Those Damn Weasleys

Prolouge

Father was wrong. Finding a compartment on the Hogwarts Express is not easy.

He told me just to head to the Slytherin compartment, and announce my blood status and my family, but I hate that. I hate my parents and their beliefs. So instead of taking their advice, I'm aimlessly roaming around the halls on the Hogwarts Express, searching for somewhere to sit.

A door slides open behind me and a boy with red hair sticks his head out.

"Oi! Thought you looked a little lost. Need somewhere to sit?" He asks me.

I relax. "Are you sure?" I ask cautiously.

"Course! There's plenty of room." He promises, grinning a lopsided grin that makes me smile slightly.

"Thank you so much!" I say, stepping past him into the compartment.

Inside are two other boys, one exactly identical to the first.

"Hi, I'm Lee Jordan." The other boy tells me, smiling.

"I'm Fred and this is my brother George Weasley." The one that let me in says before sitting next to the one called George.

I freeze for a moment, hesitating. Weasleys? God, if Father finds out he'll be furious...

He won't. It's not like I'm going to become friends with them. They'll probably hate me as soon as they find out who my dad is.

I put my trunk in the luggage rack and sat next to Lee.

"You're a first year too right?" Lee asks.

I laugh shakily. "That obvious?" I ask. "Are you as nervous as I am?"

Fred shrugs. "Nah. George and I have three older brothers that have already been to Hogwarts, so they've told us everything we need to know. Bill's already left Hogwarts, Charlie's in his last year, and Percy's two years ahead of us." He tells me.

"Bill did tell us that you have to duel with the upper class men to get sorted though." George points out though, turning slightly green. "Just in case we've been practicing some extra spells."

Lee laughs. "No way! My dad told me we just had to stick an old hat on our head and sit on a stool while it read our minds before it hollers out what house we belong in."

They all look at me.

"What do you think... sorry, what's your name again?" George asks, wrinkling his eyebrows like he's trying really hard to remember.

"Oh! Right, sorry, I'm Cassiopeia Malfoy. Father told me we don't have to do anything. The Sorting Hat does all the work." I tell them.

Fred muttered something about killing Bill.

Lee laughs, and I feel my lips part into a relieved smile.

That is, until George speaks up.

"You said your last name was Malfoy? As in Lucius Malfoy's daughter?" George asks, his eyes darkening.

Fred and Lee both look at me, surprise and maybe even disgust in their faces.

My smile immediately fades and I look down at my lap, letting my hair fall around my face to hide my blush. "Yeah." I admit quietly. I stand up. "Sorry, I'll find somewhere else to sit. Thanks for sharing your compartment with me for a while." I say, turning to leave.

None of them stop me, just stare at me with a slight look of suspicion in their eyes as I grab my things from the luggage rack and quickly leave, shutting the door behind me.

"Well why'd you let her leave? She didn't seem so bad." I hear Lee's voice through the closed door.

"C'mon, Lee. She's a Malfoy. She can't possibly be nice. She was probably just faking." George grumbles.