I wake up to a loud banging on my door. "Wake up Gryffindor, we're going to Diagon Alley," Father says. I'm basically used to my family calling me Gryffindor. It's who I am.
Flashback
We shuffle up the steps to the great hall. A lady gives a speech about the houses, but I don't listen. I'm too busy staring at the ghosts. I'm cut out of my daze when the lady leaves. A girl with black hair walks beside me. I can smell the bitch off her.
"What house do you want to be in." she says "Well all my family are in Slytherin. So I probably will be too. The perks of being a pure-blood." I replied "I'm a pure-blood too." she says.
I can tell she wants to be friends. But I don't. So I say, "Your family can't be that important if I don't know who you are."
I hear lots of ooh's coming from the people around us. Her face goes red. "And who exactly are you," she says. If looks could kill I'd be 6 feet under. "Opal Peverell," I say. She almost looks afraid now. "O..o..oh ss...sorry." she stutters. She looks down and doesn't talk to me again. The lady who's name is McGonagall comes back. "We're ready for you now," she says. We walk into the hall. "When I call your name, come up and sit on the stool," she says.
Neville Longbottom ended up in Gryffindor. Pansy Parkinson, the bitch, got put in Slytherin. Hannah Abbot got sorted into Hufflepuff. Ron Weasley got sorted into Gryffindor. No surprise there. Draco Malfoy got put in Slytherin. No surprise there either. Harry Potter, yes, The Harry Potter got sorted into Gryffindor. Then it was my turn. McGonagall called out my name.
Everyone was waiting to know what house I would be placed in. Everyone knows that my family is full of pure-blood Slytherins and that my great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather is Antioch Peverell, who is the man who supposedly is the oldest brother in the tales of the three brothers, Antioch was the brother who asked death for the Elder Wand. But, it's not like anyone actually believes that story.
I slowly walked up to the steps and took a seat on the stool. The hat started talking to me.
The hat started talking to me!!! I must be going insane!!
"Ahhhh another Peverell. Mmmmm... the brains of a Ravenclaw....but no, too much courage and bravery for Ravenclaw......the cunningness of Slytherin......but your not like your family...........better be .......GRYFFINDOR!
The whole hall is quiet. they all know that I'll probably be disowned. I slowly make my way to take a seat at the Gryffindor table. The girl beside me congratulates me, but I just put my head in my hands and think 'There must be some mistake!"
Flashback over
I stumble out of bed almost tripping over my carpet. When I reach my vanity I pick up my watch that I had taken off the day before. Half past seven. It's too early for this. A few minutes later I fall out of my bedroom into the hallway. That's what I get for trying to go out of my bedroom while still getting dressed. I stand up and pull my hair back putting it into a ponytail. I walk down the stairs my feet hitting the steps loudly.
"Opal" I can my mother shriek from the dinning room. My mother was brought up in a house so strict I'm glad that I never met my mother's parents. I've only ever met my father's parents.
When I get into the dining room I slump down into one of the velvet chairs. My brother and parents stare at me. "Okay this is my third year being in Gryffindor, you can stop looking at me like I'm a dark wizard. I mean you are the one's that are slytheri-" "Opal" My father shouts at me slamming his hand down on the table. My brother (who's 2 Years older than me) snickers. I stick out my tongue at him. "Opal, act like a lady" my mother barks. "Charlotte Mom, Charlotte," I say. My parents thought that it would be a good idea to name me Opal. I hate that name! So I go be my third name, Charlotte. My mother sighs, "Whatever you want to call yourself, eat up we're leaving in 30 minutes."
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"Yes we'll take the hem of that up and it will be more comfortable," A thin woman says to me in Madame Malkins. I am standing on a podium looking at myself in the mirror. The door opens as I hear a familiar voice.
"You look ridiculous," He says leaning against the wall. Neville Longbottom. The poor dude. I mean he's really nice and funny but Merlin he is ugly. "Shut up Neville," I say crossing my arms. "Where are the Slytherins," he says, referring to my family. "Well, of course, they had to buy my idiot of a brother a new animal. Because he's a prefect after all." I say mimicking my mother. Neville laughs.
In his best Professor Snape voice, he says "Pull down your skirt Charlotte". I laugh,"Neville seriously shut up" He smiles and says, "I was talking to Hermione today and she said that she's doing Herbology this year." "So?" I ask as the thin lady hands me my robes and smiles as she waves us off. "So, she's the smartest person in the year and my grandmother told me that I have to get top marks in herbology." "Neville stop worrying you'll be fin-" I trail off when I see him. Of course, it was him. Nobody could mistake that silvery-blonde hair. Draco Malfoy. Draco teases me and bullies me in school. He's a confusing person.
When I see him I duck behind a rake of robes. "Whats wrong?" Neville asks crouching next to me. "Malfoy" I whisper between my teeth. "Oh, Merlin not this again. You can't just hide every time you see him" "Well its worked so far" I say watching him pass us.
I stand back up to see Dean Thomas outside the shop. His grin grows to a smile as Neville and I walk out of Madam Malkins "What were you two doing, hiding in there?" he says. "Shut up" I bark at him walking over to Flourish and Blotts.
"Did you get your books yet?" I ask Dean and Neville. The both of them shake their heads. We spend the next few hours picking up supplies for the year. When Neville was picking up a new cauldron, (He broke the handle off of the first one) I found Ron. "I saw Malfoy earlier," He says smirking at me. I give him a slight smack on the head. "Shut up you idiot". Ron laughs as Neville comes back.
"So when did your parents tell you to be back at Madam Malkins." Neville asks "3 o'clock, " I say glancing at my watch. My watch reads half past 3. "You're going to be killed" Ron chuckles to himself. "Shut up Ron," I say, walking backward. I turn around quickly only to walk into someone. He knocks the books I had in my hands. "Oh Merlin," He says bending down to help me pick them up. "Sorry it was my faul-" I say realizing who it was. Of course, it would be my luck. Draco Malfoy. My whole body freezes.
"Here," He says handing me the final book. I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see my father. "Opal. Time to go" he said sternly. I wave goodbye to my friends and walk with my father. " Is this what you call 3 o'clock"? he asks. I don't answer.
"Well do you?" "Leave me alone" I mumble "Opal Aurora Charlotte Peverell did you just talk back?" "Stop using my full name, I'm Charlotte, " I say running away from him. I slip through the crowd of people. The 1st of September can't come sooner.
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