The Sorting Hat's Mistake (A Harry Potter FanFiction) ON HOLD

Chapter 2: Rowan Winslow

***ROWAN POV:***

Flashback...

It was the day before I got to go to Hogwarts. Tomorrow is the day I had been anxiously awaiting for what felt like years now. My parents-being the strict, controlling, and unfair people they are-were always warning me about talking to muggle-borns and bloodtraitors. They say that those kinds of people are a bad influence on me. Funnily enough, they were the bad influences. 

"Can Shelly fetch you anything, Mistress?" Shelly was my family's house elf. She's a very sweet thing, but I'm supposed to only giver her orders and requests. I was raised to be professional. 

"What time are the Malfoy's arriving, Shelly?" I asked, not meeting her eye. It's proper behavior towards house elves. 

"In thiry minutes, Mistress...your mother requests you eat breakfast and be ready for their arrival." I give Shelly a curt nod, meeting her eye momentarily. 

"Thank you, Shelly," I say, turning towards the mirror in my large room. "That will be all." I sigh as I hear a pop and I know Shelly is gone. I stare at myself in the mirror and attempt to brush out my fiery, red, curly hair. My Mother hates it because it's hard to keep under control and it 'attracts too much attention'. Along with my tall, slender figure, bright green eyes, and massive amount of freckles, it's hard to go unnoticed. I've always wished to go unnoticed, though. 

My parents-and basically our whole family-are all Slytherins. They were all previously Death Eaters and they all wish me to become one when the "Dark Lord returns". Ever since the famous Harry Potter defeated him when he was a baby, the Dark Lord has been gone for a while. But my parents said they he will one day return. They want me to be his most faithful follower when that day comes. Draco Malfoy is the only one who has to go through the same thing. I've been friends with Draco since we were both in diapers, and thanks to my parents, Draco happens to be my only friend. We're expected to carry on the legacy of the Malfoys and the Winslows. 

I glance at myself one last time in the mirror before putting on the outfit my Mother has chosen for me to wear today. I scowl at the fancy, Slytherin green robes in front of me. Slytherin reminds me of snakes...and I hate snakes. But, despite my loathing for the green color, I slipped on my dress robes anyways, knowing my parents would be very upset if I didn't wear them, and looked around my room. Pretty much everything is green, green drapes on the bed, green curtains, green wardrobe...my parents love green. And they don't want to change the decor of the house. They want it to stay green until the legacy of the Winslows can carry on no more. Rubbish. They just don't want to face my Grandparent's wrath if they happened to change it. My Grandmother and Grandfather are even more strict about blood status than my parents. Oh, the wonders of my family (note the sarcasm)! 

I finally exit my green room, wanting nothing more than to be back in my comfy, silk pajamas. 

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"Draco, why don't you and Rowan go to get your robes fitted while we go buy all of your school books?" Mrs. Malfoy suggests, smoothing down Draco's robes. 

"Yes, Mother," Draco says curtly, and we start walking in the other direction. Once our parents our out of ear shot, I ask:

"Aren't you excited, Draco?" Draco sends me a sideways glance. 

"I suppose. I mean, a whole school year away from our parents?" This makes us both smile. Draco's parents are just as strict as mine. We walk among the mass of people in Diagon Alley and I can see Draco surveying the people with a frown on his face. He's probably looking for muggle-borns so he can avoid them. We finally enter the robe shop and it seems fairly empty.