I'm going to Hogwarts. I'm going to Hogwarts. I'm going to Hogwarts. I'm going to Hogwarts. I was pacing my room, anxiously waiting for the next day when I would be finally going to Hogwarts for the first time in my life. Of course I had heard the usual tales (most from George) about how terrifying it is and how painful the sorting ceremony was. I, however, did not accept this to be true, so I went to find, no-nonsense Hermione. She told me that they place this hat - a 'sorting hat' atop your head and it yelled out which house you are in to the hall. This made me immensly relieved.I was very nervous, however about what house I would be in - it HAD to be Gryffindor!
I have sent quite a few letters to Britt and she had returned them. I named my owl, Ophelia and Britt named hers Nuntius. Ophelia and Nuntius had become excellent friends over the past month or so. Currently Ophelia was off delivering a letter - to Britt of course. My trunk was at the end of my bed, already packed with everything I would need. I wasted no time to pack them as soon as I got back from our shopping spree. I was tired, so I sat down an armchair next to my bookshelf...
Someone was calling my name. I looked outside my door- no one there. When I looked outside my window, however, there was someone there - Andrew. He was standing on the ground, right below my window, calling out to me. I looked back down to where he was standing.
"What do you want?" I called back.
"I want to tell you something!" he yelled, a boyish grin spreading across his face like butter on toast.
"What is it?" I smiled, butterflies flying in my stomach.
His face changed, from the previous excitement to an evil sneer, "You'll be in Slytherin! You'll be shunned by your family! Britt and I will never like you - AGAIN!" he roared, spittle flying from his mouth.
Then Britt apeared, leaning on his shoulder, grinning at Andrew and then looking up at me with a disgusted frown, "Slytherin!" she spat.
I woke up, beads of sweat dripping from my forehead. Me - slytherin! My friends were what was most important to me - as well as family of course. It was horrible in that moment for them to discard me like a piece of trash on the road. It was just a dream I reminded myself, It was just a dream, and I was soon lulled into a dreamless slumber as those words echoed through my head, It was just a dream. It was just a dream.. It was just a dream... It was just a dream.....
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Charlotte Weasley
FanfictionCharlotte was found by Mrs Weasley the night after the Battle of Hogwarts, laying in the castle completely forgotten. She doesn't know who her parents are, where she is from, or even how she relates to everything happening. All she does know is tha...