Riddle's Silly Little Girl

I

"Y/n, y/n, wake up, wake up," the boy named Neville started, "we're almost to Hogwarts!"

"Wha- Oh my Merlin! It's beautiful," I exclaimed.

The train comes to a stop, and I take in the view of the Hogwarts grounds once more.

"I know it's pretty but c'mon," a muffled voice spoke, "First-years come with me, first-years come with me."

I quickly ran out of the train and after the voice. I soon find out that the voice came from a rather large and hairy man, who called himself Hagrid. He sat us all into boats, me seating with the curly-haired girl and the rather plump boy. Their names are Hermione and Neville, the same ones who woke me up earlier.

As we traveled across the lake, I couldn't help but admire it. It was dark and mysterious, but also strangely intriguing. It was gorgeous, that much was obvious, and I couldn't wait to find out what secrets were hidden beneath the surface.

Entering Hogwarts, we are told to wait on a staircase that presumably goes to the Great Hall. I then saw a few boys talking, they seemed to be arguing.

"I think I'll find the right sort for myself, thanks," said the boy with glasses.

I immediately ran up and talked to the platinum-haired boy he was talking to.

"I'll be your friend," I half-shouted.

"No thanks y/l/n, I've heard all about you and your family, associating with muggles, and even being sorted into Hufflepuff. You'll likely have the same fate. Only your father had standards."

"My father's dead!" This time I shouted.

That's when I saw an old lady. She's got quite the pointy hat, and some weird green robes, but I think that's what witches wear, which I find quite strange.

"Hello first-year students, I am Professor McGonagall, I am the transformation teacher here at Hogwarts, but first I need to say a few words. You will shortly be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff," the infuriating boy slides a glance at me, "Ravenclaw, and Slytherin, now you may go in."

The Great Hall was gorgeous, absolutely stunning. I believed the sky was showing until Hermione stated that it was just bewitched. What a know-it-all. I already don't like her. I mean we could be friends someday... or maybe not.

Then they started calling our names.

Hermione, Gryffindor.

The platinum blond, Slytherin, no surprise.

Neville, Gryffindor.

Now I almost want to be in Gryffindor to be with Neville, but as long as I'm not in Slytherin it seems to be okay, I don't want to be surrounded by people like that one.

The red-head, Gryffindor.

"Y/n y/l/n," someone said my name, at this point I'm not sure who. I walked up and sat down, very nervous as I heard one boy say it was almost a test. Then I heard a weird ringing, and a voice spoke.

"Hmm, yes, yes, indeed. Loyal, most definitely. Courageous could be Gryffindor. And you've got some smarts in you too. But I can see right through you, you're ambitious and clever, yes very clever. You are determined to get what you want and what you think is right. Yes, it must be SLYTHERIN!"

What.

I stand up and then I realize I'm sitting at the Slytherin table. This can't be right, I can't be in Slytherin, I've got to be a Hufflepuff, no, no, no, no.

"Hey," I snapped out of it, "I'm Mattheo, Mattheo Riddle. I'm also in my first year in Slytherin, so I guess we should make friends out of each other."

I look over to the Hufflepuff table, to see Benjamin. My brother gives me a reassuring nod and a thumbs up. I know it's hard for him, he's always had trouble with Slytherins.

"Hi, I'm y/n," I see another boy, who looks similar to Mattheo staring at me, "who's this?"

"Oh, this is my twin brother, Tom Riddle."

He looked me up and down and gave me a bad look.

I know I'm not gonna love this Tom Riddle.