dad, Hufflepuff like my mum or Slytherin like my Grandma. Victoire had told me it didn't matter and whatever house I was put in, she would be happy for me. I didn't believe it. I knew she'd be put straight into Ravenclaw with a brain like that! I didn't fit in anywhere however.

The hall had an eerie kind of silence as the clapping had died down and I heard Professor Flitwick call out the next name. "Lupin, Ted."

I walked up quickly, my blue hair turning as scarlet as my face was all eyes on me and the only sound, my footsteps. I sat down and Flitwick put the hat on my head. "Ah, Mr Lupin." It whispered into my ear.

"Go on, just send me home. I knew that I didn't belong here, I'm useless." I thought.

"Just like your father, very modest. No, I know exactly where to put you." It said.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" it proclaimed. Everyone on the Hufflepuff table started applauding me as I went to sit down. I sat next to another first year who smiled happily at me.

"Hello, I'm Chris." He said over the cheering.

"I'm Teddy, nice to meet you." I replied. He seemed nice; I could get along well with him. Maybe I could fit in here…