The 7th Generation

Chapter 2

I was standing in the Great Hall, looking around. It was spectacular! The Sorting Hat (strange thing) sang its song and someone named Professor McGonagall started calling names. I looked around for a familiar face and found it. George kept glancing my way every now and then, and when he saw that I was looking, he waved. I waved back. Then McGonagall called my name. "Davis, Midnight". I asked her to call me Midnight, not Edith, and I'm glad she did.

I walked up to the stool and the Sorting Hat was placed on my head. I heard its voice in my ear. "Now, let me see. A muggle-born, hm. Oh, quite a bit of knowledge, from the textbooks. Now, what house do you want?" I thought in my mind I don't care, as long as it is the correct house for me. "I see", the Sorting Hat continued. "Let me see. You are smart, but not too wise. Not Ravenclaw. Are you brave? A tiny bit, but not enough. Not Gryffindor. You have loyalty, yes. But not much patience. Not Hufflepuff. That leaves us with one option. But is it right for you? You are cunning, yes. Oh, very strong ambitions. Yes, you belong here. Your house is SLYTHERIN!" The Sorting Hat screamed the last word for everyone to hear. I walked over to Slytherin, not sure about my emotions. I was happy to be placed in a house that works for me, but looking at the other houses, I felt down. Most people, especially Gryffindor, were glaring at me. I sat down, the seats next to me empty. I looked over at George, who was conversing with Fred and a black boy. He looked over me and gave me a sad smile. I really wanted to be in his house, so I could get closer to George. The Sorting kept going. George's younger brother was sorted into Gryffindor and so was a bushy-haired girl. Then, a boy named "Malfoy, Draco" was sorted into Slytherin. He had a smirk on his face as he walked towards the Slytherin table. He spotted me and rushed over to sit next to me. "Hi, I'm Draco Malfoy." His hand was held out. I knew it was rude to refuse a handshake. My eyes automatically went to George. He was watching me, his eyes shifting between me and Malfoy's hand. The expression on his face contained slight worry. What's the worst that could happen? I thought to myself. "Midnight Davis". I shook his hand. I chanced a glance at George. He looked upset. Had I done the wrong thing? Draco asked me something. "What's your blood kind?" I knew it was a simple question, but it made my heart race. I'm not sure why, but Draco's eager glance made me worried.

"Muggle-born." His facial expression changed into slight sadness. 'Oh, if you're a muggle-born, how did you get into Slytherin?" "I'm not sure. The Sorting Hat just eliminated all the houses that wouldn't work for me and I was left with Slytherin."

Everyone in the hall went silent. I looked up to see what was wrong when I saw a black-haired boy walk up. When he turned around, I saw HARRY POTTER! Oh, my god. Harry Potter was in my year! He was sorted into Gryffindor and that house erupted into cheers. I didn't care about it too much. The feast came and went and it was time to go to the Slytherin Common Room. I got up to follow the prefect. We were passing the Gryffindors when a hand slipped into mine and put a paper in it. I looked up and saw George, looking straight forward. I looked at the paper, which was folded tightly. The Slytherins were led into the dungeons where the prefect told us the password, "Salazar". I went up to the girl's dormitory, where I met my dorm mates, Pansy Parkinson, Astoria Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass, and Milicent Bustlerode. We got situated.

I opened the note from George. It said, "Meet me by the entrance to the dungeons at midnight tonight. I want to talk to you. George." Did I want to risk getting expelled from Hogwarts for this?

Yes, I did.

At Midnight, I slipped on my shoes, checked that all the girls were asleep, and silently went out of the common room. I walked to the entrance of the dungeons and looked around. No one was there. My watch, on my right wrist, read 12:05. I was worried.

What if George forgot? What if this was a plan to get me expelled?

I was just about to turn around and walk back when a hand covered my mouth from behind me. My eyes widened with fear as I started trying to get out of this person's hands. I heard a low whisper in my ear. "Midnight, calm down. It's me, Fred." I right away stopped moving but kept my guard up. Fred took me to a small tunnel and removed his hand from my mouth. George was leaning against a wall. When we came in, he looked up at me and smiled.

"So, you came. I wanted to talk to you." "I figured that much."

Fred and George sat down on the ground and George patted the spot next to him, asking me to sit down. I sat next to him when George asked. "You said you're a muggle-born, right" They knew the answer, so why were they asking me? "Um, yeah I am." What was coming next? Fred asked me, "So, how did you get into Slytherin?" Deja vu. Major deja vu. "Well, the Sorting Hat eliminated the houses that wouldn't work for me and it was left with Slytherin, so I was placed there." Fred and George exchanged a glance. "You know, muggle-borns in Slytherin is unheard of. It's normally all pure-bloods who strongly support blood discrimination." I was shocked. I didn't know this (and trust me, I know a lot). George started talking again. "Also, why did you shake hands with Malfoy?" His tone was accusing. "Well, he just introduced himself with a handshake, so I shook his hand."

This time, Fred talked. "What did he ask you about?" Strange questions. "My blood type. I told him I am muggle-born, and he looked slightly sad about that."

Again, the twins exchanged a look. Fred said, "Look, I don't think you know Malfoy too well, but don't trust him. His family hates muggle-borns and blood traitors." "So what? How does that affect me?"

Look exchange, again. George said, "Malfoy's parents are very loyal to you-Know-Who. You know who that is right?" I nodded. "Well, if they find out that a muggle-born is in Slytherin, then You-Know-Who might ask Malfoy to lure you into a trap, killing you." I was scared now. Draco seemed so nice. George probably sensed my fear, because he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

So Draco was being nice to me, to kill me? That's bad. Fred shook me out of my thoughts.

"So, who's in your dormitory with you?" I was feeling sleepy and the word "dormitory" didn't help my thoughts.

"Um, Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, and Millicent Bustilrode." If I didn't go back to the dormitory now, I was gonna fall asleep right now, right here. Fred and George were talking about those girls, giving me advice but I wasn't listening, I was too sleepy.

Before I could tell them that I was drowsy, I fell asleep on George's shoulder.