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

Chapter 11: The Letter of Kellan's Life

~*Kellan*~

"What?" The look of shock on his beautiful face sends me reeling.

I nod, my teeth chattering.

What does he think of me now?

He lets out a breath of air, and rubs his hand over his face. He opens his mouth to speak, and closes it, thinking otherwise. "Are you sure?"

Smack.

"Ow!" I flinch, and turn around, rubbing my neck. It's Luke's owl, Dot, with a...letter?

"Thanks, Dot."

I turn back around, clutching the letter to my chest. With a shaky sigh, I take a peek at it the envelope, which in scrawly letters

Lukas Andreys

is written. What does he want? I haven't spoken to him since Draco's dance, and now of all times he wants to talk?

Perfect. I don't have to waste my time sending Lena.

"Are you going to open it, or what?" He says impatiently, tapping his foot. "I have a date with Ebony at seven."

I look up, pushing my auburn locks out of my face. There's no teasing smile, or any hint of amusement at all in his voice. All there is is cold, like he's frozen in to an ice sculpture.

He hates me.

He hates me.

"Yes. But not here, because obviously I'm not welcome." The coldness in my voice startles me, and I spin on my heel and walk away. Screw him. Screw all of this. If I can't tell anyone, then screw everyone.

"Wait! Kellan, please. I'm sorry," his voice cracks at the end, telling me how sincere he is to his words.

I turn around, just as he saunters toward me, like a dog who peed on the carpet and got caught.

Okay. Wrong analogy.

I sigh. Could I trust him? The answer, I think I've known all along.

"Okay. Here goes.

Kellan~

I'm sorry for not writing--or telling--you sooner. But, there's been a big mistake. You and I, well, we aren't apart of the Andreys family. It all happened when I was eleven--you were barely a little baby.

We were born into a pureblood Slytherin family, who were the heirs to the throne. They were racist, rich, and most of all...they hated mudbloods. They had a...feud you can call it, with the people who killed most of their family. The heirs to the Ravenclaw throne. So, as a...little...well I don't know what to call it, a prank may be best, our parents put a Confundus charm on us, and sent us to an orphanage. What loving parents. But, anyways, our family, the Andreys, adopted us, which was all part of the plan. Meanwhile, our parents kidnapped their daughter, the second eldest, and turned her in to a Slytherin. Racist. Rich. Spoiled. I don't know how she turned to be, but watch your back, Kellan. Not only did our parents put a charm on us, but they forced a potion into our systems. As did they to the Ravenclaw heir. You, and the other heir are destined to fight to the death, and to hate each other for as long as you both shall live. Why not me? As a child, I've seen too much. I was already, out of order, per say. You have to be ready, Kellan. This war, is nothing like Harry Potter's. This determines the fate of the houses, all around the world. In other countries, the houses don't have the same name, but the same meaning. The smart and the cunning shall fight a war that's been intended for centuries. You must prepare. Meet me, next week, Tuesday, at 9:00 sharp. We have a very important meeting to attend to. Remember this, Kell. Don't trust anyone. Oh, and the last thing before He finds me writing this...The first initial is R.

Love. Lukas

Wow."

I'm speechless. There's nothing to say. But this one question, though not spoken between Aidan and I, rings through the air like a bell.

Who is the heir of Ravenclaw?

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"Quit fidgeting!" Ebony's voice sends a flinch my way.

I sigh. She's been tailoring my robes for over an hour, it's getting annoying.

"Finished!" She exclaims, puffing up her chest, obviously proud. That would fit, if the robes didn't look like crap.

"Ebony! Now we have to go to Hogsmeade!" I whine, picking up the tail of the dress.

"Well I think it looks fabulous."

"That's because you're not the one wearing it!"

"Not true!"

"Yeah it's true!"

"Well pardon me, I thought you wanted to get James back..."

I stiffen. No, I don't want to get him back. More than ever, I want him to stay with Maliah so that he can see what he got out of the garbage can.

"So...Hogsmeade you say? I hear the trip is tomorrow!"

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Sorry for the short chap, it's more like a filler chapter. So, who's the heir of Ravenclaw? What's up with Lukas, I mean seriously, even his name is weird.

So...yep!

Aloha.

Mia