Molly Weasley II
James and Domi were now in Gryffindor. Honestly, they were both so outgoing, sometimes I didn't think that we were related. I would never get into Gryffindor in a million years, despite me being a Weasley. My mum was a muggle, an extremely clever one at that and them my dad was in Gryffindor but I reckoned he should have been in Ravenclaw. He was so boring. James and Domi were always going on about how I was so boring, but they obviously hadn't had a conversation with my dad about cauldron bottoms. My sister, Lucy was not as clever as me, although she was definitely clever, there might be a chance that she's would be in Gryffindor but only a very small one.
"Sorry, miss!" called out James. I groaned out loud. Why did he have to be so stupid, sometimes? Domi looked annoyed at him too but the rest of the hall started clapping. He was famous enough already, without being cheeky as he was Harry Potter's son however he didn't know about everything in the Battle of Hogwarts. I had read the History books but James hadn't been bothered. I was the only one who knew that Uncle Harry was the Boy Who Lived. Of course no one knew that I knew. They knew that Harry was a big war hero but not that it had always been his destiny. I was desperate to tell him I knew and that I was proud of him but I'd probably be dead meat. James was sure to find out soon though, in History of Magic and everyone would talk about it having grown up hearing about Harry Potter.
It seemed ironic how the only children who didn't know were us Weasleys and Potters. I didn't see how it was possible how they'd read no history books, but apparently they didn't want to after the stories that my Aunts and Uncles told about History of Magic they seemed put them off, but dad told me it was enlightening. The teacher was a ghost, which seemed really interesting, or at least to me, so I had decided to start reading ahead. I didn't always read. I did hang out with Domi and James, the majority of the time that I saw them, but they speculated far too much. I didn't see them much thanks to Domi living out in the country and due to the fact my dad and Uncle Harry didn't really get on; but I still saw them when we all went to Diagon Alley and places.
"Weasley, Molly." called Professor Flitwick.
I walked up slowly and heard James start to cheer loudly for me. It was so embarrassing. I sat down on the stool and Flitwick put the hat on my head.
"Ah, a Weasley. You take a lot of qualities from your dad. You wouldn't do too badly in Gryffindor." It said into my ear.
"Wow. Legilimency, and you can speak as well. The founders must have been impressive. That's some advanced magic." I thought. I hoped I could do that one day in the near future. That would be amazing to put a 'brain' into a hat; and not just any brain an incredibly clever one.
"Intuitive. Great mind, probably from your parents. Yes, I know just where to put you." It said, "RAVENCLAW!"
I blushed furiously as everyone cheered incredibly loudly as I walked over to the table. They all sat, politely, and introduced themselves. I heard Vic say to me, "Well done Molly!" but I was too busy shaking hands with people to reply. I knew I belonged here…