Chapter Two- First Year: Sorting Hat

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The great hall is huge. Better than I could ever imagine. I look out to the people who already go here. Out by the Griffindor table I see Fred, George, and Percy, my brothers. I feel Rons hand around mine tightly like when we were going through the wall. I look at him, "it'll be okay." I say with a nod. I already know all the thoughts racing through his mind because I have the same thoughts right now. So does every new kid in this room. What if I don't get into the house my family is in? What happens if I don't get put in a house? Is that possible? What if the sorting hat says my secrets? Stuff like that.
One of the teachers calls up kids in alphabetical order. "Ember Weasley." The lady says.
My heart begins to race. I feel my face heat up as I stand in front of the many people at all the tables. The woman places the hat on my head once I've sat in the wooden chair.
"Hmm yess. Brave, courageous, but cunning. Too cunning for a weasley." the hat says. "How is this possible. Dark mind. Weasley? Are you sure?..." the hat goes on. "May as well make you a griffindor. Be...careful.. GRIFFINDOR!"
I sigh in relief. The whole Griffindor table cheers as I walk towards it. I sit beside Fred and George. "Nice one sis!" They cheer me on. Ron sits beside me once he is called to Griffindor. Along with Harry and Hermione. Yippy what a suprise.
I feel a tap on my shoulder once I am done eating. I turn to see a girl in a slytherin robe. Same age as me. New as well. "Hey wanna come with me for a sec?" She asks.
I look at percy who is a prefect of Griffindor. He nods, "but only for a minute. We have to get to the dorms by nine o'clock." He says.
I stand up and hurry after the girl. She brings me to the doors and standing there is Draco. "Ugh. What do you want?" I say starting to walk away.
He grabs my arm and brings me close to him. "I want to talk to you." He says fiercely.
I look into his eyes and stop squirming. I stay calm. I feel safe being close to him. I feel safe being close to a slytherin. Not just any slytherin. One who is bound to be a death eater. This is when I know...I was put into the wrong house. I belong with him. I am dark.

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