The Girl of Four Houses

*Disclaimer- I know you're probably tired of these, but I have to. I don't own any of these ideas, people, or places. they are from the Harry potter series and j.K.Rowling wrote that. Well, except Charlotte, her parents, and their home. But still. No copyright intended.*

“Charlotte Rhea Robinson! Come back here and hug your mother!”

Her father’s voice rang with authority. She was just sounded annoyed.

“Why?”

“Because your mother and I won’t see you until the holiday!”

Charlotte smirked. Not even then, if she had a say in the issue.

“Well wouldn’t you prefer the willing hug I gave you last night to an unhappy one right now?”

Charlotte’s mother looked at her father worriedly.

“Joshua, are you sure she won’t be put into Slytherin?”

Charlotte smiled at the thought of being put somewhere besides Ravenclaw, her father’s house, or Hufflepuff, Her mother’s.

“If she isn’t put in one of our old houses, she’ll probably end up in Griffindor. Charlotte isn’t evil.”

She shot her father the most viscous glare she could muster to keep them on their toes, then grabbed her trunk and started walking to the scarlet train the awaited her. But just before she stepped onto the train in front of her, she turned around and waved at her parents, wondering when they were going to realize that she still hadn’t hugged her mother. She saw her father wink and knew that he knew.

Darn Ravenclaw.

But her mother was still clueless.

Please not Hufflepuff.

She carried her trunk with inside, looking for an empty compartment. She passed dozens of rooms until she came to the last one. She slid open the door and heaved her trunk onto the luggage rack. She sat down expectantly, knowing that other first years who had no friends yet would wind up in the last compartment and ask if they could sit there.

And Charlotte would say yes.

Ever since she got her Hogwarts letter she had dreamed of making friends of her own. Growing up, she had lived in a neighborhood that housed college students for the local school and old people looking for a nice area to live in. And then there was her family. The only child for blocks, the old folks sneered down at her- blaming her for stupid things like bad weather. The college students didn’t seem to notice her, but she always dreamed of living with other children her age, and having wild, raucous parties and friends and playing pranks.

And now the time had come.

Well, maybe not the wild parties, but definitely the friends part. The pranks would stay too.

Growing up with magic had prepared her for becoming a witch her whole life. Though her parents wouldn’t buy her a wand until she got accepted to Hogwarts, they knew that she was very magical and most definitely not a squib. Unfortunately, that difference came directly between her and the other children at school. But at least they never bullied her. Having magical abilities when she was scared or angry nipped that situation in the bud.

But the point was that she had no friends and she wanted as many as possible.

Just then someone opened the door and cleared their throat...