born in the wrong reality

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This sound played in the background like a background soundtrack as the next sorting happened. Yes, I know. Very dramatic. What can I say? I'm the Main Character.

Dumbledore walked up to the podium. Holding both sides of the owl lecturn, he centered himself, and looked up loud rumbling tables of students.

He hesitated to speak at first but then..

"AHEM, SILENCE" he boomed in his loud voice.

The crowd slowly simmered down in the matter of seconds. Everyone now looking up at him, their eyes shifting from Lupin, to Dumbledore, to Hagrid, and then to me.

My heart felt like it was going to fall out of my a$$. I was so nervous; what was he going to say? Was he going to say my full name? Will my subconscious mess up and sort me into the wrong house?

"Good Morning Students. We have a very special scholar who will be joining us as a 3rd year."

Sh!t. Sh!t. Sh!t.

"As she gets sorted today, keep in mind to stay as kind and diligent as possible. I understand you all must recognize her parents, but fairness is key"

I looked around sort of peaking over Dumbledore's shoulder. Everyone looked confused. I looked at the golden trio.

Ron smiled at me as wide as he could. Hermione confused, Harry blank faced.

Dumbledore wrapped his hand around my wrist pulling me forward. I continued to stare at the three. I wanted to see their reaction. Dumbledore hadn't said my name yet, except addressing me as "she" or "her".

"Warmly Welcome Miss Reya Lestrange Riddle" He announced.

Not. The. Mfn. Riddle. Why? Porque..

Eye's widened. Loud gasps, light screams, my name being repeated in an interrogative tone as to confirm what they heard was right. Little first years saying how they heard stuff from their older siblings and parents about my parents, older students just in utter shock.

I blinked as hard as I could and tried to get a grasp of all my surroundings. I noticed how I was standing and behaving.

Slighting standing towards my right, sort of posing with my hip out, and smiling....

Why was I smiling, why was I feeling joy. I felt sort of on a rush. I wasn't even smiling, it was more of a "ha in ur face".

I straightened myself up and I started looking at familiar faces:

Ron, giving that twisted eyebrows look while gulping something along the lines of "bloody hell".

Hermione, looking mad for some reason. Like she was mad at me. Not surprised, not shocked, just mad.

Harry, mouth open. Him staring at me like he's seen a ghost. He looked at me with absolute fear.

Draco, completely blank faced, he looked at me, then back down at the floor and then back up at me.

Fred, George, Neville, Ginny, Cedric, etc. All talking and gasping in disbelief.

I looked at Luna. Her staring right back at me with the softest gaze. She was grinning at me whilst nodding. She looked like she was almost trying to make me feel better. I felt so comforted by her, I almost forgot about the commotion around me.