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Underneath the candles

Underneath the candles, that's where it all started. When entering everyone turned their heads. There underneath the archway of the doors of the great hall stood a group of people that no one ever thought they would ever see again after what happened last year. Who are they? I'll tell you ...

First of all we have the golden trio, consisting of one boy who just wouldn't die, a weasel who could eat his own weight in pudding and the know-it-all beaver who got tortured by my crazy aunt on the floor of my dining room.

I almost forgot, I'm Draco Malfoy, Slytherin sexgod and of course, although I do regret it, a former deatheater. I'm sitting whit my friend at the Slytherin table. Let me introduce them. To my left you've got Blaise. He, together with Theo who's on my right, is my best friend. Across the table you have Pansy, Daphne and Astoria. They're like our little sisters. We protect each other because, let's be honest, we don't have anyone here at school. We either are former deatheaters, children of former deatheaters of just Slytherins and at this time and place that's enough to be judged. But enough about our pity party.

Apart of the golden trio there is also weaslette, loony and Neville.

They all just stand there like they own the place and I hate theme for it. After about five minutes of not doing anything they start walking up there table and sit in the middle of it like they didn't just gaze at nothing.

After a while of awkward silence professor McGonagall clears her throat and start the annual speech.

"Welcome! Welcome to all new wizards and witches and also to the students of last year. Normally the year starts with the traditional speech but with what happened last year I think its time for a new one. Let's start with a minute of silence for all the ones we lost."

It was weird. I've never seen the great hall so silent. There just always was noise. Within this moment of silence I wasn't thinking about the dead, I couldn't. I was a cause of most of them and it just wasn't right.

"Now before we start with the sorting ceremony I want to grant headmaster Dumbledore his last wish. House unity was his utmost dream and I want to make it reality. That's why I all sent you a letter with your writername. This is the alias under which you can write to your penmate who is of another house. Who this is you can only find out when your penmate wishes to be revealed. Use this to open up, show a new side of you or just to make a new friend but don't ever, under any circumstances, use this to harm each other. If you want to test how far you can go, let me give you a little hint. Those who mean harm will find themselves in the hospital wing with their fingers bandaged. Now, let's start the sorting so we can all eat. Alari..."

When the sorting started I zoned out. What was that grey bearded wizard thinking? Write a letter and everything is forgiven. As if someone wants to know my story. Even if they do listen they'll run away screaming the moment I show my face but I suppose I'll try for the sake of it and maybe Miss Blue will give me the forgiveness I so desperately need.