𝘙𝘐𝘝𝘈𝘓𝘚 | 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘰 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦

~chapter 2~

"Oh my merlin. It is- wow. Just wow." I stammer looking at the massive castle in front of me. Sitting in this little boat, daring to tip any moment. It really showed me that i hate the water, like a lot.

"It's more than I have ever dreamed of. This is so majestic." Pansy says looking up to the castle.

"Ok first years follow me please." Some lady said. Which i'm assuming is a professor. We were all crammed into this small room and it smelled terrible. These kids really need to learn what a shower is.

  "Im Malfoy, Draco Malfoy" I hear and after that a small laugh from a little red-headed boy.

"Think my names funny, do you? Well no need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley." Draco says defending himself. "You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort, I can help you there." He says sticking his hand out to Harry Potter. Wait what-?! The Harry Potter. That is crazy. I didn't know he was in my year.

  "I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself. Thanks" Harry says denying Draco's handshake. I knew then that Draco would swear vengeance on that Potter boy till the day we all die.

  "Alright listen up first years!" The same lady yells as she walks back into the small room.                     "Make a single file line and follow me into the Great Hall for your sorting." She orders walking out door she just came in. Hundreds of kids following her. We all lined up in front of a very long table with dozens of old people sitting at it. And one ghost. And a very peculiar old man in the middle.

flashback
"Aloura go upstairs! We'll hold him off. Please...!"
"I can't leave you!"
"Now! Aloura we love you so much."
end of flashback

  "Aloura? Aloura!" Pansy whisper yelled, waving her hand in front of my face. I gasped loudly as I remember that memory from the day my parents died. "Aloura are you alright?" Pansy asked looking at me concerned.

"I um I'm fine" I said looking down.
"Yeah Okay" she said definitely not concerned.

The lady who turns out to be Professor McGonagall starting calling names and each time the kid would go up and sit on this old stool and put a dusty hat on their head that would yell out their house. "Aloura Davidson!" she yelled. I stepped up and sat on the stool. I noticed it was quite rickety right before the hat was placed over my eyes.

  "Hmmmmm. A Davidson? Yessss well I say....