The girl that couldn't be sorted (Year 1)

Nightmares

I went to bed and I fell asleep pretty quickly, but in the middle of the night the nightmares came back.

She was lovely, even though others didn't like her. She thought I wanted to become friends with her. She thought she was here to make her first real friend. She was 13 years old, only two years older than me, and never got the chance to make a real friend.

I thought it would be just the same as all the others, but it wasn't. I acted nice this time, only to ruin it all afterwards. I gained her trust after a few times sitting at the lake, talking with each other. I could kind of find myself in her and I would've loved to be friends with her.

Then one day I asked her if she wanted to see the Gryffindor common room. She, of course, said yes.

I didn't bring us there, instead we went to the seventh floor, through a door next to a familiar painting of a knight.

She was so excited and talked to me about possibly making more friends over there. I walked her inside, when I felt myself tensing up. I started to breath really fast and felt something beneath my back. That had never happened before.

The girl started to fade and my eyes shot open. I looked at my surroundings and sat up straight. I had woken up and felt that I was sweating.
I got off my bed and ran to the one next to me. I grabbed the curtains still heavily breathing, looking for comfort, but when I opened the curtains it was empty.

That's when it hit me. Hermione wasn't here right now. She wasn't here to distract me like she usually would. I sat down on Hermione's bed and thought about the nightmare.

You could call it flashbacks.

This was the Slytherin muggleborn girl from third year. I let out a deep sigh and realised I was lucky this time, I didn't have to watch till the end.

Too tired to do anything I laid down on the bed and fell asleep again.

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