Charlotte Weasley

Chapter 9 - It was just a dream.

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.....