Fred Weasley II
Albus Severus Potter had just been sorted into Slytherin. Al, my cousin. This wasn't going right; I mean of course we'd all teased him and said that he'd be in Slytherin but we knew it would never happen. It could never happen. But then it just had, I had thought he might be in Gryffindor but it seemed that now I'd be in Gryffindor on me own. Rose was inevitably going to be in Ravenclaw. And I was to be in Gryffindor. Like my dad and mum. And Uncle Fred.
Dad, no matter how hard he tried always burst into tears when he was talking about Uncle Fred. He was more than a twin brother to him, they were best friends and then in the Battle of Hogwarts he had died. It was years ago but I could tell dad still missed him and I did too. I'd never actually met him but he seemed like a second father to me. Roxy never seemed to understand why I felt so sad about Uncle Fred's death, he was a lot of peoples Uncle and I had only heard of him and seen pictures but he was my namesake, he was the co-creator of Weasley Wizard's Wheezes which was the best shop in the world! I had managed to stock up on everything I could ever possible need for this term, from a fair selection of Skiving Snack boxes to a box of my dad's specially designed fireworks. Dad gave me all the latest things; he said it was to compensate for the noise when he tried to create the product. We lived out in the country, away from Muggles though so we were able to make all the noise we liked and do magic. Except myself and Roxy were too young, but we always seemed to be performing 'accidental magic'.
"Weasley, Fred." Professor Longbottom called out, slightly smiling as if recalling a fond memory. Probably about Uncle Fred, he'd been in Uncle Harry, Uncle Ron and Aunt Hermione's year so he probably did know Uncle Fred.
I walked to the front and sat down on the stool, Professor Longbottom putting the sorting hat on my head. "Well, well. Looks like McGonagall's got her work cut out here." It said into my ear.
"'Course she does, I'm Fred Weasley the second. Trouble. But why did you sort my cousin into Slytherin?" I thought.
"Ah, Albus Potter, he was an interesting character. You seem to have the same opinions as him though, or at least before he was sorted. Prejudice doesn't bode well, Mr Weasley. But we're talking about you, I know just where you belong." It said.
"GRYFFINDOR!" it shouted and I walked up of the seat and sat down on the Gryffindor table with James, Domi and Louis. They were all cheering for me. I looked over at Al however, who wasn't even looking at me, but talking to a blond haired, grey eyed boy, the Malfoy kid. He was already a Slytherin traitor. I thought that we could still have been friends but now I knew he'd changed and we could never be friends again…