The Slytherin Weasley

The Morning Post and Potions

RILEY POV-

It was time for breakfast and I sat beside my dorm mates as the morning post came in. I saw Errol deliver a letter to Ron before he flew over to me. I stroked his feathers in praise before grabbing the letter attached to his leg. The rolled up parchment read 'Riley' in black letters on the outside and I read the parchment as Errol flew off.

Dear Riley,

As it appears from Percy's letter, you are in Slytherin and Ron is in Gryffindor. We had hoped to have higher expectation for you Riley. We don't see what we could have done so wrong that our oldest daughter was put into that awful house. Now not only is there a need to worry about Ron putting a toe out of line, but of you becoming ensnared by Slytherin traps as well. This gives you three options.

1) Drop out of school
2) Don't trust anyone
3) Don't come home

I would recommend the second, but the third seems likely too. We love you even though you're a filthy snake!

-Mum and Dad

I felt tears prick my eyes as I ran out of the great hall. I ran to an empty classroom in the dungeons and fell to the floor crying.

At least, I thought it was empty.

"Who dares enter the potions classroom without permission," a monotone voice asked. I looked up and saw a man in black robes with long greasy looking hair.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't know there was anyone in here. Or that this was the potions room for that matter," I stood up and was about to leave when he spoke again.

"I didn't ask for all that nonsense. I asked for your name."

"Riley Weasley."

"I am your potions professor and Head of House, Professor Snape. Why did you run in here crying?"

"Because of a note my parents sent me. They aren't proud of me at the moment because I was sorted into Slytherin instead of Gryffindor. And they told me I could either drop out of school, not trust anyone, or not come home."

"Just because they said something like that doesn't mean you have to listen."

"Huh?"

"You can always put up a front. It's what I do for the most part of my life. Act as thought you don't trust anyone and you can still go home."

"That's actually really smart. You sure you aren't in charge of Ravenclaw?"

He glared and I smiled sheepishly before I heard footsteps in the hallway.

"Slytherin has double potions with Gryffindor first thing. I recommend you find a seat Miss Weasley."

"Thank you Professor Snape."

He nodded and hid in a back room before students started filing into the room. Ron sat next to Harry Potter-Black before Draco sat beside me.

"What happened this morning," he asked.

I showed him the note and he frowned.

"No offense but I hate your family."

"None taken."

"You'd never know they were pure bloods the way they act."

"I honestly question whether they are actually half bloods and I was adopted from a pure blood family."

"Not possible. You're too ginger."

"Gee. Thanks."

"Anytime."

That's when Snape made a (beautiful) dramatic entrance and he started telling us about the class. Harry wasn't paying enough attention and couldn't answer any questions thrown his way. When he turned to Draco and myself he asked another question.

"What is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?"

"They are the same plant which also goes by the name of Aconite," we both said at the same time. We have each other a smirk before Snape spoke again.

"Ten points each to Slytherin. And fifty points from Gryffindor for complete lack of attention. Now then, onto our first lesson."

I have to say, potions was really fun. Not only did I know half the answers to whatever Snape asked but I also got to speak with Draco a bit. Apparently Snape is his godfather so he's known about potions since he was five.

And now I'm imagining a mini Malfoy. Just lovely.

Class was over and we all started on our way to our next class when Ron caught up to me and Draco.

"Riley! Get away from him!" He stepped in between us and pushed me back.

"Ronald, what are you doing?"

"He's a filthy Slytherin. You don't need to talk to him!"

"Ronald, I'm a Slytherin. And I can talk to whomever I please. I'm just making conversation."

"But Riley-"

"Ronald. Don't make me turn into Mum. Go to your next class."

"Fine. You just wait until Percy hears about you talking with a Malfoy. Mum and Dad will be hotter than-"

"Oh shove off it Ronald."

"And it's Ron you filthy blood traitor."

He walked away and my jaw dropped. I stared ahead and was about to hex him when Draco took my wand from my hand and held it above his head.

"You can't hex your brother. You don't even know any spells."

"I know a few that I heard my Mum whispering before. When she was really mad she managed to blow up our stove. It was quite amusing."

"But you would really try it on your brother?"

"So? I have five other brothers. It wouldn't matter. We already have enough for a Quidditch team without him."

"You truly are meant for Slytherin."

"Don't tell Percy that. He'd explode."

"Just like the stove."

We laughed and walked into Transfiguration with McGonagall. Maybe there are some decent people in Slytherin.

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Side note: I really HATE making Slytherin seem awful. It makes me sick when people start hating on my house. I'll hex whoever if it means protecting the name Slytherin. And my reasoning why is (surprisingly) very sappy.

Slytherin children don't have many people who actually like them. They are all so close and hardly have any friends outside of the house, so when someone starts mocking or trying to undo whatever they have managed to create out of nothing but hate from the other houses, it is like someone is trying to move in on your family.

I said this to my Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor friends and they all gave me looks between "you're crazy" and "that's so deep" so I can't really be too sappy. Besides, I have an image to uphold.

Peace!