Hufflepuff
SUMMER 2001 (Or was it 2002?)—Life was going horribly wrong for Swan.
Filch had finally freed her, and then he abandoned her on a rarely travelled road. The sun had been beating down on her for several hours, and she was fairly certain that her forehead was sunburned beyond hope. Her feet hurt, so she was relieved to see a car driving toward her—even if it was moving at a breakneck pace.
The vehicle skidded to a stop as it neared Swan. The passenger side door flew open and Bellatrix exploded from the car. Within a few seconds, Swan had been taken captive again—bound in magical ropes and levitated into the tiny backseat, which she had to share with Pansy Parkinson and a tied-up Hagrid. The half-giant's hulking frame consumed most of the compressed space, though he tried to scooch over, nearly squashing Pansy in the process.
As soon as Bellatrix was back in the vehicle, the driver gunned it. Surprisingly, Hagrid seemed to be enjoying himself. He sang along loudly with whatever song played on the radio; Swan didn't know if she should plug her ears or join in, especially when Bellatrix started screeching—um, singing—too.
As they approached more well-travelled streets, the driver's unsafe road habits became more evident, even to Swan, who was no sterling example of proper driving etiquette herself. It was unsurprising when she heard sirens, and even more unsurprising when the driver opted to speed up and drive more erratically instead of simply pulling over.
Then Hagrid abruptly stopped singing and got a strange look on his now-greenish face. His eyes widened in horrified realization and his cheeks bulged. And then he threw up, narrowly missing Swan, which was impressive considering the small space. The smell was also impressive, but in the worst way. What had he been eating, dragon turds after the creatures had spicy food night? There was no question: They had to stop and clean out the car or die a terrible death from inhaling noxious fumes. Even rolling down the windows wouldn't help. As fast as they were going, the wind would just spray the puke everywhere.
So they pulled over. The driver, a Mr. Tom Riddle, got a ticket. Bellatrix and Pansy vanished the vomit. And then Riddle and Bellatrix switched places.
Bellatrix was a different kind of driver. Despite her wild personality, she mostly obeyed the posted speed limit and she didn't weave in traffic. However, she was terrible with directions. Within minutes of her getting behind the wheel, they were driving through an abandoned ghost town. And it was there that they set up camp for the night.
Riddle and Bellatrix fell asleep quickly, leaving Pansy in charge of the prisoners. She was a gullible one, Pansy Parkinson, and before long, Swan had gotten the girl to untie both herself and Hagrid. Then Hagrid backhanded Pansy, just to knock her out, but he didn't know his own strength and accidentally busted her skull. Swan and Hagrid shared a look over the girl's crumpled body.
"D'ya reckon she's alive?" Hagrid asked.
Swan looked at the puddle of blood. "Nope."
"Best hide the body then," Hagrid said.