When Samson had drifted off the sleep at last he fell into an odd dream. He was walking through the hallways of Hogwarts, only something was different. He looked down to find his Hufflepuff robe had been replaced with those of Slytherins. Around him he heard people's whispers "What a traitor. I can't believe she did that." He didn't want to be a Slytherin. He couldn't be.
Then he saw Callie, but her eyes had turned dark, her voice was distant and echoed "Yes Samson, join us in Slytherin. You'll have so much more fun here." But Samson didn't want to. He tried to run but found his legs wouldn't move. As Callie came closer green tendrils grew out from her back and grabbed Samson by the neck. He cried out for help but no one could hear him.
Samson woke with a start back in his room in the Hufflepuff Basement. He looked around and saw the familiar yellow curtains surrounding his bed were in fact, still yellow, and had not changed to green.
He looked at his watch, it was only twelve thirty, he didn't have to wake up for another six hours. His pajamas were soaked with sweat so he got out and changed them.
When he got back into bed he just stared at the ceiling hoping that if he fell asleep he wouldn't have the same dream as before. Before he knew it, the lanterns had turned on to wake everyone up. Feeling more tired then ever he got ready for his first day of class.
(A/N I don't hate Slytherin's guys. If you're a Slytherin I'm sorry. Just hang in the Slytherin bashing will end eventually.)
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The Art of Fitting In
FanfictionSamson is a new student at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But Samson is different than the other students, he is transgender. Samson must learn how to get his peers to accept him and his best friend Callie while also learning to accept...
